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She couldn’t believe it. It had been three weeks since she had an orgasm of any kind. With her vibrator packed away (thanks to the move from hell that was taking 3 months) she was feenin for something. She spent all day fantasizing about the men she saw. The mailroom guy at work who she…
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I missed him. It was my fault that I would never see him again. Never hear from him again. One of the things I was attracted to was his ability to take charge and make a decision. His ability that once he had decided something he didn’t waffle. I knew once he said that I…
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I knew he had a girlfriend, but I didn’t care. I wanted him the moment he sent me those secret pictures of his dick. Our email exchanges got me wet always leaving me need to get something on my pussy. So right now, I’m in bed, can’t sleep, horny as fuck, but can’t do anything…
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“I needed inspiration,” she said. “My life has been dry and boring lately, and emphasis on the dry.” “Well, let me introduce you to the 139,” he typed “139?, what the eff is that” “Think dirty and I’ll give you three guesses” “I can’t even begin to imagine so I’ll just give this one up. …
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I wanted to do something crazy. something out of the ordinary. I had never been moved to take a guy home, but there was something about him. the night we met, his long fingers had me capivated and his dimples made me want to kiss them. He was cute, hazel eyes and dark hair. tall…
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It was the Coltrane. I couldn’t say anymore. The strains of “A Love Supreme” played over his surround sound and I opened up. My emotions that is. I felt safe, comfortable, loved as the refrain played “a love supreme, a love supreme” I laughed and cryed within minutes of each other as the refrain played…
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I’ve always been impatient. “Good things come to those who wait” “Patience is a virture” Fuck that. I knew the dick I wanted. I dreamt of it. Masturbated to it. Rubbed my hands over my body in the shower pretending it was him. It was hard talking to him. His eyes always said “I want…
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His camera kept finding me thru the crowd. I don’t know what it is about cameras that I find so sexy. It’s such a cliche. cameras and sex. But I kept thinking about the click. I loved posing. I had a need for attention and I loved being watched. Eyes focused on me. I kept…
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Friday 4pm Damn this project that put me way out in the middle of nowhere. I was horny as a mutha and no relief in sight. Thanks to an all night session preparing my first presentation my packing skills where minimal as I threw suits, pumps and underwear into the suitcase, but discovered I had…
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I used to be able to shape words, bending them to transform blankness into images projected on your mind. I used to be able to show you what was inside of my head, how all the complications connected show you my the model I used to learn about life alternate between the real world and…
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Wandering & Wondering 