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Right, quit fucking about now. Fuck me. Or let me fuck you. I don’t care which way around it is, I just need to feel your dick inside me and your hands on my naked body and your lips … don’t even get me started on just how much I’ve been thinking about your lips. We’re on eight months-ish of abstinence now. Whatever strength I had before is fading away. I’m no longer calm. I don’t want to be patient or understanding. I’m not in the mood to make jokes…
Read MoreSoooooo, do you remember a blog post I shared a little while ago called I Miss My Twenties? Well, it seems that if you talk about ’em, they’ll pop up. And pop up he did … This blog post is dedicated to him. ***** You always seem to message me on Saturday nights. I’m guessing that’s because Saturday night was always our night. Everyone else would be out partying, but not us. We’d be sat in your car somewhere, talking shit, kissing, touching, listening to music. I’m listening to our…
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…
Read MoreAre you in the mood for a sexy story? Well, I’ve got one for you, so, get comfortable, grab a drink (or your cock,) and let’s get right to it. Just shut up for a moment. I don’t want you to talk, or gloat, or tell how much you’ve been waiting for this day. I just want you to shut the fuck up and let me do what I want to do to you. That’s it. No more, no less. Do you think you can do that? Yes? Good.
Read MoreIt was love at first sight, or maybe it was lust at first sight? Either way, it was something. Her long red hair, the glorious curves of her body, the way she wrapped herself around the metal pole – all of it captivated me. Everything about her was captivating. You could say, I fell in love with a stripper that day.
Read MoreIt’s been 17 months. That’s how long Bear and I have been together. Something like that. He keeps count more meticulously than I do. I’m useless with dates. I’m useless with most things that are important, especially as far as numbers are concerned. 17 months doesn’t sound like that long when you think about it. At the same time, it’s the longest time in the world. We moved in together way too early — around the six-month mark — but I wouldn’t say it hindered us at all. It might…
Read MoreYou know, I quite liked fucking your pretty little mouth last night. Sometimes, Bear says the most explicit of things at the most innocent of times. Like when I’m the kitchen making chips. Homemade chips. I can’t stand oven chips. I make my own, first peeling them, then boiling them for exactly 8 minutes, straining them and slightly fluffing them up a bit in the colander so that they have that lovely crispiness around the edges. Then I toss them in oil mixed with some salt and pepper, maybe some…
Read MoreWhat a bloody wonderful surprise to check my Twitter one day and come across this absolute beaut: No. 6 this year (and I am starting to feel like a DJ here) is @notsosexintheci #top100sexblogs2017 https://t.co/4FIc0Hw3Ew — Molly (@Mollysdailykiss) December 2, 2017 Firstly, thank you so much! It’s an honour to come sixth! SIXTH! Secondly, I feel like a bloody fraud. I barely have sex these days, let alone write about it, but I’m working on it. (I promise I’m working on it.) That Tweet and award came…
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