bedside manner
In the chair by the side of your bed– hovering like and angel over your damaged body, I do the only thing I know how, the thing I do the best. Lifting you in my hands, massaging your balls– feeling the mass fill my hands. Kneading and stroking you to hard- like a nurse, or [...]
I was thinking….
As I drove into work this morning I was thinking about how much I was in need of serious deep massage. Everything is tensed up, crunchy and pained. That life stress is heavy this week. Unfortunately massages are not in part-time librarians budget. I took a deep breath and began thinking about the amazing massage [...]
perfectly fuckable
I thought about you again, yes again. You did know I thought about you in the shower the other morning. You made me late for work ya know. But last night, it was late. Too late. I had been writing library stuff– expounding upon the virtues of collection development. For the past hour, though, I [...]
get on the bus
My cock dry spell has finally been broken! Cue in angels singing and sun shards filtering down through my cum filled locks of hair. My dry spell, I realized (or maybe not such a big realization), was stemming from sadness and fear– but mostly fear. The older I get the harder it is to get [...]
blue in green
It’s Miles Davis’s birthday today. Happy birthday. Much of my musical influence came from my Grandfather, we called him Pops. There was always music playing in my grandparents house. He loved jazz. Growing up he consistently took me to two places the dog track and Malt Shop Records — a jazz only record store in [...]
protagonist cunt
Hunger of the cunt and mind leave me entwined visions leap from the page tripped into illusion today–of my fucked mouth hands into the ocean between my thighs sitting tense on the edge of our words jump the gun–tangled hands incandescently blaze the way five hundred miles either direction north or south find the way [...]
down time
Perhaps it is something about age, wisdom, a lifetime of sexuality finally in fruition–or perhaps it’s my simple assertiveness, but I am fascinated when I slip into that mode–that mode of “my turn.” My turn, to ride you, to use your cock, to show you how I like to cum. During breaks between fucking, we [...]
moments
Time was in a void as we hibernated at my little witness relocation bungalow. We stayed in a constant state of hard to soft , wet to dry and back again. Feeling your cock grow between my lips, turning you heavy to solid with my mouth became an enjoyable challenge. How many times over the [...]
dessert
Fucked, fed and taken care of makes me a happy giving girl, as does my absolute enthusiasm for cock. All of it together can make for an explosive blow job for both of us. Ever since I can remember I’ve had a love and an innate expertise for loving on dick, for that sweet cock [...]
crying for cum
At one point the need for his cum to fill me up was so great that I begged for it. It is some sort of sick game my body and mind play with each other. The mind knowing I cannot be filled with the potentiality that cum can bring–my body crying out for it literally. [...]
