His hand darts between my thighs and I grip his wrist unable to decide if his touch is welcomed or not. Friend or foe? My pussy can’t very well decide… No, my pussy says friend with each wet squelch. “I barely know you.” My words are trembly even as I let my thighs splay open …
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 …
How much of ourselves do we reveal as writers? I’m honest sometimes. Brutally honest, especially with myself. Maybe cruel is a more accurate portrait of how I treat myself? But ultimately I’m honest even if that honesty hurts. I didn’t start blogging to have a platform for my writing, I started because I wanted to …