we were sitting in my bed watching videos on youtube side by side. i traced my index finger along his palm to the base of his wrist and then wrapped all of my fingers around his thumb (his hands are so much bigger than mine), and we looked at each other and he said "today's been really nice" and so i kissed him. i kissed him and he kissed me back. ( Read more... )

i am realising this is beggining to take the form of a sex-blog, which is something i think i should start, as soon as i start actually having sex on a regular basis.

that would be nice.

he comes. he cums.

he disappears for three weeks.

& then he calls again.

ok,

new vibrator it is.

emotionally dangerous break-up sex

vs.

new vibratorr

how can i justify the poorer decision of the two?

as much as it pains me to admit, i'm a pretty vanilla fuck. aside from the occasional spanking, my sexuality is deeply rooted in tenderness and affections (and ok, hold back your gag-- lovei like to kiss slow and touch langoriously. i love hours of foreplay. holding hands in bed turns me on. lacing my fingers through a lovers' gets me wet ( Read more... )

ok so
my rent cheque bounced
i'm still jobless, save getting hired on the spot at erotic sensations and then promptly quitting after learning i'd only earn $8.50 for selling "butt bandits"
uncoiling in exlovers arms, long sought after passion.

it gets so awkward, i get so awkward. i haven't always been like this; i mean, awkward yes... but not this starvation for compassion and attention. i feel like i'm throwing myself toward sound-proof glass in my highest warrior screams and pressing myself against, hurling fists at..

when we were young we'd ( Read more... )

spring slips too lazily out of winter ( Read more... )