A nomination plea

I don’t write for the intake of visitors or traffic on my site. I mean, it would be great, but that’s not my reason for writing. In my life I have been neglected, hurt, depressed, happy, intense, mean, jealous, gay, straight, curvy, upside down and inside out. Most of that happened in this year alone. As normal as these emotions are, I have realized that finding someone who writes about it for free online isn’t as typical as one would believe. I write about sex and all the other things in between: from lust to heartache to anal and titty fucking, but sex rarely is just about sex. There is more involved in having sex then just the act itself. Well, apparently in my life it is. I write about life before, during, and after sex. If you enjoy what I...

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They Don’t Know You

The memories, these feelings I can no longer abate As I jot these words down with a flourish of hate. People sing your praises, honesty far-flung You are selfish and borderline cruel; should I go on? Deceitful, you have twisted lies and lives To ensure that only your breed survives. Your love is a plague that darkens the hope, Feeds the ravenous flames and chokes the smoke. A kindness is to leave before you’ve left, Yet niceties are unnatural, you require deathly effect Blinded, we fell into the pit you laid Of gilded roses, with our love we paid To enter the recesses of your heart and mind, Only to conclude there are things in this life we will never find. Release me from your clutches, set me free! I want no more attachment of you to me. I no longer wish...

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Squishy Boobday

Squishy Boobday

People do the oddest things when they are restless, alone or lost in thought. Some nibble on their fingernails, twirl their hair, doodle on a scrap of paper. I touch my boobs. They are really soft, and I’ll find myself idly petting them on top, the cleavage part occasionally exposed at the top of a v-neck t-shirt. There are lines etched into them, marks of growth throughout the years, and my fingers glide over them like braille. When I’m in the middle of writing, there are times that I’m at a lost for inspiration or for the right words to type out. I’ll grab each side, and squeeze my breasts together, squashing and kneading them like fresh dough. I scratch them gently just to see the red lines appear on my skin. Sometimes, I slap them...

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Come Round Soon

I haven’t met someone like you in what seems like a very long time. We followed each other on social media for almost two years, merely existing between posts and clicking ‘like’ under photos. I knew you were in my city; so close to me in fact we may have crossed paths many times and not have known it. But I said nothing, mostly because I thought I’m not his type. He’s not my type; not what I’m looking for. I had this image of what I wanted a fuck buddy to be, and I’m sorry but it wasn’t you. Still, I was drawn to you and I thought the reason was the close proximity; maybe we could be good friends. He seems like a really cool guy. In retrospect, perhaps my subconscious was telling me something I couldn’t see...

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Something old, something new (Part 2)

I wasn’t sure what to say. This wasn’t really happening, was it? It’s as if the entry Paul read had altered reality, Kevin came right off the pages of my fantasy. There was more to that entry Paul didn’t read; details of some dreams I had carelessly written down, naively thinking that they would never be known. I was wrong, but now I’m not sure if that is a bad thing. I couldn’t see beyond the silk tie, but my body knew whose hands were touching me. Paul’s  hands were slightly calloused. A construction worker by trade, his hands were rough and worked over. A manicure was mandatory, I had told him, if he wanted to make me his wife. But I enjoyed the texture of his rough hands, especially when his large fingers dipped...

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Something old, something new (Part 1)

She looked in the mirror and gasped. I look beautiful.  This day had finally come. After all the years spent fighting for what they hoped could only end in happiness, their day had arrived. Before the people they loved, Heaven, Earth, God, and all the elements, they will become joined by heart and love. This was the happiest day of her life and she absolutely looked the part. The hair stylist unlocked the final strand of curled brown hair from a hot curling device. She struggled to stay patient, knowing that in a little more than an hour she will be making the most important walk of her life. “You look beautiful, honey,” said the hair stylist, packing the last of her combing utensils, the curling iron gripped tightly in her hand, wire wrapped loosely...

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Monotony makes a return

I’m not sure if this is a natural recurrence in the marital world. Or perhaps I naively thought that once we had gone through it we wouldn’t go through it again, at least not as bad as before. I was obviously wrong, because we are currently going through a case of monotony in our marital sex life again. However, the circumstances of how it began are a little different. I began this blog in 2010, during our very first wave of this ‘sexual monotony.’ Things really took off the following year, as we ventured into some new territory and rediscovered old ones. However, the move into our new apartment in 2012 seemed to slow things down. When I met Sir Dre, I thought this is it! I’m finally going to be able to explore all my fantasies. Like...

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