I decided to make a list of top ten places I’ve had sex, for the fun of it. Besides beds, bathrooms, hotel rooms, and vehicles, these are the more memorable ones. costume room of a large auditorium I “lost my virginity” during a performance of Arsenic and Old Lace, honestly. My boyfriend and I were
We were in bed and had sex. I usually have my eyes closed. This is about seeing him during sex. what sex is Well, sex is when I suck his dick, when he’s caring for my nipples with touch, when we cuddle in a sexy way, when I gently bite his hands, when we say
Hopefully you have sex with a goddess all the time. goddess comfort There’s this goddess I visit in my mind. She’s like me but giant, stronger, more stable, older. She’s very trustworthy. When I feel sad or scared, I go to her–she holds me. She’s a Mother Goddess. She sits on a colorful throne–the main
“Do you know how I feel when I look at this counter?” I asked. Sometimes our kitchen counter has garlic cloves, dishes, a cutting board, a bag of rice, fruits, thing of salt, bottle of vinegar. Butter, an onion, a wrench. A thing will be his, and I’ll look at it there for a
“Do you know the one thing I would change about you, if I could?” I asked. what I would change I was in bed, naked, and he was standing by the bed. I was touching his tummy and chest–we smiled at each other. “Uh, oh! Get ready to be hurt!” I said. We laughed. “Are
dream people Sometimes a dream feels so real, it’s hard for me to believe it isn’t. I can’t help but think dream people are out there somewhere, doing dream things. The man standing behind me who startles me and I yell, the kid I send to search for a lost blue glove I dropped in
Do you have the relationships you want? Are you getting the love variety you need? There are more than ten things that make me feel loved. But I thought I would make this list as a start–ten ways to love. Please consider loving me in these ways, if you get the chance. hugs I need
My friend txted me a picture of this card–he said it was hot, looked like someone fingering the earth. Hells yeah. I would finger the earth, fuck the earth with my rose quartz strap-on and my entire soul, cuddle the earth, make any kind of love to the earth. The Earth is my true love,
“Your arm is so pretty,” I said, admiring its muscles and smoothness, his beautiful light brown skin. “If I was so pretty as you, I would just lie in bed and masturbate…all day!” We shared a smile about that. I get confused, sometimes. My friend built a staircase-porch so beautiful; I told him–if I could
insert image here I looked up BDSM public domain images to plop into this post, and what I saw had nothing to do with what I actually did. the stuff we did wasn’t costly–I didn’t buy any costuming or gear. I’m not a thin white woman with big tits, restrained and slightly grinning, suggesting naughtiness.