March 22nd, 2014

sexually frustrated

Fuck me.

Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. Fuck me slow. Fuck me sweet. Fuck me silly.

Fuck me on the bed. Fuck me on the floor. Fuck me against the chair. Fuck me outside. Fuck me in public.

Just fuck me.

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Totally Fuckable Tuesday: The Bartender

March 18th, 2014

The heights that your sex drive reach are amazing. I would call them beyond compare, but that would be a lie. I have seen the like of those heights in my own sex drive. Perhaps that is why you are the one I am writing this post about.

But even if I weren’t writing this post, I would still be thinking about you. I would be thinking about sending you a message, describing in length the way that the blood rushes to my head — and clit — when I think about you. I’d tell you how I grabbed for the nearest toy or furiously rubbed my clit while thinking about the last time you fucked me, rubbing my clit until I came even though I didn’t think I had it in me.

And you’d love it. You’d reply and tell me how you love reading every detail and about how badly you want to fuck me, how you’re going to fuck me when you’re home. You’ll tell me that if I’m your good little girl I’ll answer the door naked and you’ll reward me. I’ll hold my breath as I wait for every response.

As much as we thrive on the sexual tension when we’re apart, it’s better when we’re finally together again. It feels electric when we touch, and I am completely consumed by you, by us, the moment. The anxiety that I carry the rest of the time can’t compete with my rapt attention to you.

What makes you so fuckable? Is it the sexual relationship based on friendship that’s so comfortable? Is it your easy manner? Perhaps it’s chemical. Maybe it’s the way that I feel free to submit to you and you feel free to objectify me in the way that I need. In the end, it could just be a combination of all the the above, some unclear but constant equation that we depend upon but cannot explain.

We’d skip the explaining and get to fucking anyway.

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Statistics

March 1st, 2014

There are 7 billion people on this planet. And even though I haven’t met all of them — I can’t possible meet all of them in a single lifetime — there’s only one person who makes me feel like you do. Out of everyone who I’ve ever met, there’s only you who has made me feel

  • Safe
  • Accepted
  • More myself

I cannot say that others haven’t come close. Or that someone else might make me feel the same. Or that someone might even do it better. I am not a fortune teller but, as of this very moment in time and space, you are one in 7 billion.

And I don’t even think you realize this.

Without you, I am less me.

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Parts of me that hurts

February 6th, 2014

  • Breasts
  • Neck
  • Collar bone
  • Hips
  • Thighs
  • Lower back
  • Shoulders
  • Arms

Parts of me that don’t hurt:

  • My pride
  • My heart

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Categories: The Bartender

A battle of will.

January 21st, 2014

I am not sure if I can put into words how much I want to climb atop you, to guide you into myself. Maybe I’ll wet my lips are gasp at the first sensations as our bodies meet, your cock so perfectly filling me, your presence completing the parts of me I didn’t even know were missing.

And I’ll stay there in that moment, not moving, barely breathing. I’ll slide my hand down your chest, rest them on your stomach and arch backwards. The sound of my silhouette will be my moans breaking the silence as the moment meets every item on my mental checklist.

Perfection.

The time for silence will pass. So will the time for stillness, as my hands bring yours to explore my body, every curve, every fold, every muscle. There won’t be any need to guess. Your fingers will travel from my mouth down the length of my body, finally delving between my lips like electricity on my clit.

We’ll move slowly together, my hips against yours and my mouth against your own. You’ll taste me on your tongue as it intertwines with mine. When we finally break, you’ll chase my lips, begging from more.

But the sudden crack of my palm against your cheek will let you know that you can’t have it.

The time for leisure will pass.

I will fuck you until we  both cum, and neither of us will have words, anymore.

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Just.. fuck.

January 1st, 2014

I love fucking you.

I love thinking about the times we’ve fucked.

I love talking about fucking you.

I love talking about the fucking we’ve done.. and the fuck we’re going to do.

I love telling people that I’ve fucked you.

I love how fucking you leave marks on me, physically and mentally.

I love masturbating to the thought of fucking you.

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Things I Hope to Explore Sexually

September 29th, 2013

AKA part of my sexual bucket list (but not everything).

Threesomes

I always figured that my ex-husband and I would get to some point where we were comfortable to invite other people into our bedrooms, sexually at first and the, perhaps, emotionally. That was obviously a pipe dream with him, but now that I’m not longer married to him, it could become a reality. Not only is the feminine form incredibly alluring, I’m a self person who wants to experience vaginal and clitoral stimulation simultaneously in a way that only two people are going to be able to satisfy.

Exibitionism

Show and Tell

Now, I’m not so bold that you’ll see me on a cam site like PerfectCam (bless the thousands of souls who do that have confidence!) but I do like performing for people — visually and vocally. It’s why I enjoy phone sex, and it’s why I spend so much time pleasuring myself for others to watch. In the same vein, I enjoy watching and hearing. The fact that I don’t necessarily mind having sex while others are nearby or I could get caught is somewhat related.

(Me in) Bondage

Part of me could never really let go with my ex. I wasn’t able to submit in any reason because I didn’t trust him to. The thing is, I need to do that. I have to be able to let go sometimes. Sex already helps a lot because it’s one of the few activities where I stop counting, worrying and comparing. I just enjoy. Even activities like video games and reading don’t offer the same kind of relaxation. But when I’m in a situation where I am not in control and I’m safe? I am free to just be. So happy that  I could cry, and sometimes I will.

And Serious Impact Play

I’ve got a whole closet of things that I’ve never gotten to use. It’s such a bummer. I guess I just want to get my money’s worth, no matter who’s on the receiving end. A little pain and blood isn’t much when it comes to a lot of pleasure, is it?

Sex.. Everywhere

My sexual repertoire has mostly taken place in a bed, in my own bed. Now, I love my bed. It’s a great place for my under the bed restraints, after all. I want sex in public places, mere feet away from other people, in cars, on cars, outside, on a boat. All the places where I might be with someone who can’t keep their hands off of me.

I suppose it could be wishful thinking, but I really do see myself being able to do most of these things with the bartender. That’s one of the reasons why he’s so appealing. Even if he’s not involved, I’m certainly grateful for the second chance that I seem to have received.

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