A little more about me.
I've been dating someone since early January. He has beautiful clear blue eyes. A wonderful smile that lights up his face. Strong hands. He's slim and taller than me but not over 6 foot (I'm not good at judging height). We have much in common. Similar moral out looks. We like spending time together, cooking, … Continue reading Relationship or not to relationship
It's be a long week of long days and I seem to have lost myself along the way. Both now home, I've showered and thrown on my clean comfort clothes but I can't settle into our evening. I've retreated into silence and restlessness. I should be finding the spot in your arms but I curl … Continue reading Kitchen
It's my turn now. We stand at the end of the bed, already naked and kissing. Soft kisses, deep kisses, tongues and nips of teeth, hints of smiles and sighs. My hands rest on your shoulders and I move you down to sitting on the edge of the bed. Your hands stroke my thighs and … Continue reading My turn
I have written so many drafts but they don't seem to go anyway. I find myself deep in my thoughts but they don't seem to finish, go anywhere... Bear with...I'll get there...
I was wearing a red thong, red peephole bra top and red suspenders. I had a tight black dress over the top, black suspenders and black high heels. As requested. I was ready for him. When I opened the door, H's eyes burned with lust and he powered through the door with long strides, I … Continue reading Friday lunch fuck
To be able to have casual sex, I need to know that you like me. I don't need big gestures or promises. I just need to know that you like me as a person, not just the holes I provide and what I will let you do with me, how accommodating and compliant I can … Continue reading I need to know you like me
I am a touch addict. I like having my hand held, hair stroked, any bit of me stroked if I'm honest. I will nuzzle and wiggle to get myself in a position to have contact with my lover. That absentminded stroke is my favourite, when they are concentrating on something else but you are under … Continue reading Touch
He continues to message me. I continue to not reply. He continues to try and weave a way to manipulate me. I continue to have my emotions pushed and pulled. He continues to weave possible truths with possible lies. I continue to fight the urge to ask why. He continues to be the last man … Continue reading He continues
I'm tired. I'm tired of not meaning anything. Not meaning anything to myself. I'm tired of being alone. Of feeling alone. I'm tired of needing arms to hide in. I'm tired of being fuckable but not loveable. I'm tired of feeling empty. Worthless. Empty. I'm tired of knowing I need to love myself more, at … Continue reading Tired.
To MFF, the man who was more than I expected and then less, You didn't want me. That's the core of it, isn't it MFF? We talked. About our lives. Our hopes, interests, our families. Everything. We had so much in common it made me dizzy. And when we eventually met, the chemistry was electric. … Continue reading Messages I will never send #1