One Time Can Hurt

I was sad, lonely and feeling sorry for myself. One time couldn’t hurt, right? I closed my eyes and took in your sweet essence. You took me to unknown heights I would never reach again. I felt alive for the first time in my life. You made my head clear, my heart race, my vagina…

Nipples in her sleep – Wicked Wednesday

  I love Renee’s breasts. I love everything about them – – their size, the hue and tone of her skin, the color and look of her areolas, and how her nipples react to sensation. Her breasts fit my hand so wonderfully. I know most women hate that their boobs drop or droop, and they…

Confession – The hardest thing

The prompts for this week’s post asked for the hardest thing I confessed to someone.  You will be my captive audience with the confession I am going to make. I have never spoken about the incident before.  My reaction to the whole  occurrence has been silence, shame and embarrassment. About 11 or 12 years ago (before…