Life, Dating & Sex Blog | 12 Years in Graphic Detail |18+
You kiss her like you mean it; like you’re hungry for her lips to press and caress and move against yours. Your hands can’t help but roam as you do, stroking up and down her arms at first, but they soon move – as though they have a life of their own – to trail a finger against her cheek, to grapple and grab and yank her hair, to lightly-but-firmly grasp around her neck … You’ve missed her. You want her to look at you in that way she always…
Read More“I love to watch you dance under the lights,” he said to me, right before he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I wanted more than anything for his lips to make contact with mine. I almost puckered mine together in hopeful expectancy, but I knew he wouldn’t kiss me the way I really wanted him to. “Dance under the lights for me a little more. I’d like to take a photo of you here,” he said to me, as he fumbled with the camera in his hand…
Read MoreSpoon me, please. Throw your arms around me, draw me in close, and let my ass nestle into that space beneath your stomach where it fits so perfectly and snugly. I’ll do that little butt nudge you like. You know the one: a tiny little sign that’s barely a sign at all, subtle enough to almost miss but obvious enough to let you know exactly what’s on my mind. I’ll drop the nudge in casually like I’m stretching or positioning myself into your hug, but I’m really making sure your…
Read More“I got a bad idea, how about we take a little bit of time away?” The Ariana Grande song playing in the background was pretty ironic considering the situation she’d found herself in. You’d just told her those words that make her weak at the knees and damp between the thighs: “I need you”, and she knew the feeling; she needed you too. That’s why she smiled when you half-whispered those words into her ear. It was barely audible above the loud noise of the music and hum-drum of the…
Read MoreI’m going to need you to be rough with me today. I need to be beaten. Beaten in a way that involves my ass and your hand, or a paddle, or one of your hard-backed books, or your belt, or anything else that you can think of that’ll have the same effect. Why? Because it’s been a crappy day. The type of day that can only be turned around with some horny heavy-handedness that leaves me just the right amount of bruised and battered. And I need to do more…
Read More“We’re quite far away from the footpath here, shall we sit?” “Sounds good, I’m hungry!” And with that, he laid back flat against the soft, green grass. It had been a wonderful lunchtime, just the two of us strolling around town and enjoying the delights that the historic area had to offer. It was his idea to grab bits and pieces for a quick picnic, a suggestion I happily jumped on. I wondered if he’d guess why I suggested that particular picnic area, a 70-hectare heritage park that was wide-open…
Read MoreI love it when he holds my hair. Well, when he touches it really. It can be a heavy-handed action, fistfuls of it grabbed during a heated moment of action. It can be a light-handed motion too, like when he lightly glides his fingers down the length of it when it’s freshly washed and super-soft. Perhaps it’s the fact that it can be both hot and heavy, and light and soft, all at the same time that makes it so special? I don’t know what it is, but I do…
Read MoreYou got me some type o’ way. Yes, you. You don’t know who you are, but I do. Not that I really know you, but I know some of what you’re about – and what I know, I like. I shouldn’t, but I do. I know exactly what’s going on here, don’t worry. I’m bored. Affection-starved. In need of passion and excitement. I’m not going to do anything stupid, because I’m not stupid, but my mind is wandering. As are my hands. And it’s you I’m thinking about tonight. You.…
Read MoreAn ex-fling thing put some pictures of him and his fiancée on Facebook today, all dressed up and ready to go out, and I had so many thoughts that I felt it might be fun to write a few of them down. Couples get a bit weird once they’ve been together for a while, don’t they? The Facebook album titled “The Big Night Out” ends up sprinkled with an unhealthy amount of nice hotel bathroom shots, images of towels folded into weird shapes on freshly-made beds, photos of plates of…
Read MoreI always wondered what it would have been like if we’d introduced a third party into our sex life. I know it’s a bit too late for what-ifs now, but I do wonder, just sometimes. And I think that’s one of my prominent life regrets: not saying yes when I was given the opportunity to have one last bite at the girl-boy-girl bullet. I imagine it would have been a glorious occasion. I also wonder if we would have looked back over the night with happier, hornier memories than my actual…
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