"Who are you?" He asked me amid the sport, and I looked down into his eyes from straddling his lap. We had already been in his bed for several minutes, and been introduced not many more of them before...his question was curious, What does he mean?His eyes were deep and held caution, licking the words right from my tongue, swallowing them whole. His lean but muscular body flexed beneath mine, fighting against the desire to devour, sweat lying shamelessly on his naked, woolly breast. His steady grip around my small biceps, as if firmly holding me away from falling down a rabbit hole.
I have had a very long and stressful week when I had a conversation with a dear friend of mine. We hadn't talked in a few weeks, however, we spoken as though it's been only hours since we had utter the words, "Hi."
He pushed me against the wall; my shirt lifted so high that it was practically off. His mouth was around my nipple, sucking. The bouncer came over to us, and instead of kicking us out, he pulled out his long cock and began to wank it. This was a dream that a friend (yep friend, don't give me that look) asked me to analyze for them. Even though they were in a bar, apparently nipple sucking was more important than alcohol, which makes no sense to me. There's a time and place for the nipple sucking, but being at the bar is not that time. More important things are happening, like tequila shots. Still, I was intrigued, so I started looking into it and found that sex dreams are a very unique experience all of their own.
I waited until I was 29 to have sex.
Hi, My name is Tess, and I am a pornography addict.
I was out drinking with my roommates by the riverside. We all came from different countries and at the time had lived together for half a year or so in a small apartment. That's how I liked to live in the big cities, a nice little foreign family. There was Filip from Canada, my best mate, Tom and Alesa from Italy, who won't really be in the story, and of course the guy with the cuts in his face: Daryl. He was one of those people you can tell great stories about at parties, but secretly you're happy they’re not in your life anymore. He grew up in the bad part of a bad city, in the worst times you could grow up in this little country, which will remain unnamed.
'They' state the brain is the most erogenous zone of the body.
We've all had to sit through "The Talk" at one point or another. Either your parents pull you aside, draw you pictures, and give you a detailed explanation about why your leg might be cramping, or you had to watch that overly-blunt video in your primary school class at the age of 10. Bottom line is, sex has come up in discussion for us since we first learned why boys and girls are born different biologically and what all those "weird gross parts" are for.
From the moment that my first book published to present day, the sweetest words that I get to hear when I'm approached by strangers are, "I've read/checked out your work and I absolutely love it! Keep it up!" Whether they're talking about my writing or their libido, I get a real kick out of knowing that I'm doing a great job and people genuinely enjoy what I do. That being said, let's get into my next blog which literally came out of a discussion with my best friend Valencia. Although I will take credit for setting up the scene aka building the house, I do have to give her credit for laying down the foundation so walk with me, take a look around, the queens collaborated so kiss the crowns!
Imagine it. It's late at night. You're curled up in your significant other's arms. Things turn from innocent to steamy. From steamy to hot and heavy. And then it turns to....what? Do you......have sex? F*ck? Bang?
It all started on a Tuesday, so I spent the weekend in the ER and they confiscated my meds, causing me to stop them abruptly. By disrupting my scheduled times, consequently, they threw me into mania.
In the spirit of being a bit contrarian in today's permissive and hyper-liberal sexual environment, I want to remind people of the value of love in the sexual arena.