What do you want, baby? You can have anything, take everything. I’m here to please you, fulfill your every desire. I just want to make you happy. I offer myself to you willingly, breathlessly, because it makes us both feel sooooo good.
I love your hunger for me. It melts me, makes me want to surrender to your lust. It gets me so hot to please you.
Do you like the outfit I’ve put together for you? It’s sort of a retro thing – sexy high heels, the thigh-high stockings with the seams up the back and the flirty bows at the garters. Sheer, lacy panties that stretch across my ass, hugging my curves, leaving the bottom of my cheeks exposed. The demure black slip that molds my breast so enticingly…see, my nipples are already hard, wanting your touch.
Mmmmm, yes…look all you want, my darling, I’ll bend over for you so you can peek up my skirt, feel my ass and legs. I love how delicately your strong fingers explore the textures of flesh and fabric. I love the appreciative little sounds you make – almost worshipful – as you inspect your prize.
Because it’s all for you, baby. Every inch of my flesh, inside and out, is yours to play with, to touch and kiss and lick and enjoy however you want. Let your imagination run wild, knowing that there’s nothing I’d deny you. I’m your Bad Girl, and I’ll do whatever you want. (more…)
Take me to that place tonight, my love.
That warm place where nothing matters, nothing exists besides our bodies and hearts and minds, our flesh and senses and emotions.
Take me to that place where nothing comes between us but the heat of our breath, the sweat of our skin.
Take me to that place where lust melts all higher thought, where we can no longer analyze or worry or restrain ourselves, where we need only feel and react and move and experience the breathless, consuming release of pure pleasure.
Take me to that place where we flow into one another, filling each other, embracing each other, connecting intimately, body and soul until we are One.
Take me with all your passion and lust and animal need; clutch me, bite me, kiss me, fuck me, hard and fast and deep and loud until we can no longer contain the energy of our frenzied friction, until it bursts from us in shattering tsunamis that sweep us into ecstasy.
hot sexy pictures
my girl’s seductive poses
a perfect evening
dinner wine conversation
hot sex snuggle sleep
your fingers stroking
your cock in invitation
how can I resist?
your mouth tasting mine
makes me ever hungrier
to swallow you whole
you know I want it
but you tease till I need it
The other night I wore some new panties I’d picked up at Victoria’s Secret. I was immediately enamored of their design – laced up the back, forming an enticing criss-cross of delicate ribbon that enhanced the alluring valley between the buttocks. Knowing how much J loves my behind, I knew he’d appreciate them as well.
I cleaned up a bit after our dinner and found him playing on his laptop.
“Whatcha up to?” I asked.
“I’m hacking into your church,” he said. This confused me, as I don’t go to church.
“The church down the street has an unsecured wireless network,” he explained and I grinned. “What would you like to do, baby?” he asked me.
“Make love to you.”
“Well, then, let’s get to that.”
“If you’re busy with that, it can wait,” I said, but he was already shutting down the computer.
“Oh no, I’m just fucking around with this thing. I’d much rather be fucking around with you.” (more…)
*fair warning: this post is an honest/humorous look at some of the less pleasurable realities of sex and isn’t very hot or sexy!
J and I had a bit of a mishap the other night, but no permanent injuries have been sustained.
Every once in awhile during this frenzied, often ungraceful and sometimes dangerous dance of love, things don’t always go quite as planned.
I’m sure we’ve all experienced an enthusiastic thrust that missed the target on occasion, hopefully without too much discomfort. I’ve also had the rare charley horse cramp that dampened the mood by making me freeze, then twist in agony until it relaxed (I hate those things!), tumbled off the bed or sofa (luckily without injury) and gotten tangled in the sheets and torqued limbs the wrong way (easily remedied).
Once, as a lover knelt before me, we laughed about something and he let his head fall forward and his forehead connected with my public bone. It was not by any measure a violent headbutt, and I’ve got a nice little plump pad of flesh there, but somehow his skull cracked against that bone and it hurt like the dickens – a ringing, lingering pain like when you hit your funnybone. And it was pretty funny, looking back, with me dancing around with my hands clasped to my crotch, going: “Ow! Ow! Fuck! Ow!” and him apologizing in dismayed bafflement. (more…)
I feel your eyes on me as I bend over to present myself to your hungry gaze. I imagine your point of view; the tantalizing vision of the plump cheeks of my ass parted to reveal the tight bud of my anus and the pink, fleshy lips of my pussy, the inner petals glistening with the moisture of my arousal, the dark hair curling around it.
I feel your breath on me, hear you inhale my animal fragrance. Your hands grip my ass and you press your mouth to my sex, your lips delicately grasping, nibbling, parting me, your tongue darting out to taste me.
That wet little muscle snakes along my furrow, textured with tastebuds that scrub against my aching clit. You close your lips around that shy bundle of nerves, coaxing it from its hiding place, suckling, making it swell and pulse, making me moan and writhe.
You begin to lick me with long, slow laps that start at my clit and drawn wet lines of saliva up along my pussy lips, all the way up to my asshole. You pause there for a moment, wriggling your tongue teasingly, then drop back down to my clit and start another long, sensuous stroke.
The slow, languid path of your tongue has me rocking, sighing, building my desire to feel you inside me. Finally you indulge me and plunge your tongue into my pussy, sinuously thrusting and wiggling it, then you duck down to engulf my clit with your mouth again, sucking, then clicking your tongue against the sensitive bud – a rhythmic thumping that knocks on the doors of my pleasure and demands that I open for you. (more…)
Apologies for the lack of posts lately – the holidays have taken over my life and I haven’t had the chance to do much naughty writing or catch up on my naughty reading. :(
My Thanksgiving was devoted to sleeping in late with J (a rare and precious treat!) and having delicious sex before having a delicious meal with my family.
Cheers to turkey and stuffing (not necessarily in that order!)!.
Hope your Thanksgiving was filled with abundance and gratitude and good company!