Your eyes are on me and all I can think of is ‘what do they see?’ A fat girl playing dress-up? An unflattering angle capturing an unattractive, unworthy body? Maybe courage? Audacity? Can you feel my fear? Is this bravery? I wouldn’t know, I’ve hidden my body for so long I hardly know it to see it. Continue reading “The risks of vulnerability”
Where and how I need to be … Continue reading “Under your hand”
The wind is picking up, warm and dry from the south and the candy sweet smells of a carnival are carried over the dry fields where the red and yellow tents sprawl. The storm clouds are menacing and dark, dripping with malice and flattening the light, muffling the creaking, lustful moans of the calliope. Continue reading “Lightning Rod v.2”
Votre coeur a compris le mien. Dans la profondeur de la nuit parfumée, j’ai écouté avec une âme ravissante votre voix bien-aimée. Votre coeur a compris le mien. Continue reading “In the depth of the fragrant night”
Four of your fingers are in my mouth, deep, holding my tongue flat. I’m salivating freely, drooling, and your thumb is under my chin, your grip on my jaw is firm and unrelenting. Continue reading “Orgasm #3 – the triple play”
“How many of your fingers are inside me now?” I pant, cheek to the pillow, knees wide, cunt wet and swollen, exposed to you.
As you answer I feel you begin to tuck your thumb inside of me and I’m getting off on the sensation, the fullness, the unrelenting but minor pain of being stretched but also on the fact that I know you’re looking. Continue reading “Orgasm #2 – Give me a hand (your whole hand)”