Category: Sex
Bendy Red
A while ago I bought several toys just for me. At the time, I was having a lot of solo-sex, because A’s and my schedule was screwy, and he’s a morning sex guy and I am an afternoon-sex girl, and a lot of times the only time we saw each…
Dear #16
Dear #16, It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of you. You were the boy on the dance floor with all the hot moves. I was the Madonna-wannabe in the tattered lacy skirt, wild hair and big hair bow. We danced near each other, occasionally brushing a hand or…
Just because he says so
“I’m looking forward to making you fuck R,” he said. Oh. Um. Yeah. I think of all kinds of pretend excuses why I can’t go over. Think of things that aren’t pretend: my kids, a test in algebra, my possible/maybe-going-to-happen period. I know I won’t use any of them. But…
Morning, in the Girl’s Bed
I wake in her bed, the flash of lightening brightening the room, illuminating the white of the goosedown comforter tangled around her warm, tanned body where it is wrapped around mine. Wrapped around mine. I have just woken in my girlfriend’s bed with her warm, soft body wrapped around mine.…
Morning, in the Girl's Bed
I wake in her bed, the flash of lightening brightening the room, illuminating the white of the goosedown comforter tangled around her warm, tanned body where it is wrapped around mine. Wrapped around mine. I have just woken in my girlfriend’s bed with her warm, soft body wrapped around mine.…
Spunkball
Tiger Woods and I are close today. Real close. Or at least one of his officially-endorsed golf balls and I are. I have a Nike-branded golf ball in my cunt today. Better yet, I have a Nike-branded, official Father’s Day golf ball, covered with A’s spunk, in my cunt today.…
W-H-O-R-E
The sun was warm, but not uncomfortable, the water cool against my skin. His wife had gone into the house to get him a beer and we were left outside in the pool alone. I swam up to him and slipped my body close to his, wrapped my legs around…
Late for Algebra
I couldn’t stop thinking about my ass that afternoon. With good reason, it was getting plenty of verbal and imaginative attention. “What are you doing before you go in to class?” I asked my SO over the phone. “Hmm, maybe a nap,” said he. My ears perked up. We don’t…
Dirty Girl
I want to be slow, deliberate, but the thought of him once again sends me spiraling up into an excitement that is hard to contain. Soon my fingers are flying over my clit, swirling and stroking, loving the feel of the slick bubble bath between my fingers and my ring.
Not So Vanilla
Quote from a television show last night: “The cops ought to clamp a boot on your genitals.” I found it hilarious–and oddly apropos. Bootjack that cunt! (snort) Anyway, that’s right, you read it here first: I watched TV last night. An unusual occurrence for me, but now, finally…I can see…