Sometimes I just want to be a hole. Not a woman with a name, a job, or responsibilities. Sometimes I just want to be a mouth, an ass, a cunt. There for the taking and filling until my need is sated. I will be wet, willing, open to receive. Never resistant, but spread wide. This …
Month: August 2013
Note: I got so excited writing this. Something about this girl… There she is again. Big, Beautiful, Sexy Woman. I hadn’t forgotten about this curvy beauty, but seeing her again sent my mind to wandering on my morning commute to work (yes, I’m thinking naughty things as I travel half awake to work). She’s probably …
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I’ve chopped off my hair. Literally. From my shoulders to where you see it. All gone. I’ve been tossing around the idea of going natural (where I don’t chemically treat my roots to straighten them) for a year. My laziness when it comes to good hair care is damn near legendary and I like what …
Please! I want you to… Pull my hair Again. Please. Mm, yes Because I love the way it feels Smack my ass Once more. Please. Ah, yes Because your handprints ground me Bite my nipples Harder. Please. Yesss Because your teeth sinking in arches me higher Tunnel in Deeper! Please! Ooh, yes Because my surrender …
Oh dating. Nothing produces more DAFUQ moments then trying to wade the dating pool. I’m pretty new to the dating scene (lack of prospects + lack of opportunity = lack of dating), but I’m finding the whole thing funny at times and disconcerting at others. Some guys come on waaaaay too strong! Yes, I do …
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A sharp turn forces him to widen his stance. Fitted khaki colored pants encase long legs and an ass I want desperately to sink my teeth into. He’s who I want. My post work, fatigue muddled brain wants him for no other reason than the way his shoulders stretch his blue shirt. That and his …
I haven’t been able to write in days. It’s like the stories are stuck. Stories on the train has been brewing, but I’ve been distracted. My hope is it’ll bubble up soon. Here’s just something short and unedited to loosen the cobwebs. A pic is up on twitter to accompany this. I sit in the …