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.
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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Parts of me that hurt
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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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.
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.
