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