I am complicated, confusing and misunderstood but I am real. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
To say she loves sex, would be an understatement. It’s not the actual act of penetration that she loves so much but more the feelings and emotions that come from it. She’s a wild child, always has been. A risk taker, a lover of all that is raw in energy yet subtle to the touch. She is a pull my hair and slap my ass kind of girl. The one that loves a soft sexy touch that turns into a wild animalistic romp in the sack. She is an every day kind of girl. The one who gets excited visually and audibly. She is the one who can watch you walk across a room and get wet. She is not a plain Jane when it comes to sex. She loves a good game of cat and mouse. She has an imagination unlike most women. Her life without sex and the energy it brings is unfathomable to her. She is BIG on energy, BIG on foreplay, and BIG on the outcome for her partner.
When I first posted to Vocal, it was after my sons suicide. Due to nasty feedback on other writing platforms, I happened to find my way here. I am so grateful for the opportunity Vocal has given me to express my thoughts here. After that first post it took 4 years before I would write again. My first story was strictly my way of venting all the emotions I had from his death. I then found no reason to write again. Although I have been writing since I was 14, I had no inspiration, no need to express. Until I met this man. A lot of my stories and poems are to him, for him, and about him. He gave me purpose. Softly pushed me to write again and became my #1 fan. So it is here today that I would like to thank him and tell you readers a little about my inspiration.