There are all types of sex.
I like most, a variety of choices, what more do you want?
From slow morning sex, where I’m sitting on top of you and we fuck it all, not saying anything, but at the same time everything.
To a raw quickie somewhere against a wall, here, outside. Bruises, abrasions on my back, I don’t care.
From midnight to the early morning. See the moon and the stars, fun until the sun rises, surprise you and the same goes the other way around.
Position 69, nice and long(er).
Sitting in front of you, show you my everything. Glory hole(s).
the heat is on
The country sighs under the heat, heat rushes through the city.
I sigh too. Heat is waving through my body.
What fascinates me in summer is the vibrating air that I can see above the asphalt or in the distance above beach sand.
I also vibrate. Inside.
There is a particularly strong desire for something that one lacks.
I also yearn. For you.
When the ocean water gets warmer and the drinks you drink cooler.
Your hair lighter and your skin darker.
Rumor, music, hearing people talk on the street. Until late.
Nights become longer.
Sex that is sultry. Warm. Sensual. Slow and sticky.
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.