I think Venus was certainly looking to win the giveaway that I just hosted.. and she did.
Congratulations, an e-mail is on its way!
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Heat
It is less than freezing out but I do not feel the chill. The heat emanates from my body, seeps and breathes from between my legs. The heat pools around my thighs and cheeks as I squirt, for the first time in what seems like eons. It collects in the blanket below me and flows through layers of fabric to the mattress itself. Silicone and plastic have become impossibly warm from my body. My heat is strong and impervious. I am insatiable and heat spreads throughout my body as I am pushed over the edge by his words. Images fill my mind and inspiration has taken on a life of its own, so real that I can almost taste it and feel it: heat.
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Short and Sweet
A hand on her hip. Fingers digging into flesh, grasping at bone. She gasps, ruby lips parting in a picturesque silhouette. The hand remains in place, holding her firmly and she remains still, aside from her momentary expression. His other hand roughly fondles her breast, the delicate flesh exposed to the exquisite agony of pinching and pulling and squeezing–all none too lightly.
As if on cue, the hand rests against her skin as he leans his body over hers, his mouth zoning in on her other hip. His breath is hot on her flesh and then his teeth are sinking into it, bruising and cutting her skin. He swirls his tongue inside his mouth, against her skin, before pulling away. His teeth leave marks on her skin as droplets of blood spring from open wounds.
She cries but cuts off shortly as he casts her a swift glance. She clamps her mouth shut as his finger traces the marks on her hip. The touch is gentle but every movement is searing in her imagination, worse than the bite itself. She holds her breath and, almost without realizing it, clenches her thighs. He feels the movement and is upon her in a second, roughly pushing her legs apart. Her vulva glistens in the lamp light, wet from her arousal. Yet, he knows she will be wetter still before the night ends.
I know, I know. A post with a title like that has potential to be all sorts of fucked up. This one’s not. Trust me.
I’m not one of those people who needs love in order to be happy. I have been one of those people but I am not now. Being in love makes things better, I admit, but things can be pretty awesome with it.
Yet, when I feel happiness, I feel love. I feel more love for everyone and everything. My friends, my family, my cats, my possessions, Republicans. It’s true. I feel happy and, by default, I feel and give love. I also feel a lot of gratitude. It’s probably the most awesome way to confuse a group of emotions.
It makes me even happier to think there is such love, that it even exists in the world. That I ever felt it. That anyone else does. It’s kind of a positive catch 22, an upward spiral, if you will.
I think this is making me a better person but even more importantly, a better friend and loved one. That makes me happy, too.
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Masturbation Methods
Question for the female bodied folks. When stimulating your clitoris, do you go for direct clitoral stimulation, indirect stimulation (such as through panties/clothes or your labia) or broad stimulation that may include direct stimulation but doesn’t have to?
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No News is Good News
At least when it comes to paps and STD testing. It’s been a few weeks now and I’ve not heard anything back. It’s good to have one less thing to worry about in my life.
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One of those days
Do you ever just have one of those days? I realized I had an opportunity to try out some new toys and lube and start my new erotica book when we lost power but I couldn’t get into the book. I wasn’t thinking and used a shit-ton of tingling lube, which I not only felt strongly but also had a bit of a reaction to. The first vibe I was using turned out to be wonky and my cervix and vagina were super sensitive. I couldn’t squirt at all and my tummy hurt. It was just one clusterfuck of frustration.