Anonymity, Detachment, and whole lot of Bucking and Fucking
Did you have one of those nights where you have sex in so many different ways, varieties, flavors, positions, messy messes, bent, twisted, restrained, soaked—that it just seems unreal, like a true living work of fiction? You dropped me an email trying to sway me to come over. I tell you that I am at [...]
chase
I got a text message yesterday from the man in this particular tale of tail, which was temporarily lost in my technological fuck-ups. I am not even sure when this was first posted, not too long ago, before Halloween, but after summer. He was seeking a little recount of our story, maybe to go along [...]
the fight
When you make me cum that way, I fight it. You tell me to let it go, but I keep fighting. I don’t like coming that way. It makes me too vulnerable, so I hold it in. It’s not yours, it’s not even mine. I have this notion I am saving it for someone, for [...]
Treasure Chest
Yesterday I received some feedback that I, and other female sex word spillers, do not discuss our tits enough, it’s always just pussy pussy pussy. So I thought I would re-post this one from 5/28/09. But first… Why do we not speak on our breast so often? Is it because of the duality of breasts, [...]
my days
My days can be varied at the library. Hectic always, life altering once in awhile and life threatening some of the time. I have had patrons take a swing at me, drool on me, spit on me, bleed on me, ass grab, curse and verbally abuse me from every which way to next week. It [...]
unspoken request fulfilled
I requested, well I requested in the written word –a supplication for cum. I mentally requested and answered with an eager nod when he asked me… “do you want me to cum all over your slutty little face?” Having his cock in my mouth and my pussy all morning made me feel right, I was [...]
explication from 1721
His cock is uncut. The skin being pushed down around his, shiny constantly lubricated by his own pre-cum, head by my lips. I love the taste of his sweet saltiness, his cock produced more streams of pre-fluid than any man I’d been with before, pre-cum as a lubricant. I made his cock so hard, rock [...]
a supplication for cum
This week I have been consumed with thoughts of cock worship. I have not had a sweet stick pass these lips in much too long, so it has me rather in an obsessed state. So much so that after my hours at the reference desk, attending to all those cute city boys, the long tall [...]
pay day
Last week I did something I am still trying to analyze. At the core of it, I am fine with my actions and even intrigued by capitalist nature of it all. Yes–capitalist. I had an offer from a little cum tasting wanna be. For a $100 I sent him emails full of humiliation, degradation and [...]
words
I have watched you, the way you stroke your cock. Not like those others, who’s wrist and hand moves like a desperate piston, but smooth, gentle even–one finger up the back of your shaft, drawing the cum out, coaxing a spurt of milky white release. My mind wandering between your legs–what do you taste like? [...]
