sexy dirty

Something I’ve been thinking about for awhile.  There is a difference between sexy crude and sexy dirty. Sexy dirty is hot, it makes one wet, its fun, its sexy and dirty. Sexy crude is rude, its a total turnoff for me.

Telling me to be naked and ready and that you have a lot of cum for me, to be honest is crude. Its not even remotely sexy. It doesn’t do anything for me. Also makes me want to not have anything to do with that person in general, I’m over it

Telling me you’re lying in bed thinking about me, is sexy dirty because it brings to life the reality of fantasy, I wonder what you’re doing while lying in bed thinking of me, I wonder what your bed looks and feels like. I can imagine you lying in bed, stroking your hard cock, thinking about me. I wonder if you have your toy out and are you stroking your ass with it. The fantasy takes shape, that simple statement, leaves me thinking of you lying in bed.


its been awhile…

its been awhile but I can’t stop thinking about you now. It was bound to be awkward after no intimacy for almost a year, I was unprepared for you, don’t get me wrong, I wanted you! I’ve wanted you since the beginning, but I’m out of practice in more ways than one. And you always seem to sneak up on me, which gets my heart racing, I have no idea why I never realize you’re in a room until you’re staring at me. I’ve wanted to feel your hard cock enter me and slowly dance until we were hot and sweaty, feeling you come deep inside me.  Reminds me of a song, you’re a cool drink of water that only comes out at night. The story isn’t over, there’s more still to be discovered. I want to find you in a darken doorway, push you up against a wall and tease you just a little bit before you get naked. I want to feel the excitement building up inside you, the power building up between us. I want to feel your tight ass in my hands, I want to be in control of you….

dreaming of you

Is it wrong to pretend it’s you when I’m with him? If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine its your hands on my body……almost but not quite, he unlike you, stops and doesn’t let me get there. You I know would bite me in just the right places and bring me to the brink of exquiste taste, he just doesn’t, no other words to describe, its not good, its not you. You would make me beg for it, make me beg you to fuck me hard and when I say don’t stop, you might tease me but you would only pound into me harder and deeper until I came shaking, screaming out with delight, he on the other hand only cares about his pleasure and stops leaving me wanting, needing more…

lying on my bed, imagining you behind me, pulling me to my knees, feeling you touch my ass, feeling your tongue sliding up and down, pressing against my ass, your fingers rubbing my clit, pinching me, just a little pain with pleasure, begging you to not stop, begging you for more, begging for your hard cock in my ass, begging you to bite, begging for more….

if I close my eyes, I can almost pretend its you, almost but not quite

is it bad, that I pretend its you when I’m with him?


while I love the current design, I noticed I can’t seem to add links to other great erotic writers which leads me to believe while this design is good, its not great therefore a major overhaul will be cumming shortly..

panic bliss

Although you usually like to steer clear of emotional drama, denial of your fear could bring you face to face with an uncomfortable level of intensity now. The intensity of finally seeing him after months and that gorgeous blond beard he was now sprouting through me for a loop. Every single time I see him, I’m tongued-tied, can’t think straight and have this intense fear that perhaps he’s going to be mad that I’ve shown up in his space and yet in my head, the concept of seeing him played out a little differently. Let me tell you what I was planning in my head not what actually happened because in my head, it was so much more of a hot fantasy than the reality of my fear and panic.

I’m wearing a gorgeous black twirly skirt with sheepskin boots, my intent was to check out this art gallery that I’d had been hearing so much about and it was a side benefit that of course he would be there. I had planned to ignore him, not gather his attention until just the right moment, in the mix of the crowd, I would linger touchably close and graze his cock every so slightly without letting him know it was me, perhaps demand that he bent over via text so I could see his ass in his jeans, make him wonder if I was there.

Except the crowds were not existent, the art gallery just wasn’t my thing, the clothing they had on display, while interesting, I wasn’t going to fit into a size 2, some of the art on the wall was good, some just not my tastes and he was the only one there ready to go, he noticed me right away, uncanny feeling that he saw me the instant I walked through the door, we talked, I of course, feeling quite stupid and saying the most stupid things, panic rising up, up, up and away, I had to get out of there. Slow deep breaths, calming deep breaths…

In my head, this fantasy was amazing, I was hot, I was dominant, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I’d watch him from afar blended in with the crowd while telling him what I was doing beneath my skirt, what I was imagining him doing to me at that very moment. Imagining feeling that beard between my thighs while his tongue darted in and out of my pussy. His fingers probing my ass.  But whoops, how did I know he now sported a beard?

But where were the crowds? I could blend into a crowd, I could gabble and hobble with the best of them, I could be anonymous in a crowd of friends or foes, I wouldn’t be standing there in a pure panic bliss alone, horny and wet from just seeing his smile.


It was one of those mornings, I got up early because I had an appt with a new client. I was wandering through the house naked, getting the coffee going, feeding the cats, you know the boring mudane morning rituals and I heard the garage door open, shit, did the damn thing decide to open by itself again? I ran to the back to grab my robe which was all tangled up in a pile and headed back towards the kitchen to check out what was going on.

SURPRISE!!! the last person, I expected to see standing in my garage was C. Not that it was a bad thing, quite the contrary, it was a great to see him but I thought he was mad at me or something. We had been talking online and then all of sudden he just stopped, so I assumed he was mad at me again. I swear my heart jumped out of my chest, I was really surprised, I like surprises but when you first wake up, I was startled.

After leaving him waiting in the bedroom, shaking like a leaf, interesting he was nervous, he had a plan I know he must have and of course I was all gentlemanly and asked him what he wanted. Now smack myself across the head, here I had a willing viable gorgeous man in my room and I didn’t attack him, months and months of not having sex and I asked him what he wanted..what was I thinking? Well I know what I was thinking, any other morning, I would have just been late or blown off the day but I had already rescheduled with this particular person and I need the money and I couldn’t be late, so I regrouped my thoughts and went back to the bedroom….and he just wanted to watch.. (in retrospect, I should have blown off that particular person period)

..all these months of fantasizing about him with his head buried between my legs, his teeth biting my clit, his fingers probing my ass and he just wanted to watch me play with myself ? 🙁 which by the way I haven’t done much of lately either for that matter…

…so he watched and masturbated but at least I got to touch this time……..

..what I should have done was push the boy back on the bed, slowly take off his clothes, tease him, make him beg for more and rode his hard cock til I was shaking like a leaf….

or laid down opposite of him and rolled over so he could bury his head between my legs and I could take his hard cock in my mouth, deep and taste him…..

but no, none of these scenarios happened, he just watched while I played with myself …

and when I’m nervous I say the stupidest things…….

twas the night before

I promised a story, so a story it shall be. 

Twas the night before christmas and all through the house, not a creature stirred except for my vibe, that little humming sound pleasantly filling my need. The stockings were hung by the fire with care with the hopes that many new toys would brighten my day. All of a sudden, I thought I heard the garage door open with such a clutter and bang, who could be there, no one knew the code. Jumping out of bed, i flew through the house, naughty as could be,  not a thought to my state of undress. Lo and behold, there stood santa’s helper all wrapped in a bow.  

And what a sight to see, blond scruffy hair, twinkling blue eyes, tattoos in just the right places, a ass to die for, strong arms, big hands and hard cock standing at attention. A chill rang through the air as I turned to flee, santa’s helper chuckled as he caught me by the arm, pulling me towards him as he dropped to his knees. His tongue dancing circles upon my clit as a shiver ran down my spine. I swear I heard jingle bells as I closed my eyes and next thing I knew he had transported us to bed. As I opened my eyes, I was on my back, his head buried between my legs.

to be continued..

short pink robe

the beginnings of a story….

what are you wearing? I’m naked and warm right now with a hard cock. Thinking about your big tits in my mouth

sounds delicious, imaging you were here with me right now.

I want to see you naked

you can anytime you want, come over but until then..imagine short pink robe barely covering my ass

Don’t know if I want to lick your ass or suck your tits more.

does it help to know I’m sitting naked in the dining room working?

It makes me hard as a rock!

Does it help to know that I’m pinching my hard nipples? **

wish i was there to lick your naked pussy.  your house must be warm.