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“Get down on the ground!” I watched him fall to the floor, not quite knowing what to do. There was a lot of commotion around me, but the alarm hadn’t gone off yet. That was usually the first thing to alert us to the danger — loud, repetitive, and every bit as frightening as the event it was used to signify. “Get down on the ground!” he shouted at me again. I still had the strange, whistling sound we’d just heard in my head, replaying over and over and drowning…
Read More“Babe, I’ll be back in a bit. Just getting dinner stuff. Love you!” As soon as I hear the door shut I spring into action, starting by turning the TV down so I can hear if he comes back sooner than expected. I then throw myself on the bed and reach into the bottom drawer of the cabinet, floating my hands over the array of toys staring back at me. Which one should I pick today? If he’s only getting dinner stuff, I’ve probably got around 15 minutes before he…
Read MoreRight, 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 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…
Read MoreWe’d unexpectedly found ourselves alone, left twiddling our thumbs, staring at each other from opposite ends of a dining room table. There was something about him today. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was, but it was certainly distracting. I was distracted. Maybe there was something about me? Either way, I couldn’t help but think that he looked like the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Hot as fuck. Hotter than that, in fact. Do you ever have those days when you just look at your significant other…
Read More“Turn around and bend over, baby. Bend over and place your forearms flat along the arm of the chair. Now, leave your left leg with your foot on the floor, and lift your right leg … that’s it, lean your knee on the couch. There’s a good girl. Now, stay there. You were bad today.” I’d been teasing him all day. The new knee-to-ankle tattoo was too painful to wear jeans over, and the only other thing I’d packed was a denim skirt and tights. I had a thousand t-shirts…
Read MoreI was wearing sweat pants. Not just any sweat pants, but the ones I dye my hair in. If we were getting crazy with makeup and fake blood, I didn’t want to do it in my jeans. That’s my defence for wearing my skanky pants around him, anyway. I was also sporting the white vest-top that I dye my hair in, hair tied back, no makeup on (because he was just about to do it all for me), I was hardly at my sexiest. But there was something about it…
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