February 2012
5 posts
the best investment I have ever made in my sex... →
Not that I don’t have some toys that I like very much, because oh do I, but if I had to pick one sex-related purchase that has had the biggest/most positive impact on my sex life, it would be the Fascinator Throe from Liberator.
Before, it was always a struggle between letting new partners know I sometimes squirt and having them either apprehensive about or looking forward to something...
I bought these pomegranates with the best of intentions. But now they just sit in the bowl on the counter, reminding me of you.
[a snippet of his early correspondence]
I’d probably have you drinking whiskey over beer: it fits better. The wild hair is suggestive. The dress flattering. You look… ready. Perhaps it is the way your eye is making contact with the viewer. It is inviting, but passive. A drink quickly finished, a woman approached, hair pulled firmly from behind to force an upward-thrusted chin and exposed neck. A firm hand around the throat,...
The best way to introduce someone to new music is to play it for them while giving them the best blowjob of their life.
TGIF
My mind is not on my work. The minutes and hours have been slipping past me, all the while I’m remembering the feeling of your skin on mine. Your smell. The way you squirmed against me until I tied you up, and the way you writhed after. The way your voice changed, soft and pleading when I made you beg. Your body. And how it was different than I’d expected it to be before we took off...
December 2011
10 posts
My phone autocorrects “moustache” to “moist ache.” I’m not sure how it knows how easily one leads to the other.
Today I have the place to myself. Toys laid out on the bed. Jingle Jams to cover the noise. Looking like a pretty good Sunday.
These days, I get off most often with the first two fingers of my left hand buried in my pussy, my left ring finger working into my ass, my left thumb pushing back my hood, my right hand directing the showerhead at my clit, and my legs spread wide, crouched and cramping.
limitless void is taking tuesday questions, as... →
You can also always talk to me, if you like. I’m around.
Awake too late, rubbing these glistening pussy lips. Letting it build before dipping fingers into my creamy folds. My wet snatch, waiting.
long distance top
Jordan hello? Me hello Jordan how have you been Miss? Me I’ve been well, and you, Jordan? Jordan your amazing voice still comes into my head sometimes Me is that so? Jordan very much so Miss I am fine, currently in Australia Miss I miss cumming at command for you Miss …? Me I see where in Australia? Jordan in Melbourne Miss Me are you enjoying yourself? Jordan yes Miss I am just...
reasons we'll never fuck
#17 - You ride in the doorway the entire, crowded bus trip, getting in everyone’s way even once there are seats available.
#53 - I could smell your perfume for a minute before and after you walked by.
#8 - You try to initiate sincere conversations about “those lazy poor people.”
#24 - The bedazzled, tattoo-inspired, rising phoenix engulfing your black button-up.
#2 - You made...
writhing tide
That writhing tide, which pulls at me ceaselessly. That overwhelming rush and tug and drawing back and surging forward again. Needing to feel everything even when feeling everything is overwhelming, and even when there are so many sensations and emotions that I can no longer sort or categorize them in my mind.
You held my neck against the wall with your unfamiliar hand. Your eyes on mine, on me,...
and/the way
And the way he says my name in the silence of me waiting. And the way his hips move when I tell them to. And the way my hands run over his skin. And the way his ass presses up against me. And the way our thighs graze and grind and rub. And my hair in our eyes. And the dampness of the sheets. And the sounds we don’t know we make. And the flush on my cheeks and chest. The way our eyes lock....
cock shots in my inbox
a pretty good way to start the week
It’s been a very trying day, and it’s not over yet. All I want is to be spanked until my ass is tender, and fucked firmly while my hair’s being pulled, and held close while I cry. Is that so much to ask?
November 2011
20 posts
He likes when I send him pictures. Maybe even as much as I like taking and sending them.
I’ve made a couple good decisions recently, and I’m planning to send him some photographic proof. Maybe this weekend. I can hardly wait.
Tuesday
It’s Tuesday. Fucking Tuesday. And I’m stuck at work figuring out how many Christmas cards we need to mail and answering emails before people finish work in their local timezones and refilling the printer tray when it makes that sad little noise before anyone else notices it has run out. But my heart’s not here. My head’s not here and my body… my body is definitely...
Dear Katie, I have a confession to make, right off the bat: this isn’t a love letter. It’s a lust letter. A letter I’ve written to you a hundred ways a hundred times or more. A letter I recite to myself when your words crawl out of the screen and in through my mouth. A letter I’ve seen imprinted on my retinas, overlaying your images, offered up like that very first shaky...
It's Different Now →
This weekend, mustaches will be ripe and...
I hope to take a couple for a ride.
sent as an iMessage
Hope you have a great game, and something nice and warm afterwards!
I wish I had someone nice and warm for afterwards.
I empathize. I'm a pretty nice person, actually.
That you are. Among other things...
That's a pretty innuendo-laden ellipsis you've got there... At least, I'm choosing to believe it is. ;)
It was, wasn't it.
Mhmmm, it was.
I was thinking about your mouth specifically.
It is pretty and nice, isn't it. And warm.
Mhmm. And feels wonderful on me.
Good to know. Any place(s) in particular?
My nipple, for a start.
Yes, that is a good place.
Neck another...
Mhmm...
I really wanted you to put it somewhere else.
Is that so?
Yes, couldn't help myself.
Regulating thoughts is difficult, and often fruitless, work. Actions are easier by far.
Very true. I enjoyed your piercing by the way.
Oh, thanks. Apparently I have a few surprises about me.
You do.
I could try to remember everything, and reveal all up front, but that would take some of the fun out of it...
It would. Okay, I really must be off.
I prefer to discuss the important stuff up front, and leave other things to be discovered.
Now that I am all flustered.
Have fun! Haha, there's a cold shower waiting for you out there, don't you worry. Talk soon?
Of course.
It was a blustery day, but I was wet long before I hit the rain.
I need a new notebook. I miss the filth spreading straight from my mind down through the pen and out on to the page. Typing out my memories and desires is less immediate, less sensual and real, than the movement of pen on paper.
They looked at me like it was the first time they’d ever seen anyone fuck themselves with a matte black champagne bottle.
she was the first person to put her hand inside me →
She was sweet and kind and she fucked me hard. She let me cry and scream and checked with me over and over whether I wanted her to stop. She left bruises all over my chest with a look in her eyes that was stern and mischievous, but never cruel. She talked me through her exit in a calm and reassuring voice. When it was over, she held me close, rocked me gently, and stroked my hair.
fingers
Sometimes I just want fingers. I want them in my mouth and in my pussy and in my ass. Sometimes I just want to suck them, or hold them between my teeth, or keep my mouth wide open for them as they dip inside. Sometimes I want to feel fingers sliding in and out of me, and past each other. Filling me up or teasing me by barely entering at all. Fingers rolling nipples and fluttering over skin.
...
The next day, I found his dog tags under my bed.
Anonymous asked: I know more than a few people who agree that you do not know how to respect the boundaries of others. Just something to think about.
Anonymous asked: Have you ever cheated on a partner? Have you ever been cheated on (as far as you know)? Has anyone ever cheated on their partner with you?
play63 asked: Just wanted to tell you that yours was one of the first Tumblr blogs I found back last spring and you inspired me to start my (well now, our) own. I love your writing.
TMI Tuesday →
A kindred anonymous sex blogger has declared it to be TMI Tuesday, for the second week in a row, and this time I think I’ll play along.
If there’s something you’d like to ask me, or tell me, you can click on the Talk To Me link and send it on in. Ask and tell whatever you like, and I’ll answer and share whatever I like.
my body, and all about it
My body is thick. I have solid wrists and shapely calves. My thighs touch when I stand and rub when I walk and work holes through all my pants. My belly is sometimes bigger and sometimes smaller but never completely disappears. I’ve gone moderately up and down in weight over my adult life, but it doesn’t really bother me very much. I was never the fat kid, but I was always almost the...
I took my panties off at the bus stop last night, and thought of you.
Sometimes I miss having someone to talk dirty to...
Like, for instance, right now.
October 2011
6 posts
Today I want a lover who’s gentle but firm.
I want someone to snuggle up in blankets with me, and bring me a heating pad for my lower abdomen. I want someone to hold me down and speak sweet words to me in a soothing voice while they force orgasms from my body. I want someone to read me a story out loud and stroke my hair. I want someone to smile at me while we put the blood-streaked sheets...
Things I usually don't say out loud:
“Fuck me harder.”
“Lick my cunt.”
“You like that, don’t you, you nasty little whore.”
“Oh! YES! Right there. Don’t you move.”
“Take your pants off.”
“Could we try putting the whole hand in?”
“I want your cock in my ass.”
“Please. Please, cum in my mouth. Let me taste it. I promise to be...
Do I Get a Reward? →
Sometimes I fantasize about fucking Guy New York.
It’s funny, I was never the kind of girl who got celebrity crushes, but I find now that I’m grown I get maddeningly infatuated with people online. Whether those depictions and profiles are representative of the Real Life individuals behind them is nigh impossible to know. But it doesn’t matter. They are realer and closer than any...
cocksuckers
I am a cocksucker. I love the feeling of a dick in my mouth. I love wrapping my lips around a soft penis, drawing it into my mouth, and sucking and licking it as it stiffens inside me. I love nuzzling my face up against a pubic mound or scrotum with my mouth full of cock. I love gently licking and kissing the head with my hand wrapped around the shaft. I love steadying a dick by one hand forming...
There’s something about bearded men. I don’t know precisely what it is, and we could spend our time analyzing and searching for daddy issues, but instead, let’s just say this: facial hair gets me hot.
Now, as with most things, I’m picky. Unattractive facial hair is still unappealing, and can even put me off someone I might otherwise be into. But if a man has a nice beard,...
someone I know has started a blog, and I think you... →
On the bus ride home from work I could feel a tightness growing in my chest. I glanced around, wondering if anyone else could see the words on the screen. Knowing as I did that they couldn’t, and they weren’t interested in looking, and the heat rising to my cheeks was probably not nearly as visible as it felt. But still. But still.
When I got home I found it hard to keep my pants on....
September 2011
1 post
The kind of smut I'd write for strangers.
I’ve been a very good, obedient girl, and so you’ve bought me a present. A new toy. One of those double balls meant to help with Kegels. You watch me take it out of the box, and tell me to put it in my pussy.
I’m not really wet yet, so I put the balls in my mouth to lubricate them, and then spit into my hand and rub that on my pussy to help slide them in. You tell my to put on...
August 2011
2 posts
When do these things shift I wonder? The pursuit of youth, the fear of death.
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We meet at your office and start to walk to the diner to have our first date. I look over at you mid-conversation and the summer evening light catches those first grey hairs sprinkled in your honey brown. When you’re under me in bed, after all the gin and tonics are...
She's come, undone
I find myself less contained now. I’ve worked to wrap myself up, make myself tidy and presentable, but it’s all coming unwound.
I can feel it in the empty yearning of my mouth, fingers straying to slip inside. I can feel it in the squish and slip in the crotch of my jeans. I feel it in public, where it’s becoming harder to stay still. Harder not to twitch and lean and pulse...
May 2011
1 post
feigning simplicity
I’m tired of this kind of pretending. The kind where we take complex feelings and squash them down into one dimension.
I think I’m ready to not hold on to things so tightly, and to let things grow and move and fade as they do. But it’s the monotony of pretending that gets to me.
I like things complex, multifaceted. I taught myself to embrance the uncertainty and confusion of...
October 2010
1 post
radio silence
Maybe I don’t write because I have nothing to say. Or maybe I don’t write because I have too much inside me, and I don’t know how to get it out. I don’t know how to tell you about the parts of me that I worry aren’t sexy, or lurid, or what you expect.
So often I go to write and stop short, unsure of my words and my intent. There’s sex in me, that’s...
August 2010
2 posts
I want you to climb inside me. Here, in this lonely aching place. It’s not a sad place really. No. It’s a wanting place. A place where I am. Where my flesh is. Where everything about me being here reinforces that you are not.
Sometimes I lull myself into forgetting that I want you. That I need you in my ears and in my hands and in my eyes and in my cunt and in my heart. That I long...
July 2010
1 post
I don't even know how to tell you about the sex I...
May 2010
2 posts
sometimes it's nice to have really straightforward...
me: If/when you are in town let me know if there's a time we could meet up. I have that book to return. :)
him: Hey ----, I'm in town: come by! I would love your company: we could have sex and you could spend the night if you wish. I broke up with ---- recently and it would be nice to connect with someone who isn't a client.
me: That would be lovely.