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    May 2021
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Perfect timing

Have you ever had one of those days were your timing seems to be perfect

Were you had nothing planned and things happened anyway


Going behind the closed door

Being close to my love

Fingers through his hair

His hands on my clothes

Lips touching

Tongues flicking

The music, again, it comes back to the music

Move to the rhythm

Feel the kiss become stronger

Welcome his tongue in deeper

Grab and pull each other closer

That look in his eyes

The crocked grin on my face

Slinking out of his reach

Back to that closed door

Quietly turning the lock

Strutting back with my grin reaching my eyes

He sits there watching me

On my knees I go

Pulling his shirt up

A button is in my way

A zipper blocks me

So much material

My tongue has missed him

My hand pulls the elastic from his shorts

I need his cock where I can see every inch

Tongue slipping across the tip

Flicking slowly to the music

In my mouth he goes



Bobbing my head to the sounds

His moan

The music

No hurry to make him cum

I have missed him inside of me

I hear him speaking

I can’t understand the words

I hear the urgency in his voice

I understand

He cums for me

I swallow him down

Lapping up the last drops

His cock twitching as the orgasm fades

Looking up at him

Looking down at me

The phone starts to ring as his breathing steadies


Perfect timing 

Red for lust #NewBra #WankWednessday

Red is often thought of as passion and lust

Inspiring lovers to think and feel so much more due to how the mind is wired to behave when it sees that color… when the mind is triggered

My mind is no exception and on pale skin, I know the red will show nicely as such an extreme contrast and the freckles will add a touch of innocence…

Only a touch

When shopping for a bra, I am very limited and disappointed by so many factors

If I had a smaller chest I could get away with the fun colors and patterns and different styles

My breasts measure 38E or F depending on which breast you measure

In France the number is 100 or 105 depending on the maker

Sadly there are few stores which carry anything higher than a DD, some don’t even go higher than a C and the prices are always extremely high

If I want to pay 30 or more for a bra, it damn well better fit me right, offer support, look good, feel better and flatter my figure

Instead, for women with larger breasts, the cut of the bra often hides much of the breast in the name of support or offer only the shy and maternal bras…

While I have had 3 children and am very much maternal…

I like the MILF label instead of the shy housewife that might as well wear a sack of potatoes

I want to look good

I want to excite

My breasts will never be perky, they have never been perky and I don’t really care

I love my breasts and I enjoy showing them to others

I do admit I am an equal opportunity lover and enjoy breasts of all sizes on women, small can be so much fun to play with and since I don’t have a cock to slide between the larger ones… all that matters is how the person feels in their skin

I love my body, its mine, it’s not perfect and I am fine with that


Another night in an empty bed

note: just wistfully thinking of my Major, tormenting myself with what i know i cant have, it isnt that i am obsessed but more that i really am a hopeless romantic 

i wish your arms were wrapped around me
that your kiss had been left softly down my skin

i wish it was your breath blowing across my neck
your words whispered with care across my cheek

i wish it was your fingers entwined in mine
keeping me that much closer to you

i wish it was your chest i rest against
your heart beating hard on my naked back

i wish it was your warmth that soothed my body
your love that warmed my soul

i wish it was you tonight
instead of this pillow that i hold

Empty bed

written one month ago

note: read this one on stage at the Erotic Meet (eroticmeet.net) Soho Social, i was so nervous, will blog about that later lol

It’s just a bed.

Wooden frame holding in place a firm mattress, pillows and the covers left in a tangle from last night’s dreaming.

The sheets are cold, the mattress doesn’t have the imprint of your form and no where can I find your scent.

Slowly, climbing into the bed, I savor the sweet twinge of pain that my bed has never known you…

Fluffing up the pillows, smoothing out the sheets and I pull them slowly over my naked body.

Enjoying the harshness of the cold as it slides over my skin, holding in the tears, knowing it is another night alone.

Once again the sun has set, darkness has come to greet me and laying there even the sandman avoids my eyes.

Getting up to put some music on, I realize how cold the air around me is, shivering I return to my spot in the bed.

Music, my only company, I climb back into bed and wrap the covers up to my chin, searching for any warmth but knowing you have never left any.

Dragging pillows from every corner of the bed and making a nest around me, trying to fool myself into feeling you next to me.

The music washes over me, caressing my mind in ways I wish your voice would seduce my ears.

Slowly the bed warms from the heat of my body, with you here I know it would warm all the faster.

Thinking of the many ways we could heat the bed, I feel a spark of passion and wetness steals over me.

Last night I thought of you…

What it would be like in your strong arms, my head on your chest, running my fingers along your shoulder and down your arm as I hold you.

Last night I thought of how you would wake in the morning and kiss me tenderly, running your large hands over my face and teasing away the sleep from my body.

Last night I thought of you slowly, nervously testing my body, unsure of what you are allowed to do with me.

Last night I thought of taking your hands in mine and teaching you my body, how to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples in such a way that I arch my back and whimper for more.

Thinking of guiding your hands over my thighs, cupping my ass and pulling my body closer to you and feeling you getting excited with every touch…

Wanting to half climb over you and run my tongue along your lips, my hand on your face and watching you as you hold still for me.

Watching you waiting to know what to do, what will come next, not sure to take control and if so will I let you keep it…

Sliding my tongue into your mouth and kissing you tenderly, slowly, teasing and closing my eyes.

Drifting off to sleep, the music playing and the feel of the pillow I hold, as I dream of you.

The night rolls on, like the tears that roll down my cheeks, knowing I will never have you…

I want…

note: this was written about The Major, he has been and will always be one of my muses. Today (12/30/13) I recorded this to audio, I hope you enjoy 


I want you to love me

I want you to need me

I want you to like me for all that I am and not try to change me

I want you to heal me, take away the tears that spring up when I think of my past

I want you to take away the fear I have of not being good enough

I want you to touch me inside and out

I want you to whisper my name when you sleep and I am not there

I want to be able to ask you to give me the attention I need, the kisses, the touches

Instead I am still too shy to tell you want I want, to ask for what I need, I feel too lost

Instead I have gone so long neglected and repressed, leaving me too damaged to fight
for what I want

Do you have what it takes to drag me out to sea and teach me to play in the water…


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