I get fucked for days.
Last weekend I lay wrapped in the cocoon of my lover’s arms. It was Sunday, the last night I had Peyton with me and my babe slept soundly in the room across the hall. With a warm body beneath me …...
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It was 65 and muggy and the light grey eyes I’d come to expect each morning would soon be on me. I tried to rest nonchalantly against the wall near the bus stop, but felt anything but inconspicuous...
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“Mommy will be right back,” I said and guiltily slipped next door while my child nodded ok, distracted with heavy lids and a movie. My tomato red and navy striped sundress swirled about my knees as I...
View ArticlePussy trumps cock or I can’t make him cum.
To get The Neighbor to cum I have to do an elaborate dance of tension, pressure, sensuality, and stamina. It is not for the faint of heart. My neck hurts, my arms, my mouth will feel drawn and tight....
View Article“It’s total perfection.”
I’ve become high on love. I dream about sharing my feelings with him and it’s a long, terrifying jump to crystal blue waters below, that feeling of my breath being stolen on the way down, the slap of...
View ArticleHe kissed me and there we were.
Friday night Tina turned to her boyfriend, Chuckles, and their lips puckered and connected. The girl with the faux-hawk behind them tossed a dirty look their way and I looked at The Neighbor...
View ArticleI have permission to fuck other men. I think.
Obama would approve, I’m certain. I was at my kitchen table doing my secret sex blog stuff last night when I heard a faint knock at my door and saw The Neighbor’s head peek through. The rest of him,...
View ArticleHe loves strawberries, sex, and submission.
My eyes were heavy and my head stung; that irritating need to sleep pulled at me from a distance. The house was cleaned, the floors bare for him to do his chore, my room glowed with candles and I...
View ArticleI fucked two guys on Christmas night: A holiday tradition
No, not this Christmas, sadly. It’s just me fondly reminiscing again about one of the best nights of my life. Last year I wrote the following blurb: Peyton is with my ex for the next few hours and I...
View ArticleWhen it’s easy, it’s easy.
It’s cold in my living room. The dog is passed out on his end of the couch. The rain is tapping and steady. Two mugs of cold coffee sit near my slippered feet. Bones left about 30 minutes ago, his...
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