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14 Feb 2018

this one’s for you

this one’s for you

For all you romantics out there, or not.
No red roses or a secretly written love letter on this Valentine’s Day.
Especially for you, here’s my ode to you(r) love.
This time no rawness, some kind of superficiality or ‘porn’.
Today’s all about happiness. Today is all for love. And love for all, baby.
Not ‘just’ on this Valentine’s Day, always, and forever I want to be as loving as I can be, to you, but today just a little bit more. Of everything.

09 Feb 2018

do, dare and the truth

do, dare and the truth

Do you dare to capture me? I mean really capture me?
Do you dare to try this, literally and figuratively?
Tie both my wrists firmly?
Do you dare to blindfold me too?
Then light a candle?
Do you dare to drip candle wax on me?
Not just random, but concentrate where it hits me in the most right and horny way?
Do you dare to let me beg you for more?

02 Feb 2018

there is more than meets the eyes

there is more than meets the eyes

I want to lick my lips.
Gently moan.
Stretch my body of horniness.
Feel my nipples obey all the rules.
I want to ask you if you want to serve me (well), so to speak.
I want you to do me.
So close, no matter how far. Couldn’t be much more from the heart.
So take control. Choose a soft stand or hard vibrating.
Make me cum.

26 Jan 2018

up close and personal (part one)

up close and personal (part one)

Going into my panties and feeling myself and those hairs at the same time, masturbating, it just adds up. Giving me so many horny ideas. Especially when I imagine that it’s your hand in there.
So, although I always keep everything neat and I’ve taught myself the so-called ‘art of shaving’ and I’ve refined it over the years, sometimes, very occasionally, I will tell you that I have pubic hair. That I’ve let it grow again. And then all I want is to catch your eyes.
To see your reaction and to see if its like I’ve always imagined it would be. Right.
That gives me the courage to ask the next question, something that has been a fantasy of me for a long long time now. Are you ready? Here it comes:
do you want to shave my pussy?

19 Jan 2018

stand by me

stand by me

Sometimes I want it (to be) short and quick.
Sometimes I want you (to be) short and quick.
I want to know how it feels when you’re ‘in control’ (of me) and I want you to show me.
So turn me around.
Push me against that wall. Hard.
I want to feel it in my tits, do you read me?
I want my hands on my back and I want you to keep them there.
Hold me tight.

12 Jan 2018

(to) keep(ing) your head up

(to) keep(ing) your head up

I prefer to feel (in) the dark, always looking (out) for you.
I feel and I feel and I come across your dick, which is perfectly hard.
I hope that’s because I’m lying next to you.
But actually I hope and wish for you to have this every morning, you deserve it and whoever wakes up next to you.
Wow. You’re hard-horny-ready for it. Just the way I like seeing you, feeling you. Because I feel you, baby.
I strongly feel the need and desire to give you a handjob, may I?
You should know, I’m a perfectionist. I want to do you good and treat it right.
Tell me how you masturbate and how you work yourself to a mindblowing ejaculation? Or better yet, let me see?

05 Jan 2018

resume

resume

From self satisfaction, while you watched me, with big excited eyes,
to the daring object of my mirror, in that barbershop.

From a rainy night at the front door of your room in that sleazy motel where I showed you, shoes only, my naked truth, to a perfect Christmas Eve, where everything was in its right place, you felt me ​​there and then and allowed me to come in magisterial way, head over feet, under the table, without anyone noticing.

From Christmas to New Year’s Eve in which we found each other in plural and everything got wet and I mean that in the right kind of way.

29 Dec 2017

above and beyond

above&beyond

New Year’s Eve. Clock is ticking and tension rises.
Not because it’s almost midnight in a few hours and one has to celebrate and kiss and drink and party all night long in a perfunctory way.
No.
Tension rises because of what we have in mind.
You and me.
We are friends for life and tonight ‘partners in crime’.
We have our own dresscode and it’s called latex.
You wear red and mine’s matte black.

Two catsuits, with only one zipper that can be opened from both sides.
If you want to know how far (you can reach), think, use your imagination.
You know the answer.

22 Dec 2017

mistletoe

mistletoe

Christmas Eve.
The most magical night of all nights. At least, in my opinion.
You’ve chosen and laid out my clothes.
I find it super sexy when a man does that for me.
You want me to wear a beautiful stylish black dress, with a split that seems to have no end.
I see a new pantyhose.
There is a hole in it. But no need to panic.
Au contraire. It is exactly in the right place, just where I want it.
Where you chose it.
Thank you for knowing me so well.
My pantyhose has an open crotch.
Perfect for a long sit at a dinner table.

 

15 Dec 2017

hotel motel holiday inn

hotel motel holiday inn

One day in December.
When daylight doesn’t stand a chance and the day seems to pass automatically in evening and into the darkness of the night.
The sky shows all kinds of gray and it rains.
It is the kind of rain that seems endless.
Raging rain, skyfall.
It is also the kind of rain that no make-up can withstand.
Make-up stains.
Mascara runs out.
But it doesn’t matter.
Where I go, nobody pays attention to these kind of details.
Where I go, there is an atmosphere of cheap, whorish, dark.
And tonight, all of it is on my side baby.