Waking up to you The heat of you at my back Arm beneath my breasts Your breath fanning my neck I am safe here Filled with want Savoring the hard press of you Enjoying the way you rise like the sun
November means NaNoWriMo or National Novel Writing Month is underway. I’ve been low on creativity. It’s almost like being impotent this wanting to “get it up” but not being able to find the desire to write. So, my usual excitement surrounding NaNo is absent and it’s unsettling. My story feels forced and boring. I’m behind …
He lets me tie him down and tease his body. It’s heady having that kind of power over someone, using lips and tongue and teeth to arouse. The fact that he’s unbelievably ticklish appeals because just my breath on his skin makes him squirm in the most delicious way. What starts as a simple massage …
October was an emotional roller coaster so forgive me for saying I’m glad it’s on its way out. I’m praying November finds me in a better place. I need to learn to stop letting worry eat away at me and start really seeing myself differently. I pray too for a bit of good news next Monday… …
I seem to find things to stress about even on vacation (which I’m currently on). Not quite ready to talk about the things bothering me yet, but I will say I’m battling the fact that I trust people too easily and I’m worried it’s about to bite me in the ass if it hasn’t already. …
Her hips went up, exposing the delicious strip of her femininity to his eyes. He trailed a finger along the line of her back, around the curve of her bottom, skimming the wink of her back hole before slipping through the parted lips of her cunt. One finger pushed in and her wet heat swallowed …
My glitchy WordPress app posted this early. No sense changing it since the cat’s already out of the bag. Here ya go… Age is just a number, right? Stressing about the fact that I’m getting older really serves no other purpose than stopping me from doing the awesome things I could be doing. I think …
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It seems that in spite of my forays into my sexual exploration, in many ways I’m still pretty repressed. There are still certain things I’m hesitant to do because a small part of me thinks it’s still wrong to engage in those acts. I’ll not list the things I feel prudish about mostly because I …
Go No, I won’t stop you Not because I don’t want you But because I don’t know how to keep you I wear my “don’t approach” like a shield And I’ve succeeded in pushing you away So go I’ll live behind my wall Going on with my mind intact And my heart in shreds