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tell me more…

slurping slit…

slurping slit
Right now.
For you.

when the moon relocates…

when the moon relocates

I had a dream that honey bees were making honey in my heart out of my old failures.

nothing, everything, anything, something…

nothing, everything, anything, something

To be free is to be capable of thinking one’s own thoughts – not the thoughts merely of the body, or of society, but thoughts generated by one’s deepest, most original, most essential and spiritual self, one’s individuality.

— Rudolph Steiner —

if you wanna fly…

When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.


— Ralph Ellison —

this and that…

this and that

Tonite, my pussy thrums. I will slip out of my sexy lace thong. I will slide along the warmth of my folds and marvel. (This amazes me: how soft am I!) I will slide my fingers along, around, inside and out pleasuring myself, thinking of this and that – attached to you. And the scent of my juices will sugarcoat the moans of each breathy cum I make.

for the time being…

… when you pause, dick-deep in me, and look me in the eyes – probing my clit with your confident, curious fingers. You smile as I squeeze my tits and arch and moan with throaty pleasure.

Anything to hear me make this sound – that’s what we both know you’ll do.

That’s what I count on every time I undress for you. That’s what I long for when I slip past the waistline of my panties and caress my secret-smooth mound.

That’s what I need.
And more…
I need you.

sleep deprived…

sleep deprived

After a long day, I slip under the covers and…
gently remind myself where your tongue has been.


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