It was a long weekend. Family. Funeral. Friends.
Drugs and alcohol.
And M and I were up late last night, and didn’t end up fucking until after midnight.
And apparently I got off again on his hand randomly in the middle of the night.
Welcome to my first Wicked Wednesday!
We were drunk.
He more than me, but I hadn’t realized it until it was too late.
Dizzy, He laid down and, in less than a minute, His eyes were closed and His breathing deep.
Every once in awhile, I get an email from a reader looking for advice, and often times it’s about how to ask for D/s or add some BDSM to the bedroom. While I’m not necessarily an expert, I’ll offer my advice when I can.
After being gone for just two days (I know, I know, I made it seem like we were apart forever), I finally made my way home last night. A rushed dinner was followed by story time and bedtime kisses, then the kiddos were tucked into bed and encouraged to fall asleep.
I’m sure by now y’all know Kayla Lords and her Masturbation Monday meme. Whenever I’ve participate in it in the past, I’ve always written little bits of erotica.
But oh my fucking god, this week I’m rendered speechless. Here’s the inspirational gif she used for this week’s theme.
I shouldn’t be posting right now. There are 152 things I need to get done. Writing that’s already missed its deadline. A deadline approaching that is impossible to reach at this point. Dishes to due. Laundry to put away. Legs that need shaved.
When he’s big,
I am small.
His weight on my back,
He makes me, not weak,
But fragile, precious,
To be cared for.
Wrapped around me,
His flesh hot against mine,
I ache for him
On Friday, I celebrated yet another birthday, my 34th. And as I hate to see November go by without a post here on LSAM, you’re going to be subjected to 34 pieces of utter randomness.
Sorry for your luck.
Be prepared. This may get a little ranty.
My friend BIG RICH stumbled upon a few articles and emailed them to me this morning. I guess he thought I’d find them interesting. Or maybe he misses hearing my tangents. Either way, this is what he got.
“Come on, hon.” She walks towards the edge of the water, “I thought you wanted to go for a swim.”
Will follows and drops their towels at the water’s edge, watching Tess’s body move into the water, moon light reflecting off her curves. I’m one lucky bastard.
M and I typically drink on Friday nights, me to forget my week at work and other people’s troubles, and M to appease me. When we find ourselves in bed after our indulgences, we tend to fuck for hours, sometimes so long that the first strands of morning light are peeking through our window.
For years I wasn’t a fan of 69ing. The position exposed more of me than I was comfortable showing and at that point in time, I couldn’t imagine the close up of an ass to be attractive, especially my ass. It made me apprehensive, this discomfort, and therefore jittery and awkward, feeling weird in my own skin.
I like it when he trails his fingertips along my collar-bone, feather touches, light and soft. I like it when he runs them down my sides, across my ribs. And when the backs of his fingers scraping against the hollow between my breasts, I arch into His touch.