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 …
I ache and you know it. As you squeeze, knead, palm the full mounds of my ass, I press my face into the mattress and wait. I want you. Please, I want you so much. You groan. Your love of my overabundant assets is obvious from the weighty erection you sport, but I can’t see …
It’s been awhile because I’ve been taking a faster method to work, but the train is still my favorite way to go. – I haven’t wanted to suck cock in weeks, but something about the way he’s standing is making my mouth and my cunt water. The train is full enough that we’re both standing. …
Bat shit crazy. When I was younger, I had a fuzzy picture of where I’d be by this point in my life. I’d hoped married to a Christian man that thinks I’m sexy as hell with a few cute kids, a dog, and a two story house. We’d attend some great church, travel a lot, …
See me I am bent Double, triple in time A counterpoint for the thrust Open to the swift shifts in space That make me quiver, shake, moan I’m a moment in eternity as you undo me Do to me as you hold me at the cleft Conquering the great slick divide I am trembling, quaking …
I’m scared. Of commitment Me, who longs for love Will run, will run The moment I think It’s found me — “You’re distant today. What happened between dinner at your apartment last night and this morning?” He’s too damn observant, noticing what I didn’t realize was even present. I battle inadequacy, a worry I’m not …
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Restless, aroused, and unbelievably needy. My mind conjures a moment from the past. It floats through my mind as my hand slips between my thighs… “Go to the bathroom and take off your panties.” Neither of us looked away from the girl moving across the stage. Her breasts bounced as she swayed, her hips moved …
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 …