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Posted:Jun 28, 2017 5:31 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2017 8:06 pm

He fingered and strummed his way into her confidence
As tension left her body
And her legs relaxed
Finally his mouth found its way
To the center of her being
His lips and tongue
Lapping and licking
Sucking and tasting
As her wetness increased
And her desire grew
[Her hips rose and rocked involuntarily
Her body quivered and quaked]
She stifled screams of ecstasy
Allowing only a moan and a sigh
Betraying nothing of what she felt deep inside
I guess I'm not that bad off yet
Posted:Jun 19, 2017 4:23 pm
Last Updated:Jun 28, 2017 6:17 am

It's another one of those long days at work
One where there's not enough cups of coffee
When there's not enough sunshine to make me smile
When the weekend can just not get here fast enough
When the massage cannot be long enough
Gentle fingertips softly touching naked skin
Causing goosebumps to appear all over my body
But then you call
And make your offer
It's like you know
It's like you can see the pain I feel
But no, the answer is still no
It's always going to be no
There's not a enough misery and alcohol in the world
To make me get naked with you
I don't want you touching me
Looking at me
Thinking of me
It doesn't matter how rough a day I've had
There will never be a day when I'd even think of saying yes to the likes of you.
Spitting little bits of Jen
Posted:Jun 7, 2017 7:39 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 3:21 pm

I'm having a chat with a friend of mine about how easy sex can be, but sometimes you want to be with someone with a good mind. But what constitutes a good mind? Does someone need be educated in all manner of pursuits? Conscious of all the troubles of the world and ready with a solution for each? Too often people lose themselves and become their surroundings. My job doesn't define me but it takes up a lot of my time and thoughts. Tonight I forced myself to leave my work laptop alone. I am terrible at the work life balance. I'm terrible at balance at all. I'm driven by desires, needs, wants, feelings, lust, and love, but all too often only one at a time. I've got a one track mind. It's like serial monogamy with different aspects of myself.
Sex is optional. An excerpt
Posted:Jun 4, 2017 7:06 pm
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2017 7:51 pm

He asked her how long she would be as he went back to the hotel and she ran to the nearest drugstore. She replied that that was funny. She was about to ask him something similar. He didn't reply; he had already put down his phone. So she had to guess. Of course she brought condoms with her when she visited him, but she didn't know if she wanted to sleep with him or not. So, she shoved the boxes deep into her pockets and entered his room. She flung herself across the bed as though she'd been there a hundred times before. They weren't strangers anymore; they were old friends who laughed at the same jokes and completed the other's sentences. It was hours later when the clothes finally came off. And still they didn't know if there'd be sexual fulfillment or not. They'd become content with the intimacy occurring between them. But to be safe, she told him she came prepared. There were condoms stuffed in each of her pockets. He came to the Extra large magnums first and laughed and laughed at the idea of needing them. There was no insecurity or jealousy. He was more average than super sized and completely comfortable with himself. She told him they were on sale, buy one box, get another free, so it wouldn't be money wasted anyway. This made him laugh even more. In the end, they had sex after all. Though it didn't matter. A bond had already been formed. They were friends now, each knowing they'd meet again. Sometimes it's like that. Friendship and laughter are guaranteed. It's the sex that's optional.
Posted:Jun 1, 2017 6:38 pm
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2017 7:45 pm

I can't help but wonder why I'm going home alone
Why you walked away
why you disengaged
I can't help but wonder what I said that suddenly turned you off
What I did to make me so untouchable when things were going so well
Hell, I didn't even think I'd like you
In fact, it was I who stuck my hand out
A hand shake at the greeting instead of a hug
But then the conversation flowed so well
The smiles were warm and genuine
And The initial discomfort wore away
And my body responded to your presence
And my mind began to imagine the fun we could have
And it was then that you decided to leave
You walked me to my car
Offered the politest of kisses
And drove away
Leaving me to wonder why I'm going home alone
I can't help but wonder why we aren't already sprawled out in your bed
continuing the evening
Laughing at some inane moment in each of our histories
Talking about more of our likes and dislikes
Exploring each other's hidden treasures
Satisfying hungers that weren't there before
At least not recognizably so
I can't help but wonder why you sent me home alone
To imagine what could have been
Rather than to create it
What's it going to take?
Posted:May 29, 2017 11:38 am
Last Updated:May 30, 2017 1:41 pm

I write a lot of erotica. At least I used to. But I've been stifled lately in words and actions. I'm too busy to write. I'm too busy to play. And I'm frustrated. And each time I sit down to make the effort to write, I have the same immediate urge to pen what I'm feeling each day as I walk along the street. What the hell is it going to take for someone to play with my tits? Do I need to take them out and play with them myself in a public setting to draw them some attention? Do I need to darken my nipples with rouge to make them more inviting? They're heaving, bouncing, inflated soft cushiony toys available for the taking, and no one seems to want to touch them.
Posted:Apr 29, 2017 7:11 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2017 4:33 pm

I've occasionally been accused of being closed off. Can you imagine? Me? Closed off? I'm the most expressive, explicit, direct, in your face, open person I know. I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself if it serves a purpose. I'm not afraid to share myself when there is something to share. Just the other day I felt compelled to speak to someone even though he had me pressed any interest in me after a first meeting. I felt I had to. I don't know why exactly. I haven't given him another thought in days but I felt the need to reach out to him today. And I said what I had to say, and he didn't respond in kind. And I'm not upset about that, and I'm not upset that I spoke to him because sometimes you just have to say things and get them out of your system. And I am adult enough to know it wasn't in the cards for us. I'm also adult enough to be able to speak my mind. I gave it my best shot. And it wasn't good enough. But life goes on. And the world continues to turn. So, no, I am not closed off. Maybe the people who find me closed off are nothing more to me than passing acquaintances. Maybe there's just nothing to say to them. They mistake my genuine indifference for lack of openness. Just today, I went on a fourth date with someone who seems to genuinely like me. I guess he would have to. It's been four dates, and I won't let him anywhere near me. Nor have I led him to believe I ever will. He wants me, but my heart longs for someone or something else. Sometimes my feelings seem inexplicable and even intangible, but I know I have them, and I know I'm willing to express them. If I don't say anything to you, you, you can be sure there just isn't anything to say.
Oh What a Night... take two
Posted:Apr 28, 2017 6:36 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2017 7:35 pm

Sometimes you just need some stress relief. And who better to help you relieve that stress than someone who can't keep his hands off you? The other night I talked about someone whom I was supposed to see, but I didn't because he didn't seem that interested, but he did seem drunk. In all honesty, he probably still isn't all that interested in me personally, but he asked me to come over again, and this time I went. He asked me if I was going to write about him. I never know how to take that question. Do you want to be part of the story? Do you want to be immortalized? Do you like the stories I've written in the past and you want to recreate one of the moments? Or do you think I'm some easy slut who will fuck you, so of course you'll be part of the story? It almost seems rhetorical. The thing is that I never know if I'm going to write about someone or something from the outset. Sometimes some of the events that have taken place are some of my best kept secrets. Sometimes I'm too emotionally moved to share. Sometimes there's nothing worth mentioning. Sometimes there's so much that it's overwhelming. Sometimes I share highlights; sometimes I share the lows. I share the funny stories, and sometimes I share the events that move me to tears. I'm an open book. I'm a writer; I'm a lover; I'm a woman filled with desire and passion and needs.
Last night was a culmination of many of those things. Last night was fun. Last night was ridiculous and filled with exploration. Last night I thought I was going home several times over only to be drawn back to the bed. Last night reminded me of my youth. The night before I thought he seemed drunk. The more likely culprit was a reaction to a pain pill taken to help him recover from a back injury. It was another one of those that allowed him to fuck me for hours. And we took advantage of every minute of it. He fucked me like he was 17. He kept growing hard, and I kept obliging him. My wetness increased each time he reached out to touch me. I rode him to my pussy's content, and then he flipped me every which way imaginable until he was finally able to explode, and long after my jaw and my pussy were sore.
The night ended later than I thought it would from the outset and far later than it should have considering I had to work today. It was one of those nights when there was plenty to write about, and almost too much to process. But sometimes you just need some stress relief. And sometimes you just need someone who understands that it's important to play with your tits. I love having them played with. I love watching someone play with them. Rub them, pinch them, lick them, suck them, tweak them, twist them. It doesn't matter. My nipples like it all. I admit it, I play with them too. Sometimes I find myself driving down the road, my hand up my shirt. I don't know how long I'll be that way. My hands are just drawn to them. Last night my friend noticed they would reach my mouth. He invited me to suck them, and then he joined me. Together our tongues circled the hardening buds.

I often like to think about the things I will remember with a smile once the night is over. Last night there were numerous things, though there are two that stand out at the moment. The first was that he kept leaning in to kiss me and then he'd draw back. How can someone so abrupt and even coarse become so cute and playful at once? The second was that he's so much taller than I am that when I was laying cross ways on him, his arm cradled my head down to my torso. I've been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders of late. It was nice being held for a change.
Oh What A Night...or not.
Posted:Apr 26, 2017 7:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 8:45 am

So let's talk about my sexless night. I'd much rather write about my pussy-filled passionate night, but it didn't happen like that. So, this is what I've got to write about instead. I've been chatting with someone I met once last year. As I recall, it didn't go very well. It was a decent evening, but he didn't seem interested. He's back in town, though, so he chatted me up last night and all day today. He invited me out, but the timing and plans changed as the day wore on. Just now, he called me and asked me if I wanted to come see him. And maybe I would have, but I don't like being the nearly nine pm afterthought when I have to be up at five o'clock the next morning. On top of that, though he said he wasn't, he sounded drunk. Do you know what that seems like? It seems like he had to get drunk to get excited enough about the idea of fucking me. Maybe my perception is not how it really is. But I guess I will never know because tonight I'm staying home in my own comfy bed. Maybe it's a bit lonely, but my self respect will remain intact. In truth, it wouldn't have been that difficult for him to get me into bed. I've had a rough few weeks at work, and someone playing with my tits and filling me with his cock might have been just what I needed to take the edge off. But spending the night with someone who sounded just a little too sloppy seemed like it would have added to my stress, not diminished it.
Hoarding stories and bad jokes. Wait. For. It.
Posted:Apr 7, 2017 6:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 7:43 pm

I know you guys know how much I adore my Victoria's Secret lotions, sprays, and perfumes. My ultimate favorite is Dark Angel. I bought a one ounce bottle, some lotions, body sprays, and four roller balls. And then I kicked myself for not buying more because they pulled it quickly, and they never brought it back, not even in the semi annual sales they've had since. I always buy more than that. What was I thinking? I've used it sparingly because I can't bear the thought of finishing it. So, today I was searching my bedroom for another bottle of a different perfume, and I discovered an entire new bottle of my beloved Dark Angel. It was like Christmas! Now, it's always like Christmas for someone in my bedroom. Today it was like Christmas for me!

Hooray for hoarding tendencies!
Posted:Apr 2, 2017 6:40 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2017 4:45 pm

You look like the kind of guy who wants to be in control
You're the boss
An authoritarian
You're the kind of guy who will stare intently at someone
Until she takes the hint
Does your bidding
Caves in to your demands
And falls to her knees
You're the kind of guy who makes everything exciting
Women tingle with nervous energy in your presence
You're the kind of guy who likes to talk
But only has to say very little
The rest is done with your eyes and lips
She will receive a glowing smile when she pleases you
But your flashing eyes could tell a different tale
You're the boss
A natural born leader
Forever in control
And no one ever needs reminding
No one will ever forget
That Saturday morning drive
Posted:Mar 26, 2017 6:46 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 3:57 pm

It's that Saturday morning drive of confusion
Retracing my steps homeward
Fresh memories of the previous night flow through my mind
I can't decide if I want to smile or cry
I know I will likely never see you again
But I have one night of passion to replay in the sweetest of dreams
One night of longing satisfied
But still the drive away from you leaves only regret
I should have left you sooner
I should have stayed longer
I should never have come to you at all
These thoughts travel home with me
They know the route better than I
They travel on cruise control
While I follow the map that leads me far away from you
The match that wasn't
Posted:Mar 25, 2017 4:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2017 5:54 am

Jennifer walked into the room. Though Mike was already sitting there on the bed waiting for her, she didn't say a word. She walked past him to the table, and laid out the contents of her bag: some oil, a bottle of lotion, a scarf, some handcuffs, a sports bra, a muscle shirt, and some short workout shorts. Whether she planned on using any of it was anyone's guess, but she liked the effect it had on Mike as he curiously watched her actions.

Jennifer walked out of the room with the change of clothing, changed, and came back and sat down at the table. Still not saying a word, she put her elbow on the table and her arm in the air, assuming an arm wrestling position. Mike came over and sat down opposite of Jennifer. They began to arm wrestle using their right arms. They had already established the rules of the game. Best out of five, loser removes an article of clothing with each loss. As she suspected, Jennifer was able to put up a fight, but she lost the first round. Sweat covered her arms and glistened her cleavage, and her cheeks turned slightly crimson as she stood and removed her muscle shirt. As you would suspect, Jennifer lost the second round, too, and off came her shorts. She was wearing nothing else but her sports bra. Of course, she was going to lose the third round, but Mike wanted the win, and he wanted her naked fair and square. Though she fought valiantly to the end, Jennifer's hand came down on the table, and with that, off came her bra.

Still without speaking a word, she walked to the bed where he had previously been sitting and sat up on her heels, ready to wrestle. Mike took in the sight of Jen's tan, glistening, naked body. He pulled off his shirt and jeans, keeping on his shorts, and attempted to push Jennifer back onto the bed. Somehow, he assumed she would be an easy target/mark just because she lost all three arm wrestling rounds. He was mistaken. Little did he understand she would use her naked body to her advantage.

Instead of falling over backwards, she pounced on him, her naked breasts in his face, taking him off guard instantly. The lotion she was wearing for the day along with her sweat helped her to glide over him and take control. Pinning his arms over his head, she sat down on his chest. Mike didn't seem to know what happened or quite what he should do as Jennifer inched her way up and dangled her ample breasts in his face. Using her position over him to hold him down, she began to use her breasts to smother him, gently, but smothering just the same. She teased his lips with her nipples, and then she used her arms to push her breasts together, squeezing them over his entire face. Mike was too busy enjoying the effects of this at first that he didn't quite realize he'd been had. When he did, he tried to spring to action, but Jen wasn't going to make it easy for him. He tried to twist away from her control, but she was using her body weight to hold him down, and her hands still somehow held his over his head. Finally, he was able to use his legs, wrapping them around her waist to pull her off him. They were now both on their side, facing each other. Mike was taller, which gave him a physical advantage, but he didn't have much wrestling prowess, and Jen had done this before. Further, she wasn't above cheating, which she did immediately. Mike was feeling pretty proud of his ability to release himself from her grasp. He started feeling even better when he felt the thrill of Jen's hand pulling away his waistband and then wrapping itself around his engorged cock. He would have argued this point, but why bother? It felt too damn good for one thing, and for another, there was a beautiful naked woman touching him. Some small efforts were made to keep up the wrestling theme of the evening, but they both knew it was intended as a means of foreplay and nothing more. Before long, Jen had resumed her position on top of him, only this time, she slid her hot wet pussy down over his thick hard cock. If Mike had any blood flow left in his brain, he would have likely called this a tie he could appreciate. But Jen saw it another way. She was calling this one a win.

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