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Wicked Wednesday: Recollection

Anders Zorn [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Anders Zorn [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

As I look at my reflection in the mirror on the wall
I think it’s not quite accurate, and doesn’t show it all.
I see the solemn vestiges of life that’s now gone by,
Sometimes at speeds that bend the rules and make me wonder why.

All the wrinkles forming on my brow are from much more than age,
They come from things that happened and from them I try to gauge
The worry and the pain I’ve felt, and also all the joy,
The life and love and happiness that nothing could destroy.

In my eyes I see reflections of the times when love was new,
When all I really wanted was to be caressed by you.
I’d feel your arms around me and your cock pressed in my back
And we’d make love with the mirror watching, never keeping track.

You are often there behind me, although sometimes I’m alone
And your eyes roam down my body and then venture to your phone,
At other times I feel strong arms around me yet again,
I close my eyes and lean in close and feel no chagrin.

I think my true reflection is more like that in a lake,
Its surface still and calm and yet below prepares to wake,
The wind blows, causing ripples and I see myself distort,
My features meld and blend into a rather confused sort.

My fingers break the surface and I open up my mind
like a flower craving sunlight as I leave all this behind.
When the water stills I see myself look back into my eyes,
And I know that things will turn out better than I can surmise.

 

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TMI Tuesday: Sexy It Is!

Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons

Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons

1. What question about sex do you find hard to ask your partner?
Hmmm…I don’t know if there are any that I find hard to ask…but I think they sometimes find it hard to ask me.

2. What question about sex do you find hard to ask anyone?
Anyone? Most of the people I talk about sex with I don’t have a hard time asking anything…maybe questions about fantasies, as those can be more personal than physical acts and seem to be what people want to talk about least.

3. Sexually, what are your favorite things to do?
Hmmm…I love to give blowjobs, and be fucked hard from behind, and to have screaming orgasms while my clit is licked and sucked or teased with a toy, and to kiss deeply.

4. Name 3 things that most excite your imagination when you imagine doing them?
Well, let’s see…having a threesome and being double penetrated, being fucked in the ass, and having my toes sucked.

5. In how many countries have you had sexual relations?
As of now, just one.

Bonus: Describe your ideal sex partner.
Adventurous, loving, kind and strong, unafraid to talk to me about anything, and as happy to snuggle as to have wild sex all night.

 

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Meeting

Mihaly Zichy erotic inkwash picture of woman receiving cunnilingus on a desk from a man.

Mihály Zichy [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I hate meetings. Sometimes they’re useful, I suppose, but usually they’re dull, dry affairs. If there’s anything worse than a meeting, it’s a meeting in the early afternoon just after lunch.

Today was one of those days. I’d gone out to lunch with a friend to a Mexican restaurant nearby. I only had iced tea with a splash of lemon to drink, but I’d had a few too many chips and salsa while we were talking, and the chicken enchiladas I’d ordered were gone in no time. I was full and getting sleepy. I wished I was back in my office, where I could keep busy and stay awake, but instead here I was trapped in a meeting that wouldn’t end.

I was tapping my pencil slowly on the table. Tap. Tap. I was bored and trying not to fidget. The conversation on the other end of the table was like a metronome – slow, steady, and monotonous. My eyes drifted to the window, but all I could see was a grey sky filled with clouds.

I leaned back in my chair, pretending to be interested in the discussion going on. My eyes roamed over the people around the table, many as bored as I was, until they finally settled on Aaron. He was new to the company and delicious to look at, with his thick brown hair and rugged face. He usually wore a t-shirt to work, and his biceps bulged wonderfully through the sleeves. His jeans were tight in all the right places, and I’d often think that I wanted to get to know him better.

I closed my eyes, imagining that the meeting was over, and Aaron and I were the last to leave. I was taking my time gathering up my papers, and I felt him stop behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and his fingers started gently kneading them. It felt good, and I leaned back, letting his strong fingers work their magic. His hands worked their way lower, cupping my breasts through my blouse, and my nipples hardened under his touch.

He spun my chair around and bent to kiss my lips, our tongues seeking. I could feel myself grow wet as his lips kissed my cheek and then my ear, his hand slipping down under my skirt. He pulled my panties to the side, and the jolt was electric as his finger began to rub my clit. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily.

Aaron pulled back and knelt before me. I scooted to the edge of the chair, pulling my skirt up as he slipped off my panties. As his warm tongue touched my clit I gasped, and I couldn’t stop moaning as his tongue flicked up and down my clit and his fingers slipped inside me. I ground my hips against him, my fingers pulling on his hair. His fingers moved faster, and he began to suck on my clit, causing me to gasp. I was close to cumming, and my teeth clenched as I felt myself contract.  He went faster, and my juices flowed over his fingers as I came.

My eyes were closed, and as I struggled to catch my breath Aaron kissed the insides of my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair, wishing we could go on forever.

My pencil fell from my fingers and I started awake. I bent down and retrieved it off the floor, and then composed myself and looked around the table. No eyes were on me, and the discussion was still continuing. I couldn’t believe I’d dozed off for such a short time – it had seemed so real. I looked around the table again, and this time my eyes met Aaron’s. He smiled at me, and I felt myself grow wet again. I hoped I could invite him back to my office later to see where that smile led.

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Wicked Wednesday: 50

Édouard-Henri Avril [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Édouard-Henri Avril [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

50 ways to please me…

Talk with me often
Make me smile
Cuddle with me
Let me pick the movie
Help me make dinner
Help with the chores
Send me some flowers
Be passionate
Pull off my lingerie
Fill the tub with bubbles
Wash my back
Look deep in my eyes
Nibble on my ears
Give a kiss on my lips
Kiss me deep
Give me some tongue
Run your fingers through my hair
Pinch my nipples
Squeeze my breasts
Suck on my toes
Tickle my side
Play a game with me
Tie me with silk
Blindfold and bind me
Kiss behind my knees
Stroke my thigh
Finger me hard
Suck on my clit
Spank my ass
Fuck me on the desk
Take me in the ass
Let me be in charge
Ride me hard
Fuck me from behind
Cum deep inside me
Slap my ass
Give me multiple orgasms
Try out that new toy
Hit my G-spot
Love me all night
Make me squirt
Blow my mind
Tell me you love me
Give me pillow talk
Bring me breakfast in bed
Be there for me
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Never let me go
Love me forever

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Valentine

By Jacob Appelbaum from san francisco, USA (Nude and captured.) [CC BY-SA 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

By Jacob Appelbaum from san francisco, USA (Nude and captured.) [CC BY-SA 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

I couldn’t see a thing. The blindfold that you’d tied over my eyes was snug but not tight, and no light was visible around the edges. I squirmed, pulling at the ties that held my arms above my head. My fingers wiggled, seeking, but i couldn’t quite touch them. My legs were tied by the ankles to each edge of the bed, with my knees bent. I could move a bit, but I couldn’t close my legs. I was wide open, waiting, feeling myself grow wet with thoughts of you, and I wanted you.

The smell of chocolate tickled my nose; dark, sweet, and sensuous. My nose twitched and I inhaled the heady scent, wanting more. I knew you were there, and I arched my back off the bed, straining for your touch.

I couldn’t hear you, but I sensed you were closer. The touch of something soft against my side made me jump, and I squirmed as i felt it lightly trace a path up my side and over my breasts. My nipples hardened with the light touch, and I longed to feel your lips and tongue on them.

The feather in your hands flitted up and down my body. It ran lightly over my lips and nose, and then tickled down my neck, setting my nerves on fire. I was aching for your touch and squirming in my bonds.

Your lips touched mine, kissing me gently, and then your nibbles on my lower lip made me gasp.  I felt your fingers gently stroke my skin before gently pinching my nipples. I groaned as your fingers moved lower, tracing circles on my stomach before moving down and finding my clit. As your fingers encircled it I grew even wetter, wanting to feel you inside me.

Your other hand reached behind my head and untied the blindfold, and I blinked in the low light. I looked up into your eyes and smiled, then offered my lips to yours. As you moved on top of me and I felt your cock slide inside, slowly moving in and out, your lips moved to my ear. I heard you whisper “Happy Valentine’s Day, love” as we came together. I knew I would be your Valentine forever.

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