If you’re ever inclined to watch me unravel at your words, to reduce me to a panting animal, simply make me tell you all the things I want to do to you with my mouth. How would you ‘make’ me? Easy, I’d let you say pretty things in hushed tones and push your fingers inside…
Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love? The above quote is from Bram Stoker’s Dracula, a favourite novel of mine, made into a favourite film of mine. This…
Sometimes you just need what you need. I’m still learning that it’s okay to have needs, to admit that the hunger is real, especially when it comes to sex and sexual/sensual self-care.
Think of me. Think of me when you touch yourself. Think of me thinking of you, thinking of touching me, while I touch myself too.
I had myself a little photo shoot this morning in some pink, purple and blue to represent the bi pride flag for Pride month for Lingerie Is For Everyone. It’s my first ‘out’ Pride and I’m really in my thoughts and feelings about sexuality and the journey that took me so long to realize I…
I’ve been out on that open road You can be my full time daddy white and gold Singing blues has been getting old You can be my full time baby Hot or cold
This bed is on fire with passionate love The neighbours complain about the noises above But she only comes when she’s on top
I’m easy … over easy like Sunday morning.
Sometimes he’s ‘Daddy’ and he reminds me of what a good girl I am. Sometimes he’s ‘Daddy’ and he rewards me with a mouthful of his love.
No pants are the best pants. This is what happens when your office is also your bedroom and you write about sex all day … the distraction is real, folks.
Honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago, idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it’s sword. Innocence died screaming, honey ask me how I know: I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.
I love to be covered in cum. I love to have my pussy tortured with clothes pegs. I love to do it all in soft pink panties (that later got yanked aside for a fast hard fuck). Feeling slutty as fuck these days and loving it.
“What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof?—I wish I knew… Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can…” ― Tennessee Williams
When I touch myself and think of you it’s gentle, curious, soft. I imagine how you’d relish my body
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot stop Spring from coming.” – Pablo Neruda
I wore a very sensible, unsexy bra yesterday. Nothing special, really. Not revealing or seductive, not racy or flirtatious. Or is it?