I’m wondering if you’d like to join me for dinner, sex, and a photoshoot tomorrow, possibly around sixish. Let me know.
My pussy’s sore but I don’t regret it. I would have let you sleep while I finished myself off. I planned to. But I’m glad you didn’t fall asleep. The hours spent fingering myself, directing you to finger me, your thick muscular hand nearly disappearing inside of me. The bed was soaked by the time I forced myself to stop. We slept on each other, intertwined, on new sheets...
When I told friends about it afterwards they weren’t sure how they felt. Bad Idea. Poor Life Decision. Not Recommended. Dangerous Territory. But as much as it seems like I should be conflicted, or regretful, or worried, or confused, I’m just not. Not at all.
It seems so reasonable to me. To want to fuck you. To be the kind of friend you can talk to about the magical and mundane moments in your daily life. A girl you can chat to and flirt with when you’re at work. Someone who will delight in your fantasies and conquests. A friend you can joke and scheme and be boring with. I want to be a friend who’ll suck your cock while you play lazily...
I was the first person ever to cum in your mouth.
Who are you?
Who are you? Sneaking into my dreams Nestling in there when I’m not looking Appearing to me in a fog Part of the ether Part of my body Inside my mind Who are you and why are you here? What have you come for? You stay silent Mysterious Infuriating and beguiling Lurking back there in the dark In my undusted corners Flirting with my own unguarded thoughts I cannot make you leave ...
He looked at me and asked if he could play. I nodded, unsure of what I might be getting myself into. He got me onto the bed, on my back. He’d taken all my clothes off, in rapid succession, some minutes before. Now I was lying on the black satin sheet, my head on a pillow, and he was holding a bottle in his hand. You’re going to need a shower, he said, in the morning. He flipped open...
He looked at me like I was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. I hit orgasm and just kept going. He watched my face and body, and I brought myself to climax after climax. I kept on, urged by the wonder and hunger in his eyes. He looked at me as if I were magical.
You want to give me your orgasms.
And I want to take them.
He’d offered to drive me to my date so I could stay a bit longer since I wouldn’t have to bus. We realized the time and decided I should start getting ready. I found my underwear and was trying to decide if I should wear them or the other pair I’d brought with me. I sniffed them, and he was not pleased, and accused me of being way too sexy all the time, and making things...