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And The Hills Are Alive
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All Or Nothing
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The Scriptwriter
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Needy Little Holes
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I Want Your Soregasm
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When I First…Entered You
Staring into your beautiful eyes as I entered you, something happened to me that had never happened before. Something that in all my years, felt akin to losing my virginity. Something greater though. I was whole, for the very first time in my life. I was one with you, in a way we longed for…
You Are The Paper
All of sudden, words drop out of me like thundering rain from a dark cloud in the middle of a Midwest spring storm. I am merely existing naturally now, dropping ungodly amounts of passion, all because of the slightest presence of you. I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why and I don’t…
Just Ask
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Feel Me, When You Walk
A week passes and I know that you ache for me on an indescribable level. You ache, in every sense of the word.
Your body – still feeling the residuals of my presence.
With each stride, and with each time you lift your leg and move about, you remember what I did to you and it sends you into a memory of me. You hurt a little less each day and you wish so bad that you hurt a little more. The feeling now leaving you every time you wake into a new day, and each new day starting now signifies distance from the moment I left your body. Distance from when I was inside you – a thought you cannot bear thinking.
With My Words
With my words, I captured your innocence, pulling you closer and closer to me with each letter I wrote. With each syllable that I spoke. I didn’t do anything spectacular. I just said what was in my heart, but every time I looked there, what I found was always you. My orange sky. I don’t have…
Bend Over, Kitten
I am boiling inside as I write this. I have no reason for it. I am just glad I am. Right now, I need you “face down”, wondering if I am 20 feet from you or 2 feet behind you, as I quietly move closer and closer and closer. Inching my way across the carpet, black…
The Power I Gain
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Follower Submitted Writing: Daydreaming
Daydreaming
I like to imagine you, at your desk trying to work and being hard for me.
That as you are pounding away on your keyboard, an image of me laying out spread open in front of you crosses your mind, and for you to imagine pounding into me, until I am left breathless with little strobes of pleasure flowing between my legs, reminding you that you own my very soul.
You think of the noises I will make. Would I scratch your back as you fill me with your manhood? Will I whisper in your ear ‘harder’ or would I demand it as I ground my hips against you, like a starved kitten being denied her milk? What surprises lay hidden on my body, impatient for the hunter inside you to discover them? Your mind floating away with the possibilities…
Abracadabra: Now Touch
It’s been far too long Miss Touchy since I tricked you with my sleight of hand.Like Copperfield and Houdini, pretty soon as the words cascade across your mind, I will make you look one direction while I am doing something else. It is all part of my sinister plan to pull you in, engage you, make you clutch your heart, then your netherworld, as you begin to realize that man with the words somehow just made you dripping wet. I intend to build you up with anticipation and make you wait for the inevitable sexy ending, all to find out in the aftermath that I was toying with you all along.So you may want to ease back in your seat for this one little lady — I have one motivation and only one motivation right now.I want to make you cum.Hard.The orgasm that currently resides inside your feminine body has my name written all over it and I’m going rip it from your soul like I am starting a lawnmower. You see, my ego is a dangerous force to be reckoned with at times, and right about now, he is starving for your legs to shake.
When I First…Knew
I recall writing the first round of “When I First…” posts in September.Back then, like now I suppose, I was dipping my brush into my own blood, painting my fine art with catharsis as my canvas. I swept the words left to right, vibrant colors of nostalgia and longing, all for the moments of when I First…Well, I guess when I first, “Firsted” You.
Audio – Tiny Dancer
Everything but the Ropes
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Scars
I have a question that may make you uncomfortable and I apologize in advance for it but I’d really like to get an answer from an experienced Dom. From age 14 to 17, I was ‘trafficked’ by a person in my family. He sold me to people that paid him lots of money, I’ll save…
thank you! (from WordPress)
Since you’re having a “shitfuck-asshole-dry-buttsex of a day,” it seemed like a good time to say— your writing is more than just something to get off to; it’s a constant reminder to own my own desire and to give myself permission to feel good. A lot of my socialization as a white woman with a…