I fucked for the last time today
and it was fucking good.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Love letter to a future husband
Dear Future Husband,
If you've received this letter than yea! I've decided to marry you which must have been a hard task considering that I'm more poly and less monogamous. Don't hold it against me. I hope that I've told you about who I am. That there are few secrets between us and that you don't think I'm crazy when I say the most obscene things. But if you've gotten this, then I must love you enough to give it to you.
Are we writing down our thoughts and feelings in letters or have we moved on? Does your touch on my skin leave me shaking, shuddering and smiling? The first time that we kissed, I want you to know that I was wet. Your hands are magnetic and like pin, I can't help but crawl my way towards you.
Are our kisses still magical, do they still hold passion? I'll probably have touched myself a million times in my head and when I go to sleep, I'll dream of us kissing as my hand caresses my breast and touches my lips. I'll think of you, biting me, pulling my hair.
Have I fully alerted you to who or what it is that I like? Are we simply vanilla or have we moved into what I've always wanted to do?
Do I still get a high from your touch upon my brown skin? That every time we meet, I'll stammer as I look into your eyes. That I'll want you to grab me in mid sentence and kiss me. That our tongues will make love as I eat you? That my mouth watered at the thought of your skin, metallic salty. That every time we kiss, I'll hold back when I want to act. I want you to grab my hand and push me onto the bed. I'll want you to cuff me to the headboard as I fight, beg and whisper, "Please no." at your insistence. That as we move slowly together through the weeks, I'll have the image of you fucking my brains out, floating in my head?
If you've received this letter than yea! I've decided to marry you which must have been a hard task considering that I'm more poly and less monogamous. Don't hold it against me. I hope that I've told you about who I am. That there are few secrets between us and that you don't think I'm crazy when I say the most obscene things. But if you've gotten this, then I must love you enough to give it to you.
Are we writing down our thoughts and feelings in letters or have we moved on? Does your touch on my skin leave me shaking, shuddering and smiling? The first time that we kissed, I want you to know that I was wet. Your hands are magnetic and like pin, I can't help but crawl my way towards you.
Are our kisses still magical, do they still hold passion? I'll probably have touched myself a million times in my head and when I go to sleep, I'll dream of us kissing as my hand caresses my breast and touches my lips. I'll think of you, biting me, pulling my hair.
Have I fully alerted you to who or what it is that I like? Are we simply vanilla or have we moved into what I've always wanted to do?
Do I still get a high from your touch upon my brown skin? That every time we meet, I'll stammer as I look into your eyes. That I'll want you to grab me in mid sentence and kiss me. That our tongues will make love as I eat you? That my mouth watered at the thought of your skin, metallic salty. That every time we kiss, I'll hold back when I want to act. I want you to grab my hand and push me onto the bed. I'll want you to cuff me to the headboard as I fight, beg and whisper, "Please no." at your insistence. That as we move slowly together through the weeks, I'll have the image of you fucking my brains out, floating in my head?
What this is
This blog will be chock full of sexual fantasies, sexual letters and poems that are in my head.
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