Author. Poetess. Entrepreneur. Podcaster.
Telling the stories only imagined and said in private. Invitation into the minds of many experiences (men and women) who did not believe it too taboo to share.
It was completely dark. The moon in the night sky did nothing in the way of lighting my path. I’d lost track of time while going for daily walk. The thoughts that ran through my mind were tormenting me and I didn’t even mind where I was walking to. My wife would surely wonder where I’d gotten off to, my kids sitting up anxiously in their beds waiting to be tucked in.
Did you hear me when I called you? My Sweet answered me, he gave me pleasures unknown reached heights untold and never gone. I’m back from cloud sixty-nine, dripping like fine wine he wastes not one drop. He sucks me and licks me wetter, nonstop. Even when I touch my She, all I think of is My Sweet. Immediately he sends me, tippy-toed and arched off the bed, my climax reaches my brain from the head My Sweet gives, I’m high off it, I don’t wanna live, I could die in my cum and be satisfied…I just died one thousand times. She throbs like my heartbeat, waiting for My Sweet to sip me. Drink me, swallow me and return for more of my She, My Sweet beckons me to cum hither, whether near or far, this pussy goes wherever My Sweet are!
“It’s almost ready!” She stood on her tip-toes to reach the fan switch above the stove. Her middle finger extended to just nudge it to the left to turn it on. “Shit…bae! Can you help me?”
Quiet As Kept
'What am I going to tell him?' I kept thinking to myself, the very fact that this money was mine and he had not the clue? Sinking into my seat at work, my desk seemed like it was closing in on me. The walls were nonexistent, I mean really, I had a cubicle for walls and even those seemed to be wrapping their way around my neck. That's exactly what he was going to do if I didn't come up with a way to circumvent a conversation with him...telling him I didn't win the money or that he had nothing to do with it. Yea, that's what I'll do, tell him the call was placed by accident - random, like a butt dial.
Give Me Tha ‘D’
I suck on them, tasting a mixture of both you and I. I let my tongue peruse each digit on your extended hand, imagining just what each felt like when they were penetrating me. Slowly, in and out I suck, trying to translate each one as a message to your dick....”you’re next”.
Yesterday, my fun buddy was at work with me, but he'd worked ten days in a row and this was the end of day 10, making him ‘dead tired’. So we didn't meet up fuck like we normally would, but I kinda had sympathy on him. The horniness inside me couldn’t keep her hands to herself, so I sort of took advantage of his sleepy state and unzipped his uniform pants.
Thinking back to when, fucking you would be sin, I did it anyway. Feeling like maybe it was okay, taking a little time out for me, so you and I could play.
She said… He seems nice. Like nice but I need him bad. Bad enough to do nasty things to me and then make me sad…that he’s done for the moment, not completely finished with me. A short little intermission from the deep recesses of this pussy.