Saturday, March 26, 2016

Happy Birthday Love

I blink a few times as I pull myself out of a dream. The room is still dark and you breathe softly behind me still in your own dreamland. Lifting my head off the pillow I can see that the clock reads 4:06 am. I still have a few hours until I need to get up. Shifting slightly, I spoon into your back, draping my arm around you. Your body is warm against mine. A small murmur escapes your lips and I move closer.

I deeply breathe in your scent. It’s such a familiar smell, comforting and arousing at the same time, as is your hard body against mine. Holding you close to me I think about how we came to be here. It was a winding road, tough at times, but now I can’t imagine you not being here. I happily smile into your shoulder and let my hand drift over your chest. You murmur again. I take it as encouragement and continue. Your skin feels so good under my fingers. It’s hard to keep my hands to myself sometimes. I love touching you. I love letting our hands meet under the table and wrapping my arms around you in an embrace. I love feeling your hands touching me. Gentles caresses on my legs as we watch tv and the way your hand finds mine when we talk.

Of course, at the moment, I’m thinking more about how your flesh feels as I move my hand down to your ass, which is now firmly pressed against me.

I move my hands further still, down your leg and back up the front of your thigh. I’m tempted to run my hand over your cock but not yet. My hands drifts back up your side and over your chest again. Your breath quickens slightly as your body begins to respond. I follow the same path, feeling your body. My own breath quickens as I pull you closer to me, feeling the heat rising between my thighs. I trail my fingertips down your stomach across to your other thigh. You’re fully wakening now, reaching behind you to caress my hip. Your touch is electric and I gasp. I need to feel you. I run my hand over your stomach again and this time move down the center to your pulsing cock.

You’re hard now, straining to be attended to. I finally let my hand run down the length of you and hear your suck in your breath. The sound of your pleasure causes my core to pulse. I love the sounds of you, hearing the pleasure I bring you. I wrap my fingers gently around your length and slowly stroke. Your fingers grip me and pull my hips closer. I gently kiss your shoulder, working my way up to your neck.

“I want you,” I whisper softly into your ear and nibble your earlobe. You moan.

Without warning you suddenly shift in the bed to face me. Strong arms pull me close and our hungry mouths meet. You pull my hips to yours and I can feel your hardness grinding against me. “I want you.” The thought permeates my mind and controls my body. I need to taste you. I pull back.

“Not yet,” I whisper, “my turn first.”

You resist slightly but as I push your shoulder back to the bed and slide on top of you, you let me have you. The feeling of you along the full length of my body is amazing - fully skin on skin. I let out a sigh and meet your lips again. Running my hands up both of your arms, I pin your wrists over your head. It’s definitely my turn. With an implied “leave them here” push against your wrists, I release them and let my hands wander back down as my lips meander over your neck and chest. I look up at you once, smile and then continue to work my way down. I’m in no hurry.

I playfully let my lips cover every inch of your chest, moving down over your stomach, purposely avoiding your manhood. Your soft gasps let me know that the teasing is getting to be too much. I tease a little more, taking in the feeling of your body against my hands and lips. Your cock pulses, wanting me to touch you. Your hands can’t resist touching me and move to caress my back. My own desires take over and I don’t let you wait any longer. I breathe hotly over you, letting you feel how close I am. Your hips rise to meet me and your cock pulses again. My warm wet mouth slips softly over your straining cock and I pull you in deeply. You groan as I take you in as far as I can and begin to slowly work my way up and down your shaft. Slow, purposeful strokes, feeling you swell as I move over you.

I relish tasting you. Feeling your hardness in my mouth, feeling your body react to me. Your arousal fuels mine and the wetness seeps between my thighs. I need you. I shift up over you more, letting you deeper into my throat. A gasp tells me what I need to know. Fingers seek me out, slipping under me to cup my breasts. Suddenly you pinch my nipple hard and I groan around you. Sparks ignite in me. My body aches for you.

I swirl my tongue around your shaft and suck you hard in response. My hand joins the ministrations, stroking along with my mouth, tightening around your hard swollen cock. You groan again and lift your hips to meet me. You are so hard now, muscles tightening, straining against my touch. I want you to want and desire me as much as I want and desire you. I want you there, on the edge. I want you to lose control and be in the moment with me. Not thinking, just feeling.

Another gasp escapes your lips and I pull you deep into my mouth again, continuing to stroke you in and out.

“Come up here,” you hoarsely whisper and pull at my shoulder.

I hesitate, not yet wanting to release you.

“Come up here,” you repeat.

I slide my body up yours, feeling the length of you once again under my weight. My lips finds yours as we hungrily kiss. My hips move against you, seeking out your hardness to relieve the ache between my thighs.

You pull your lips away, “Come up here,” you say again and emphasize it by half pulling and half pushing my body further up yours.

I moan slightly and climb over you, kneeling and straddling your shoulders. Your hands grip my hips and pull me down closer to your waiting mouth. Just as I move to grasp the headboard, the soft warmth of your tongue invades every sense and it takes my breath away. You slowly lick me, tasting my desire for you, trailing around my sex until you settle on my clit. I groan loudly, feeling the immediate sensation of heat, anticipation and longing. I tilt my hips for you, wanting so much to feel everything you want to give. Your tongue slips over me, knowing how to bring me so much pleasure. I can feel it quickly building in me, spreading out from my core.

I moan and grasp the headboard tighter. Your tongue swirls over and over me. There is nothing but you and this sensation. Then suddenly I feel your fingers slide up my slit and push inside me. I cry out. The sense of being filled and licked blend together to become pure raw carnal feelings in me. I grind my hips down on you, wanting to feel everything. The intensity is becoming too much.

My body begins to tremble and I feel the familiar heat growing inside me. I need so much to come for you.

“Yes. Oh yes. Don’t stop,” I whisper.

I’m so close now. I feel you slip another finger inside, filling me completely and I moan again. Your tongue moves slickly over me and suddenly I’m there. The wave of pleasure explodes within me, pulsing again and again as it completely takes over my body. I gasp for breath as waves of pleasure course through me.

I want more. I need more.

I urgently make my way down your body. Our mouths meet again, the passionate hunger takes over. I slide my soaked slit along your length and feel you groan into my mouth. We both need each other so much. I grind against your hardness, still feeling incredibly aroused. I want to come with you inside me.

I reach down and guide you to me. The head of your cock slides easily inside as I lower myself on you. My head falls back as the sensation of you filling me invades every part of me. Deeper and deeper until your are buried to the hilt. You gasp and grasp my hips, holding me there, taking in the feeling as well. I lean down and our lips touch again as I slowly lift my hips, starting the familiar rhythm. Sparks ignite in me. I’m not going to last long, the feeling is too pleasurable. I move up and down on you, slowly, purposefully. Grinding my clit against you as I do. Every movement brings me closer.

Sensing this, you slip your hand between my thighs, finding my swollen bud. I moan as you touch me. The excitement grows tenfold and I can’t control my movements. You have me so aroused now. I grind against your hand, your cock, moving faster as I feel the heat grow once again. I want to come for you. You reach up and grasp my breast, pinching my hard nipple sending an flare of desire through me. My breath comes in gasps now. Everything else is gone. It’s just you, your touch, your body, and the feeling you bring me.

I start to tremble and whisper your name again and again. My back arches, pushing my hips to you. The need to purely feel you is so strong. Without warning my body suddenly explodes with hot pulsing waves of pleasure and I cry out. You can feel me clench around you, pulsing around you. Your need overwhelms.

With a growl, you pull me off and toss me onto my stomach. I gasp at the strength and abruptness of your actions. You climb off the bed and pull me back to you, pulling me up to my knees. Growling again, you push yourself into me hard and I moan. The sensation of being taken like this floods me with wetness.

“Yes,” I whisper and it’s all the encourage meant you need.

You grip my hips and begin to slide in and out of me. I lower my head to the bed, pushing my ass to you, wanting to feel you so deep. I can feel how swollen and hard you are. I want every inch of you. You push hard against me, wanting to feel the same. You slowly stroke your full length out before plunging back inside me again and again. I want this. I need this. I can hear your breath coming in gasps now. Your fingers grip my hips tighter, pulling me back in to you harder and harder. The sounds of us turn me on more. I can feel arousal building in me. Every stroke of you, pushes me further and further.

I reach back between my thighs and slide my fingers over my clit and begin to rub.

It’s your turn to whisper, “Yes.”

I’m so close now. You taking me like this, your hard cock stroking in and out has me on the edge. I rub hard as you pound into me and feel myself gripping your cock hard. The sensation grows quickly. You movements quicken now, feeling me getting closer is pushing you closer as well. I can’t hold back. I need to come and tell you so.

It overwhelms me when I crash over. I clench hard around you and gasp for breath and the sensation moves through me. You say my name as you pound your hard cock into me.

“Come for me,” I say, “Please come for me.”

That’s all you need to hear. You grip my hips harder and suddenly cry out as you explode inside me over and over again. You come hard, pulsing, pushing, needing, wanting. We sat like that for a moment, neither one of us able to move. Then, breathing hard you collapse on top of me and we fall down to the bed, pulling each other close and holding each other tight.

I snuggle back into you and in a breathless whisper I say, “Happy Birthday, I love you.”

Sunday, January 19, 2014

What I like about Sex

My, it's been awhile since I've been in here. I know, I know, fun blog then BAM she disappears. While I won't divulge my personal life on here, I can say that the last 3 years has been an exciting and rewarding ride, and the future looks amazing. This doesn't mean I haven't thought about writing. I have. I just needed time to live the "other" part of my life.

I'm going to get back into this slowly. A post here and there, but I'll do my best to ramp it back up. I miss it.


Someone asked me recently what I like about sex; aside from the obvious end result. It's a good question. I love sex and everything about it, but here is what it comes down to for me. Sex is raw. It's dirty and messy. It's fun and decadent. It's also intimate and tender. Sex wraps up the basic human emotions and presents them in an atmosphere in which it's ok to show. Sex is where you let your guard down. You let the other person into your personal space, and allow them to see you naked, literally and figuratively.

Of those qualities, I like the raw, dirty, messy part best. I like the complete abandon of losing track of everything else but the other person. Like fucking in the back seat of a car, in the middle of the day, in a public place and being so in the "zone" that nothing outside that moment is even registering on your brain. Not other cars driving by, not the way your body may look, not the sounds you make or even the absurdity of fucking in the car when you're far removed from teenager status. It centers on the primal urge and need to connect with the pleasure center in the brain.

Did I mention the dirty and messy? Sex isn't pretty. Ever really study someone's O face? Seriously though. I love both men and women's bodies. I don't care if there's a little extra fat here and there. I don't care that one breast is slightly larger than the other or the baby weight never quite came off. A beer belly, pshaw. Please, we all have our flaws. I have mine, I'd tell you but that's not the point. I don't care about any of those things. I care about your pleasure. That means I care about touching you all over, feeling you, tasting you and enjoying you. I like the sounds, smells, tastes and yes, messiness of what sex brings. Sweat, bodily fluids, messed up hair, raw lips, flushed skin… just thinking about it turns me on.

And the fun. Sex is FUN! Laughing during sex is ok, in fact, preferred. It might be a hot crazy moment but when your teeth clink together it's ok to giggle. Sex is not a serious sport. At least not for me. It's enjoyment. I'll cheer you on, and encourage you the whole way to the finish line. (I'm vocal but not in a demanding way… unless of course you're in the mood to be dominated)

The other person matters to me. I like giving pleasure more than I like receiving. Don't get me wrong, I love receiving pleasure. LOVE it. However, nothing gets me wetter than the sounds and sights of my partner feeling pleasure. I want to know that my efforts are having an effect. The catch in the breath, moans, fingers tightening in my hair and digging into my skin… wow. And when the other person totally succumbs to the moment -- the complete abandon of the body to the feelings -- I practically come with them.

Call me a slut. Go ahead, it's ok. I am to a degree. I have relationships with men and women. I love sex and everything about it. I've had many partners. I haven't come across anything I'm not willing to try in the bedroom and embrace most of it. I will be your dirty little whore or call you one. I embrace my sexuality. I do have a line though. I don't fuck anyone I don't know. I don't randomly pick someone up at a bar and take them home. I have a relationship with the person, whether it's a friend with benefits or a long term partner, I have a connection. Don't make the assumption that because a woman is sexual that she sleeps around. Call me a slut for that reason and I'll have words for you. Call me a slut because you like the dirty girl in me, and I'll show you just how dirty I can be.

Missed you xxx


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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Touching Myself

My hands run over my body and I let out a soft sigh. I need to ease the ache between my thighs. I need to touch myself. I need to cum. Wanton desirous thoughts invade my mind. The feeling overwhelms me and I can't do anything else until I'm sated.

I'm already naked. I shed my clothes to the bedroom floor and now lie on the bed. The ache deepens. My fingers slide down my neck. I shiver with anticipation. My nipples are already taught when my hands find them. I feel the ache intensify. I roll them between my finger tips and gasp as a pulse begins in my cunt. I squeeze my thighs together wanting so much to cum. My breasts are soft and full in my hands as I caress them. My chest heaves with anticipation. If only you were here to watch me.

I slip one hand down. I know what to do to ease the ache. I know how to satisfy myself. I know you know this and the thought of having you as a voyeur stokes the flames further. The decision now is to make it quick and hard or draw it out slowly. My fingers slide through the wetness pooling between my thighs. Slick juices coat my fingers and I spread it around my clit. I moan softly. Electric waves run through me as my fingers start to circle my clit. The room has disappeared. The outside world has disappeared. Desire, need, want is all I feel.

I let my thighs fall open and slip my fingers to my cunt. Heat envelopes them as I slide two inside. I wonder what you would think now. Would you want to join me or continue to watch. I groan. My hips rise and fall. I need more. My other hand trails down, taking the place on my clit. My cunt throbs with pleasure. I imagine you inside me, filling me. I slide another finger inside, greedily filling myself, thrusting them in and out to keep rhythm with my hips. I lift my leg, needing to push deep, feeling the velvet walls of my cunt squeezing tight around my fingers. My arousal surges. My legs tremble. I wonder if you can feel me. I wonder if you know I'm masturbating for you.

My clit throbs. I press harder, stroking myself. My fingers are slick against me. My body begins to succumb. I don't want to draw it out any longer. I need it too much to let it last. I need to be greedy. I need to be satisfied. My fingers move frantically over my clit. My cunt pulses harder. I feel the heat building inside me. I gasp again and a small cry escapes my lips.

I can't control my hips as they buck up against my hands. My heart pounds as I feel pleasure flood my body. Hot breath rushes from my lungs as I cry out. Warmth pulses over my hands and I careen into bliss. Can you feel it?

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Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas!

I lay waiting for you under the tree. My hair down around my shoulders, my body propped on one elbow, two bows strategically placed around me. I wait for you, hoping you come to me soon, waiting to feel your touch to warm my skin on this cold morning.

I anticipate your touch. I wait to feel your hands sliding through my hair. I wait to feel your lips press against mine drawing the passion from me. I wait for your fingers to slip down and untie the bows, to feel your fingertips caress my skin. I wait for the moment in which we surrender to each other. In this moment the passion will break free, a hunger in need. I wait for the feeling of your body pressed against mine, your hands and lips devouring me. I want you to feel to heat between my thighs, the ache and desire that waits for you. I want you to feel how wet I am just thinking about you here with me.

I wait for you on this Christmas morning, come to me.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Distant Desire

Her gaze lingered on me, her eyes flashed white hot beneath long black lashes. Her full lips parted ever so slightly with a quick intake of breath. She sat opposite me in the crowded bar but I could feel the attraction weave its way through the crowd between us. She shifted in her chair. The glass in her hand made its way up to her lips. She made a point to touch the glass with her tongue before taking a sip. Her gaze never left mine.

Leaving the glass, her fingertips found her long neck. I watched as they trailed down to the top button of her blouse. She was looking to seduce and I would not deny her the pleasure. She trailed long nails lightly across her skin, daring me to ask to see more. I gave her a soft smile, matching her gaze. Her returned smile sent shivers down my spine. There was venom in it, but also a promise. It's one I wanted her to keep.

Her fingers slid down across the silk fabric above her breasts before coming back up to her lips. She slowly licked a finger and trailed it back down her neck. I gave her another smile. I wanted the show to continue. She leaned back against the bar and lifted the drink to her lips again. I watched as she shifted her hips toward me. Her skirt slid up as she moved revealing more of her long firm legs. My gaze traveled over her as she slipped one foot up the side of her calf, caressing it her heeled shoe. She oozed temptation. Did I dare?

She shifted again, turning the face the other direction, pausing to part her thighs for me. The room was too dark for me to see but my imagination could fill in the gap. I pictured her in my mind, pictured myself with her, between her thighs, tasting her lips. She leaned forward, appearing to stretch and let her hand fall to her knee. Her fingertips traced small circles along her thigh as she brought her hand up her body. My body quivered.

She turned from me then to face the bar. Her long hair fell across her back, hair I wanted in my hands. Hair I wanted in my grip as I pulled it
back to kiss her, to possess her. She leaned to whisper to the bartender. She rose as she did, purposely pushing her ass toward me. She was asking everything from me and I was willing to give it.

I watched as she slipped money onto the bar.

I watched as she rose from her seat, pausing to look at me, and walked to the door.

I watched her saunter through the crowd and leave.

I watched the door for a long moment.

And then I followed.

Wednesday, November 03, 2010


His lips told me the words I wanted to hear. I didn't care that he didn't mean them. I didn't care that I was being used. I needed to feel a touch, a hint of desire.

His mouth lingered on my neck, alternating between kisses and talk of his want. He caressed my body with his, his chest against mine, his thigh pressed between mine. The heat poured from him making it all that easier to surrender. I knew he felt me succumb to him and I felt his smile against my skin. Another one conquered.

His fingers splayed out across my breast while his body began to take what it needed from me. I felt his length grow hard against my flesh. His lips moved down further, his tongue swirling over my skin. My own hands encouraged him, telling him to take all of me. His mouth sucked my nipples and I arched up to him. My body throbbed with a desire long forgotten.

His hands slid over my soft belly and down between my thighs which parted eagerly for a chance to be fulfilled. His fingers began a slow dance, teasing my senses. My hips pushed up to him with want. I didn't need the waltz, he didn't mean it anyway. He could save the seduction for someone else. I pushed his head down to ask him for more. I wanted the pleasure I knew he would give.

His mouth found me and gave me what I desired. His lips and tongue quickly brought me the feeling I so long missed. I gave myself over to the sensations. My body responded in kind and allowed me the pleasure I sought. I gave it all to him and he took it.

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Friday, October 29, 2010


Once, you loved me.
I had felt the desire.
It burned hot against my skin.
It grew around me,
Engulfing me in flames of passion.

Once, no day passed in which I felt neglected.
You wanted me, desired me.
You yearned to feel my skin against your own.
You yearned to caress my breasts,
And run your hands along my body.

Once, you couldn't contain your hunger.
Your cock would grow hard at my scent,
And my body would become wet from yours.
Your mouth would find me,
Licking, tasting and craving me.

Once, our minds and hearts fulfilled our needs.
There were no others.
There wasn't a need for more than us.
There was only flesh and need,
Our bodies and breath mingled as we sought out pleasure.

Once, we found delight in bringing each other delight.
I would open my thighs for you,
And groan your name as you filled me.
We would move together,
Seeking the heat.

Once, we were lovers,
Filling our time with carnal needs and desires.
There was no if, only when.
There was no time,
Only each other.

Once, we found happiness in that.
I thought I was an everything,
Instead of a something.
That I may have been enough,
That I could have been.