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?
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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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.