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No Use
Posted:Jul 12, 2020 9:21 am
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2020 1:10 am
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I invited him over. I had the room for or four more hours, and I was hurt and sad so when he messaged me, I seized the opportunity. He told me to be naked when he got there. I was already naked, so I threw the comforter across part of my body and lay there, casually playing with my phone. He strode through the door, walked to the bed, pulled the blanket away from my body, and spanked me unceremoniously. It reminded me of how I spanked you, only his hand was bigger and made a much greater impact than I made on your tight little backside. He told me to roll over, and I did as I was told. His mouth immediately came down on my hardened nipples. His body hovered over mine. He squeezed and groped, sometimes just shy of viciously. I wished you were here. I missed you in those moments, your mouth, the sounds you made as you worshipped my body. He ordered me to spread my legs. He already knew I’d be wet. Nipple play always gets me excited. He put his face near my pussy but he only used his hands. My body responded dutifully. My heart ached for you. He was already hard, but he had me suck him for a moment or . And then he placed a condom on his cock and had get back on my belly, my hips in the air. I teared up when he entered . Where were you, I wondered. Why had you left alone in that room? Why hadn’t you returned? Oh, the sex was fun, and he was really good talk throughout, pointing out how wet I was, how tight I was, twisting and contorting for maximum pleasure and long pauses that kept him from cumming too soon. It bolstered my self esteem, suddenly wavering after your apparent rejection of . And all the while, I told myself I was entitled. I am every bit as free as you are. And if you had only stayed, it would have been your cock in . I wish you had stayed. Afterwards, he and I lay there and talked for a while. I longed for you message me. You didn’t. You still haven’t. Will you ever? Where did you go? When he left, I lay there in the bed for a little while longer, pondering whether allowing him come had dulled the ache caused by your seeming abandonment. Oh, it made me feel slutty and desirable and justified, but it didn’t make me miss you any less. I wished you were here. Have I mentioned that already? Will you ever return ? Will it ever be and you in a bed together again? Or will I have to continue to seek replacements that feel good but leave me wanting you all the more?
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Checkout time
Posted:Jul 10, 2020 4:54 am
Last Updated:Jul 12, 2020 8:48 am
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I can’t leave the fucking room
For fear I am standing in the last place for the last time I will ever see you
I can’t bring myself go.
I look around again
As I search the room for anything of yours
A soda can
Your razor
The smell of your deodorant lingers in the air
It fills my senses
My eyes fill with tears
And you’re gone
And I’m left here pack it
and say goodbye
as housekeeping walks the halls
announcing the hour
Checkout time
But we had another hour
I requested it the night before when I was filled with hope of your presence
Of our glorious
And now I need the time say goodbye you
Goodbye the belief that there was something more us than a few days in a hotel
But I was wrong again
And now I’ve got leave the room
But I can’t bring myself go
I’m taking my hour
My late check out
That was supposed guarantee more time with you
Only you left me alone
Long before check out time
And I’m here still saying goodbye you.
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It’s mine now
Posted:Jul 6, 2020 7:50 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2020 2:44 pm
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It’s mine now
He lay his stomach; his beautiful backside in need of attention. I alternated rubbing and spanking him. I laughed as I noticed the right cheek flinch as my hand came down upon the left. Finally, I kneeled behind him and bit him. And then my tongue found it’s way to his crack and I drew it from the closest part of his back down past his anus and down to his sack. I repeated this action several times. Finally, I allowed my tongue to linger at his anus and then I swirled my tongue round and round and then ventured to dip my tongue into him. I was coaxed by moans of pleasure. I decided to allow my lips to enter the fray, pursing them together, gathering skin and sucking the area my tongue had explored. I used one hand to separate his cheeks, as the other stroked his cock. I could feel him straining against me as I gripped him. My mouth had created so much wetness in the area around his anus that I decided to try a finger. There was mild resistance, but I worked my way in, gently probing and then gradually manipulating my finger with more force and intensity. After a while I wanted more of his cock. Keeping my finger in place I wriggled my way beneath him, lay under his pelvis, and drew him into my mouth. I went slowly at first, getting him wet with my tongue and then taking more of him into me. I was relaxed and wanting and my gag reflexes eased. I felt him as the head of his cock touched the soft area at the back of my throat. He felt it too, and he shivered and made noises of appreciation. I heard him tell me to ease up. He was going to cum if I didn’t quit. I tilted my head up toward his gorgeous face and asked innocently what was wrong with cumming. Nothing, he had said. He just wasn’t wanting to get off so quickly. But I owned him now, and I wanted to make him know it. I wrapped my lips around him and began sucking harder. My finger still working itself in and out of his tight little asshole. He tried to free himself, but it was no use. Finally, I heard his moans deepen, his body spasmed as his hips began to move uncontrollably. His cock dove more forcefully into my mouth. I tasted his semen and swallowed his load. My finger remained in his hole until after his body stopped writhing. I was well pleased with my performance tonight. I was even more pleased with his response. He spoke in mumbles for a few minutes and the smile and look of peace was evident upon his face. When he could finally speak coherently, he reported seeing stars. In truth, he hasn’t seen anything yet.
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Damn, Damn, Damn!
Posted:Jul 5, 2020 1:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 8, 2020 10:45 am
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I feel this intense sadness
mixed with an urgency do something
I need escape you
Outrun you
Outlast you
Flee from you
Capture you
It’s this crazy combination of anguish and despair
and longing and desire
I have avoid it
I have run headlong into it
I want you
I hate you
I need you
I don’t know you
At
And yet you consume my thoughts
My daydreams, my fantasies
My nightmares revolve around you
I’m filled with notions of what you can offer me
And that I stand lose for the love of you
And I can’t do anything but run from you and hope one day I will walk right into your arms.
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Trying to find peace
Posted:Jul 4, 2020 2:39 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2020 1:10 am
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I could throw myself at you. I could possibly even find you in a desirous or vulnerable state and have you to agree to fuck me again even if it is against your better judgment. I could create a few more memories for me to bask in and then be saddened by once the after glow fades. I’m sure you would even enjoy it, too. It wouldn’t merely be my desires being satisfied. Your commands would be my every wish. But I’m not going to throw myself at you only to land in this spot again. I know what it feels like to have you, and I know what it feels like when you’ve been fulfilled and then walk away. I still haven’t healed from the pain of your last departure. Still, I can’t blame you. I understood what this was when I met you. You met me while you were trying to find yourself, and it wouldn’t be fair of me to be a barrier in your search. Instead, I need to expand my horizons and do my own exploring, and maybe we will meet at common ground one day. And maybe desire and friendship and any other emotion that exists or lingers between us from the past or grows in the present will have a chance at existing in the future, but in the meantime, I know I have got to be at peace with letting you go and letting you find me on your own.
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Sexier than you think.
Posted:Jul 1, 2020 3:00 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2020 4:38 pm
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Several times recently, I’ve been told I’m sexier than I think. Of course, I’ve been told this as he was walking or driving away or as we determined we would likely never meet, as though it were some consolation prize. I don’t want you, but you are sexy. Ok. Thanks. I feel better now. Truthfully, I’ve never seen myself as sexy. I’m too short for my weight. My legs aren’t long. The list goes on. But then I looked up the word in the dictionary and truly read what was listed. Funny, the definition didn’t really mention any physical attributes. It merely says “sexually interesting or exciting; radiating sexuality.” Ok, so maybe that is me. My eyes and smile radiate something continuously. I’m bubbly, expressive, flirtatious, giggly, and smiling all the time, sometimes in spite of how I feel. I am one giant erogenous zone, and I’m interested in almost all things sexual, which might indicate sexual excitement. I suppose my kind of sexy isn’t the one that you can see from a mile away, but the kind you have to be close up to recognize. Good or bad, I don’t know. But maybe it’s the kind that lingers, too, long after other things have faded. And I don’t know anyone who would ever complain about that.
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Ninja love
Posted:Jun 29, 2020 3:59 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2020 9:23 am
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I met someone nearly two weeks ago. From the moment we met, I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to talk to him, to touch him, to kiss him, to feel him next to me and inside of me. I couldn’t wait for the opportunity, and when it arrived, I let loose with him. I allowed him to touch every part of me. I put my mouth in places I’ve never put it before. There just seemed to be this overwhelming chemistry. I haven’t wanted to touch and kiss someone so much in a long time. And less than a week later, I met him for even more. I was decidedly smitten with him. It wasn’t just the sex, you see. I mean, I haven’t giggled so much with anyone in so long I can’t remember whom it might have been. I had to remind myself we were still strangers, no matter how close we seemed to be. I had to tell myself that we were just having sex. It was just fun, and there was nothing to attach myself to beyond his penis. Still, I wanted more. Still, I want more. I wasn’t planning a future, but I was definitely looking forward to a continuing present.
And yet, he seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth. He’s completely missing in action. At first, I felt like maybe he was ghosting me, but I’ve realized he’s nowhere to be found, and he would have no reason to ghost me anyway. I am not a threat to him. I’m not going to harm him, and while I want more from him, I’m not the type to give chase. I’m here. I will be here, and I would like to spend more time with him, but I leave that up to him.

So, this leads me to today. What if I never laugh the way he made me laugh? What if I never want to kiss someone so much? What if I never allow someone to get so close to me? How do I move forward and away from someone who doesn’t want me as much as I want him? And what if he’s not merely MIA? What if something terrible happened to him, and I never discover the truth but continue to see him in the faces of everyone I meet? The cynics say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. And maybe it works, but then again, maybe it’s just a bandaid. I spent the evening with someone tonight, who also has the ability to make me laugh. There was enough chemistry to allow myself to play with him. It was fun. It was a diversion. It was proof that life goes on...it was also a reinforcement that I want more from the man whose smile lights up my entire world. And I know that without him, I will be just fine, but I will never be quite the same again.
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Duality
Posted:Jun 29, 2020 3:12 am
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2020 5:40 pm
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Duality
I’ve wanted write about you, relive my time with you, from the thrill I felt during our first meeting and conversation down the hours and even days spent with you. But I’ve not had the emotional strength do it. I don’t want forget a moment with you; I can’t forget, yet I know it would be easier forget. It would be so much easier let it go. The sound of your voice in my ear. The way you touched the very first time. The way that you pulled me in for a kiss and said you should have done it sooner. There is an abundance of stupid little things that make me smile and still somehow feel foolish for remembering and caring. But maybe it’s just the writer in me who remembers it . It’s the writer feeling the pain of your absence now that you’re gone. The sexual predator in is too strong for that kind of nonsense and gut wrenching pain. She knows what fucking is and goes after it without a moment’s hesitation and without looking back when it’s over, so it must be the writer in me trapped by emotions that need expression. It’s the writer who wants to tell about the way you laughed when you caught by surprise. It’s the writer in that wants recount what you looked like when you taught something new. It’s the writer that wants talk about your smile. It’s the poetess inside who wants describe your beautiful face and body and your laughter and your lips when you kissed . The writer wants tell about how it felt when you entered . How it both excited and thrilled . I was starting believe you didn’t want . And then when it finally happened, I wanted more. It’s the writer that wants convey what it felt like when you called a good girl or how it felt when you manhandled .
The predator has already moved different conquests. She takes the cocks she wants. She shares her body like its detached from her soul, but the writer feels it . The longing, the desire, the need, the sadness that comes from your leaving without a goodbye, and I long keep it with forever cherish and relive for it’s passion and glory and even the pain. It’s only the predator in who believes there’s shame in that kind of blissful joy and sorrow.
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When you go down on me.
Posted:Jun 21, 2020 12:01 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2020 10:52 am
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I love the sounds you make when you go down . I am never in any hurry. You can linger for a while and show and tell your appreciation for my pussy. I could grind my pussy against your pretty face, but I’d rather let you take it slow. I want hear the sound of your lips as you kiss my inner thighs. I want hear you suck my clit. I want feel you as your tongue gently parts my lips. I want to feel the surprises you have in store for . I want hear the sound of your amusement when you do something that makes me gasp. Yes, I will surely reach that moment when I’m writhing the bed and want feel your beard, drenched with my wetness and rough against my sensitive skin, but don’t rush . Let enjoy the sensations of you playing.
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Just fun
Posted:Jun 21, 2020 7:57 am
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2020 9:54 am
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I remind myself we’re just having fun
Just crazy playing with fire
Sharing some laughter
Touching each other
Making one another feel good for a while
Forgetting the world exists outside this room
But it’s just fun we’re having
All the kisses and fondling and groping and tasting and filling of those empty voids is all just a good time
You’re here with me today
And in some other room tomorrow
With someone else who looks nothing like me
Or maybe it’s me in that room
With someone else
Because it’s just fun we’re having
Just fun
And then you smile at me
And do any one of those little endearing things you do
And while it’s still fun, it also pierces my soul
And I think to myself that I’d like to hang on for a while
And let it be a bit more than just for fun.
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I just want to claim you
Posted:Jun 20, 2020 6:37 pm
Last Updated:Jun 21, 2020 4:43 pm
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You make my pussy feel so good
And I just want claim you
call you mine
keep you myself
And not have share you with the world
A secret known only
But I know I’m on borrowed time
Secrets this good are never safe long
You will make others feel this way
With your cock that fills me so well
And leaves me begging for more
With your magical tongue
That pretty little face
Those lips that set me on fire
And steal my soul
I want to claim you
Yes, oh, yes I do.
But I can’t
You’re free to live the life of your choice
I can only hope you choose me ...if only once in a while.
To come here and make my pussy feel so good
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Here’s your chance
Posted:Jun 18, 2020 10:54 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2020 8:02 pm
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Can you make forget?
Can you make forget how lonely I am?
How I miss his kisses and echoing laughter?
Can you make forget how I longed hold him
And how once I had him, it wasn’t enough?
Can you make forget the longing
The desire?
The need?
He’s a tough act to follow
And you can’t
So I wouldn’t even try
All you can do is fill a void
Make suffer with a want for your own abilities
Make ache with a need for your offerings
And leave with a sea of confusion that builds and comes and grows from my own desires,
always increased and never quenched.
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Oh, Those Moments
Posted:Jun 16, 2020 1:08 am
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2020 12:45 pm
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I often write about my exploits. If it’s fun or sexy or sweet or awe inspiring, I will tell the tale to relive it over and over again. But sometimes the ones that mean the most to me are the ones I can never seem to share. They may be the moments that rock my body or touch my soul, or maybe it’s the mixture of both elements together that affects me so deeply. Maybe it’s even the fear that if I share it and let it go it will never return to me again. And I just can’t bear to let it go. Maybe it just takes longer to process these moments, and I will share them in their own time and at the right moment, but until then I tuck it away. I know I’ve experienced one of those moments recently, and I’m protecting it with every fiber of my being, lest it’s happened once and will never happen again.
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