My dating & sex life in very 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“Where is your preferred spot to take your man’s cum?” — I’m answering this question in GREAT detail…
Read MoreI’m blaming today on you. You. Yes, you. You know who you are. Today is your fault. The reason I’m tapping up this post right now? You. You kept talking about being edged like it was this big thing that I was missing out on — and wasn’t I missing out on it? Not getting what I wanted has never been something I’ve been brilliant at dealing with, my impatience driving me to come even when I’m told not to, so I’ve never paid much attention to the idea of…
Read MoreIt’s been quite a long time since I last got my hands on a new toy to play with, so I was literally hopping up and down with excitement when I learned that I’d won Little Switch Bitch’s Twitter contest and the lovely looking toy was was on its way to me. I waited in on delivery day, tracked the van at every step of its journey, and was practically at the front door before the chap even had a chance to ring the doorbell, reading to get started on…
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.
Read More“I got a bad idea, how about we take a little bit of time away?” The 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 club, everyone…
Read MoreWould you like to know how many selfies I’ve taken with you in mind as the receiver, but never had the balls to send? Too many to count at this point. Tens, definitely. Maybe even hundreds. Some of them are deleted before they even have the chance to see the light of day, but a few of them? I’m dying to send them to you. I’ve gotten close a couple of times, inserting the image into the message box before promptly deleting it and berating myself for being foolish. I’m…
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“Do you remember that photo?” Of course she did. She remembered it the very second the question started to fall from his mouth, just as she did every time he mentioned it. It’s the photo they don’t show anyone. The one they both love, but can’t post on social media. It’s a really insignificant photo when you just glance at it, a couple of friends at a table in a club, casually enjoying a drink. And it is just that: a casual, insignificant photo of two friends and…
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