I can’t wait to have his hands all over my body. His sensational skin gliding over mine. Global wetness with more bounce at every ounce. I can’t wait to be spoiled rotten; be treated to a ticket to the present. Embodiment is what his presence brings me. His fingers fondling my behind because there are knots there. I can’t wait to have his hands everywhere.
It had been 10 long days apart from my man, and my body was delirious with want. His flight landed in Orlando and after a few hours of driving, he was at my door. His hair was cut lower than usual, his beard looked freshly trimmed, his ass nice and firm in his blue jeans, and the turquoise shirt he wore made him look like a colorful Instagram snack. Continue reading “Anticipation, Pt 1”
He teased me mercilessly Continue reading “Alpha Channeling”
you and me
we couldn’t take the sheet Continue reading “the heat”
Perplexed by the paralysis
of my tongue,
I want him pinned down,
I’m very new to butt play, and for me it’s kind of like learning a new language. I’m not perfect at distinguishing what feels good or isolating specifics when something is inside me. But what I do know is I very much enjoy sensations on top of sensations, the more the better.