If you can’t dazzle ‘em with brilliance…











{13 May 2008}   AP to the Rescue!

Remember that whole thing about needing release I posted a few days ago?

It’s been taken care of.

:happydance:

Well – at least there was a happy dance the next day. Immediately afterward I couldn’t move. As a matter-of-fact, I am pretty sure that I perfectly fit the definition of “jello” in the moments following our tryst.

Have I mentioned how wonderful AP is? ‘Cause he is.. he truly is. Not only did he read the post about my “issues” with him, not only did he respond positively and honestly to the post, but he wanted to do something to make me feel awesome about us again as well! So he read my “release” post and let’s just say he took every single word to heart.

Ahhhhhhh the feeling that one gets from great sex. We kissed, we played, we gazed, and we groped. There was ass slapping and hair pulling in all the right places and at all the right times. And the orgasms – oh the orgasms! There were little ones and big ones. There were the kind that make you want to scream with all your might and there were the ones where I could merely whimper for him not to stop. There was the moment I thought I may pass out, and yes, there was even one moment I am sure I forgot how to breathe.

Cheers to you, AP! I love you more with each passing day – thanks for listening. And thanks for making my body remind my heart that every little thing is gonna be alright.

;)



{9 May 2008}   What I Need

You know what I need?

I need to get laid.

I need that raw, uninhibited, ass-slapping, hair-pulling kind of sex that comes with pent-up aggression and held-in frustrations.

I need someone to grab me and throw me up against a wall – someone who will rip my clothes off and leave them in torn, ragged piles on the floor.

I need to be spanked and held down and bitten and talked dirty to.

I need to be fucked until I can’t breathe without gasping.

I need someone to hold me down and have their way with me – someone who won’t stop until I am near passing out from orgasmic ecstasy.

I need to be pulled and pushed and poked and prodded. I need to be licked and carressed and pounded into submission.

I need to be told what to do, and I need someone who will listen when I want to do the telling.

It sure would help with all this tension, don’t you think?



et cetera
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