If you promise me… A tongue licking my cream, a cock to suck clean, lips to trace over my skin, and your cum sliding down my throat at the end You damn well better follow through I’m only looking for a man who can deliver
For the longest time I avoided pornography as a means to help me get off. Some of it was born out of years of conditioning when it came to all things sexual outside of the bonds of marriage. I shouldn’t touch myself and to add the sin of indulging in watching porn would just send me …
I always believed being uninhibited would lead me down paths I’d never return from. That exploring passion was a dangerous thing. That religious upbringing that takes an unhealthy turn at points. I get unbalanced so easily and I need black and white explanations to keep that balance. Life isn’t so clear cut, I quickly learned. Passion isn’t …
Lips grazing lips A dancing tongue causes dancing hips Fast drips A wet mouth takes quick sips
I can’t say I remember the first time I made myself come, but I know it was an addictive feeling I couldn’t help seeking out. My story about discovering my body wasn’t one of innocent exploration. Sex was introduced into my life at a young age and in an unwanted, intrusive manner. I touched myself …
I’ve stopped making any real effort in the dating game lately. Few men I encounter are good long term material and I move around too much for most men. I also lack patience to navigate the minefield. This 23 year old on Fet has been trying to make a move. We’re on opposite coasts, but …
He closed the door behind them and pressed Meg into it. Her fingers tangled up in his hair, yanking to keep his lips on hers. The need to feel her skin had him slipping his hands beneath her shirt, pushing her bra up her chest so her could fill his palms with her heavy breasts. …
She drapes herself over his lap, adjusting so her bottom points up the way he likes. A hand grips the back of her neck to press her lower until she’s tipped nearly all the way over. She pressed her cheek to the floor, her feet spreading to brace as she grasps his calf. The way …
I’ve been anxious about my writing, or rather my lack of writing, so I’m challenging myself to write something everyday this week. It’s not block so much as a combo of laziness and disinterest. That’s a scary couple right there. I’ve decided to try adding to this poor tale that’s been plagued by the diabolical …
More at sea now than I’ve ever been A (spiritual?) disconnect My life raft, my pen to paper relief, has left me