January 2012
23 posts
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slow fuck with a long cock
i like to think of her as free. but she’s too busy; we’re both too busy. we almost never get to see each other. i am too far away. someday, i’ll be there, but not yet. a few days ago i told her to find the time. ‘find time to fuck yourself,’ i whispered on the phone. ‘i never have time,’ she said, ‘i run around all day and night until i collapse in...
Some femmes are dominant and some butches are... →
cydne-should-be-sleeping:
Some femmes are dominant and some butches are submissive. Some men have vaginas and some women have penises. Sometimes what you call a clit is called a dick by it’s owner, and sometimes a dick is really a clit. Some straight men want to be penetrated and some straight women want to do it. Sometimes people aren’t men or women at all and sometimes genitals aren’t a black...
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strength
we are on the bed wrestling. the stakes are control - who gets it. we usually start out laughing but it always turns serious. always. and it’s hot. i love how we fight. i look for the scratches and bruises the next morning and finger them all day remembering how they got there.
it’s never been black and white for us. we explore different sides of ourselves when we’re together....
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pushing it
‘pull your pants down. is this what you want? you want to be the bad girl? you were caught being naughty and now you want your punishment? i might be more than you bargained for.’
‘i said, pull your fucking pants down. were you daydreaming?’ i grab her by the back of her neck. i pull hard on her shirt and the buttons fly off into the corners of the room, rattling their...
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anonymous
sometimes you just want to be fucked by someone you don’t know and will never see again.
you shower after it’s already dark. you get dressed. you go out, jamming your fists into your jacket pockets. you walk fast, digging your heels into the sidewalk and you keep your head down. you know where you’re going.
there’s a club. you have to know where it is. you walk down that...
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me and my girl
i waited for her to come home. i prepared myself. i took my time. just the right strap-on and the right pants to give me the bulge i wanted. i carefully ironed my shirt and dug up my favorite cuff links, the ones she gave me that first year. i looked through all my ties twice before choosing an old brown one with a strange design on it, a tie from the 30s that had always intrigued me. no vest, no...
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all my weight on her
she pulled at my vest when i walked by the couch. i laughed at her and lifted her fingers one by one to be free, walking away. i kept trying to find my way to her, but it was a crowded party and i got stuck in every conversation but the ones with her.
my eyes followed her all night. most times i’d stare long enough to see her lift her eyes to mine and smile. she knew. we could wait a bit...
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every time i look at her
when i see her, i see my hands on her. i see the path my fingers want to take. it’s as clear as seeing a dried up river bed. even if you’ve never seen the river, you can imagine how the water flows. and i do imagine. i imagine it all.
my right hand starts on her neck with my thumb under her chin and my fingers wrapped around to the back of her neck. my index finger behind her ear,...
