thoughts that whisper
Sometimes I overthink too much.
I get lost in the side tracks of my thoughts.
I love thoughts that whisper.
Not thinking out loud,
but inside my head, softly. As if it was real.
Let those same thoughts be carried away by the wind. What I love so much. Unstoppable. Pure.
As is my love.
As is my sex.
past the past
Is there such a thing as a sad story?
Is there such a thing as sad sex?
See also below.
Fucking without really caring.
Just don’t feel like you’re in the right kind of mood.
Your thoughts elsewhere.
So is the blowjob.
A half hard one.
Foreplay that is skipped for all the wrong reasons.
Nightswimming is the best.
It deserves a quiet night.
The sun shines for a long time and everything feels so warm and enlightened.
Skinny dipping is delightfully wonderful.
That free, happy feeling, like a mermaid in the water.
Everything feels so good, in all the right places.
You and me, playing in the water, spattering, laughing, with an occasional playful touch.
to be continued
The very sexy thing about a double dildo is that you can use it during different positions for maximum double pleasure.
So you can both sit on it with your face to each other and your legs wide open. Enjoying the feeling that you are both filled up and keep looking at each other at the same time, so intensely intimate.
In our case it went as follows.
We stood with our backs against each other.
Her husband kissed us, fingered us, simultaneously.
Horny and wet became hornier and wetter.
Our pussies were ready for it.
I recently had a threesome with a woman and a man. They, a wonderfully nice, happy, sweet, open-minded naughty couple, asked me to be a part of their sexual escapades. The night was young and our mood good, so why not, is just do. It.
I want to tell you about this woman.
Give her that higher stage of splendor that I feel she deserves.
She has blond hair and blue eyes.
Female full sexy lips.
The same can be said about her ass. Lascivious, I find that a beautiful word and here in its right place.
This is an ode to this woman.
I am always on the move.
Inside my head and far beyond.
Sometimes I live unaware and insecure, the fast and faster.
I’ll keep moving on, holding on.
Dream my most beautiful dreams.
And I dream, wish, enjoy, laugh, ray of light you with me.
You feel close. To me. Even if you are not. Still you are here.
In ecstasy meets in (e)motion.
Your heart, my soul and vice versa.
We’re both on our way.
Falling down a spiral, destination unknown.
But what to do in the meantime?
It’s warm at the office.
Despite of the air conditioning.
I turn around on my chair.
Mostly right there.
Thinking about you.
I wear a tight pencil skirt.
wild at heart
Do you know that specific feeling of playing in the outside?
Live in the sunshine, swim in the sea, drink the wild air?
Approaching the world as you like it and doing everything as you well please?
Laughing out loud and rock and roll?
In the grass or on the beach?
Standing on top of a dune, seeing the ocean, feeling as free as my thoughts are and you enjoying every bit of it with me.
Daring to dream everything and that if you happen to dare live up to these same dreams.
Dreams that are familiar, but also dreams that lead you off the beaten track.
Beyond that safe, but sometimes oh so stifling frame of reference.
It was nice and hot and there was sun everywhere.
Your sun was everywhere.
It started with a bikini.
Or actually just a bikini bottom.
My body shone with sunscreen.
Carefully applied by you.
Although we were already oiled up. By each other.
On this beautiful almost-felt-like-summer day in May.
You took on this rewarding sunscreen task, for you(r) love (is) my body.
I write to you as if we are true lovers.
I share with you my deepest and most intense inner desires.
Things I’ve experienced and things I long for and what I dream of.
Couldn’t be much more from the heart.
Words are the lingerie of the mind.
You and I, baby, we only exist on paper. So there is always that taste for more. You. Us.
Do you recognize that?
That feeling of yearning for?
Desire for longing.