The orange juice leaked from the bottom of my hand as I covered my mouth. I nearly dropped the glass in shock of her question. I wasn't surprised by her question, I think any caring parent who hears their only son say "thoughts of you in ecstasy passing through my mind” would be curious as well. I didn't expect her to ask me that while I had pancakes in front me. Her eyes pierced me and my dad looked like he had her follow up. I didn't know if I was about to get jumped or if they were asking me questions.
I've always been one for adventure and to try everything once because you never know if you'll like it or not. Well, the human being that came into my life 3 months ago was someone I wanted to try over and over again. Most know of the terms Dominant and Submissive but if you haven't then I shall explain.
I have been engaged for nine months. My fiance does what most men won’t do. He cooks,cleans, works, spoils me with whatever I want. I should be happy right? WRONG!!!! The one thing he doesn’t do is pleasure me in bed. I know why I accept his proposal? The reason why is before we got engaged we had sex like no tomorrow. Anytime I wanted it I got it. But now for the past few months the sex has stopped. Now I feel like I’m living with a roommate. It’s like after he proposed to me the spark in our relationship went out. I’m confused on what happened to the spark. He’s not packing like the men I usually mess with but that’s not why I’m with him. He knows how to use his package. I asked him if there was something that we’re missing, is it something wrong with me. He claims there’s nothing wrong and brush me off. So here I am sexually frustrated and wondering how come my man is not giving me the dick. I asked for advice through my best friends and of course as us women do we bump to conclusions. HE’S CHEATING!!! I know for sure he’s not cheating because he wants to be up under me all the time. But as time goes by I get more and more distant towards him. He just acts like nothing is wrong in our relationship. A woman shouldn’t have to beg her man for love, affection, attention, and most importantly SEX!!! I tried wearing different kinds of lingerie and it worked two times. I remember putting on my sexy black lingerie that he likes so much. When I tried to spark the moment he fucked it up by laughing at me. So I got up and walked away and cried myself to sleep. He promised me that he will spend more quality time with me. But of course he never came through. I wouldn’t be writing this if he did. Here we are in the present and I met a new guy. He’s ten years older than me but I love older guys. We talked and I felt a vibe from him that I haven’t felt before. We talked our past relationships and even how our sex drives are high. The only thing I didn’t tell him is that I’m engaged. We hung out together and I had a blast. One morning he texted me and told me he was hungry. He wasn’t hungry for food. I hesitated at first because I was afraid of what would happen if I do this. But I thought to myself that I’m tired of giving my all but never get anything in return. Not saying the new guy is any better, I just met him. But what I can say about him is that he’s a man of his word. Anything I ask from him I get don’t matter what it is. I told him to come over and show me what he got. He told me to give him ten minutes, ten minutes later he was at my door. We sat on my couch and he took his glasses off and pulled my body towards his mouth. He ate my pussy so good I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to stay but he was on the clock and he had to get back to work. But he ended up giving me the dick. As he inserted his 12-inch dick inside me I felt every inch. It felt so good and made me come so quick before he made another stroke. He grabs my neck and tells me to come on daddy dick. That’s a huge turn on and of course I did as daddy said. He busted his nut and we cleaned up and he left to go back to work. I gave him a hug but before I could give him a kiss goodbye he had to hurry. I know what I did was wrong. But it was bound to happen. When you tell your significant other how you feel and what’s missing and they don’t listen. What he won’t do, somebody else will. After that session I was hooked. I’m not going to lie that dick felt so good. He ate my pussy better than my fiance ever did. Do I feel bad? Yes I do but why should I if he won’t listen to me. Will I do this again? MAYBE!!! Hope you like this read.
I think it's safe to say that what you are about to read is complete and utter bullshit...
I got bored with Tinder, so I deleted it. About a week later, I got bored again and reinstalled it.
Communication – the heart of our relationships. Without it, it’s like pizza without pizza dough – baseless. When something is this fundamental, you’d think it’d be easy – but it’s not.
The full moons silvery light reflects off of the fresh snow, making the world outside glow in an almost eerie beauty. Ice crystals dance across the window like tiny fury trees. Glittery silver dust dances on the breeze as it makes its way to settle on the ground.
Tired, a bit low and feeling just blurggh! Going to bed with a cuppa was definitely the best plan of the day.
My phone gently hummed on the bedside table, a message popped up.
Dear 2020, you have ruined my sex life and I had PLANS for this year to improve it. I hate you. Sincerely, a lot of people this year.
I saw him when I was already sitting at my table. I was too embarrassed to get up and tell the bartender that I’d switch places, especially as the bar was pretty full, with everyone bustling about, what with it being the only place close to the station that was still serving food at this hour. Besides, what if he saw me doing that? It’s always awkward when you’re dining alone and you see the person who you’ve always wanted to dine with. Chris was exactly that person.
Evening crept up on me rather quickly. I had been too busy with my daily chores, like washing dishes and doing the laundry, to notice the time. I hadn't even started dinner yet. Fridays were always super busy because that's when I deep clean the house. Seth, my boyfriend, got home from work just as I was stepping into the shower. I realized it was about 6:30 PM when he called out to me.
A wild and windy Sunday afternoon, the gulls are blown around in the air, bobbing and weaving in the golden light, the rain coming in fitful showers, not hard but accompanied by a wind stronger that a breeze and enough to be thankful of the jacket he wears.
It was 2 am, the night was hot. So humid that it was hard to breathe. She sat on the bed anticipating his arrival, knowing that they would finally share alone time together, only heightened her anxiety. She waits for him on an almost nightly basis but their schedules just plain clash. She wonders if he wants her the same way she wants him. He doesn't say much, which causes her to wonder a lot. It had been so long since they were any kind of intimate. What if one day, he just changes his mind and doesn't find her attractive anymore? What if he loses interest? Then he arrives.