"When she comes:
she pulls you close
she breathes in short bursts
her eyes close
her head tilts back
her mouth opens slightly
her thighs turn to steel, and then melt
she is perfect
and you feel like you are everything."
— Mr. Henry Rollins (via namelessin314)

My husband just admitted to me while I was teasing him and stroking his cock that one of his hottest memories is when we had a boy over for a threesome and I got out of the shower and settled in between them on the couch all wrapped up in my towel, radiating anticipation and nerves and excitement. I love that in spite of the long list of depraved and creative and kinky things we’ve done together it’s a moment like that one that stands out to him. 

Remember when this happened?
(I still think back and say “Did that really happen!?!?”)
It’s only been a year since I last had a threesome with two boys, but it feels like forever. 

Remember when this happened?

(I still think back and say “Did that really happen!?!?”)

It’s only been a year since I last had a threesome with two boys, but it feels like forever. 

I meant to post this as my ‘Current Status’ earlier, but I was too busy doing this. So here it is now. Because it makes me smile and sigh…

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I used to do this when I was a little girl. My family still teases me for it. “Look! I’m a flower!!!” I’d say, my dress over my head in full bloom. I thought it was clever. When I started going to school my Mother had to have a talk with me about the Importance of Wearing Panties. Social conventions were never intuitive to me. 


Source:Cedric Padrel

I used to do this when I was a little girl. My family still teases me for it. “Look! I’m a flower!!!” I’d say, my dress over my head in full bloom. I thought it was clever. When I started going to school my Mother had to have a talk with me about the Importance of Wearing Panties. Social conventions were never intuitive to me. 

Source:Cedric Padrel

Some of the best spank bank material is aural; soundbites, soundtracks, moans and hard breaths. My husband still conjures the memory of Euro Girl’s accent when she gasped “Ohhhhh (insert hubs name here)! That’s so deep,” just as her husband walked back into the room. 
Speaking of which? Kinky Casey unveiled some super sexy audio today. It’s a fantasy that is oh-so-dear to my heart. You have to listen if you haven’t already. (Only when you’re able to take down your pants and cum because that is what will happen when you hear it. Promise.)
Also why did nobody ever tell me you could add /chrono after a tumblr tag url and see a chronological version of the posts? (I linked to the Euro Girl stories above in chronological sequence for an example of why this is awesome.) Are there other cool tricks I’m too inept to know about? Please share!

Some of the best spank bank material is aural; soundbites, soundtracks, moans and hard breaths. My husband still conjures the memory of Euro Girl’s accent when she gasped “Ohhhhh (insert hubs name here)! That’s so deep,” just as her husband walked back into the room. 

Speaking of which? Kinky Casey unveiled some super sexy audio today. It’s a fantasy that is oh-so-dear to my heart. You have to listen if you haven’t already. (Only when you’re able to take down your pants and cum because that is what will happen when you hear it. Promise.)

Also why did nobody ever tell me you could add /chrono after a tumblr tag url and see a chronological version of the posts? (I linked to the Euro Girl stories above in chronological sequence for an example of why this is awesome.) Are there other cool tricks I’m too inept to know about? Please share!

(I completely forgot about this, I posted it in October of 2011. How could one forget such a hot lil’ piece of afternoon delight? I came across it while searching for a different post and it jogged my memory and I can remember what he was wearing and how we smelled. Memory is a funny thing. It’s a good thing I write things down… -Heart)

He works with his hands, so usually we don’t get a chance to talk on the phone during the day. He had an unexpected window of time this afternoon, and I was home. “Call me?” his text said. I smirked. I hoped he wanted me to cum for him over the phone.

I curled up in bed, slid my panties down around my ankles and dialed his number. He told me he’d been looking through all the dirty pictures I’d sent him in the past few weeks on his phone and it made him hard as a rock. “I can’t touch myself, I’m at work,” he said. “But I can listen to you.” I pouted because I wanted to make him cum too.

He told me he wished someone would show up and fuck me so he could listen. “What would you do with a big hard cock right now?” he asked. I told him I wanted to play with myself while they straddled my chest and fucked my pretty mouth. I told him how wet I was and how much I wished he was here. I asked him to touch his cock for me. “I’m waiting until you really want it.” he replied. “I do!” I said, a little too enthusiastically, “I really do.” I whined. “Alright, I’ll be there in three seconds,” he said and I heard a click and the dial tone.

I was stunned. I lay there with the phone in my hand; he’d hung up. Was he serious? He couldn’t be serious. And then I heard his key in the door and his heavy footsteps through the house. I was shocked, but elated… and incredibly turned on.

As soon as he walked into the bedroom he started to undo his belt and strip down out of his dirty work clothes. I was on my back, my fingers circling my clit. He smiled at me and I melted. “Sneaky, sneaky boy!” I giggled as he climbed on top of me and gave me exactly what I wanted.

I was so close to cumming from the excitement of it all. “Like this baby?” he asked as he grabbed my hair to lift my head so I could take more of his hardness in my mouth. “Mmm hmm,” I said with my mouth full. “More baby?” he asked. “Mmm hmm,” I replied as he slowly pushed himself deep into my throat. 

When he could tell I was about to cum he put my legs over his shoulders and slid into my wet pussy. I gasped. My panties, cotton with pretty green stars, were still around one ankle and with an evil grin he grabbed them and threw them in my face. “They’re very wet you dirty girl,” he said, but before I could reply he had them in his hands again and used them to choke me while he fucked me hard.

“I’m gonna cum all over you and then leave,” he said.

And he did. (But he kissed me and snuggled me first.)

I’ve always been plagued by my memory when it comes to the calendar. 
I’ll never forget that my first boyfriend asked me out on June 22nd, and on February 15th I fucked a girl for the first time, and my husband proposed to me on October 12th, and the girl with whom we entered our first poly relationship was born two days before my husband, and our first date with our girlfriend & boyfriend was October 24th, and Cub first kissed me on March 5th, and a year ago today I was counting down the minutes until I picked Sunny up from the airport. 
I can’t remember a phone number or my bank balance to save my life, numbers swim from my head like minnows fleeing shadows, but these dates stick.
They stay with me, year after year. 

I’ve always been plagued by my memory when it comes to the calendar. 

I’ll never forget that my first boyfriend asked me out on June 22nd, and on February 15th I fucked a girl for the first time, and my husband proposed to me on October 12th, and the girl with whom we entered our first poly relationship was born two days before my husband, and our first date with our girlfriend & boyfriend was October 24th, and Cub first kissed me on March 5th, and a year ago today I was counting down the minutes until I picked Sunny up from the airport. 

I can’t remember a phone number or my bank balance to save my life, numbers swim from my head like minnows fleeing shadows, but these dates stick.

They stay with me, year after year. 

Tags | dates | bunny | light | Little | memory | sigh | thoughts |
Such a distant memory, that day we hid in my sheets and confessed all of our worst fears and not-so-secret secrets. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet I can conjure in a heartbeat the way her eyes looked past me. 

Such a distant memory, that day we hid in my sheets and confessed all of our worst fears and not-so-secret secrets. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet I can conjure in a heartbeat the way her eyes looked past me. 

Tags | panties | bed | bum | bums | feet | girls | intimacy | memory | thoughts |

Can you conjure, in your head, the way it sounds when your name escapes their lips? The particular inflection, the rise and fall of the syllables? The way it sounds when they’re laughing it, shouting it, exasperated and forcing it, sleepily dreaming it, or moaning it against your mouth? What do they call you in those moments? How does it command your attention, ply your heart, pull you to them? Nobody else says it quite that way.

coketalk:

Say My Name - Cyril Hahn Remix

Fuck to this.

When I look at this picture (from 4 years ago) I see so many things; the shot of whiskey in my hand, the cross around her neck, the zebra-print bra under my batman shirt, the brownies she made, his arm around her, my messy pigtails.
I remember that we played Pictionary that night and giggled a lot. I remember we had just started dating and we were celebrating a little milestone that night and I still had butterflies in my tummy when they walked through our front door.
But mostly when I look at this picture I remember how she smelled, and how her mouth felt against mine; small and needy and eager. Just like her.

When I look at this picture (from 4 years ago) I see so many things; the shot of whiskey in my hand, the cross around her neck, the zebra-print bra under my batman shirt, the brownies she made, his arm around her, my messy pigtails.

I remember that we played Pictionary that night and giggled a lot. I remember we had just started dating and we were celebrating a little milestone that night and I still had butterflies in my tummy when they walked through our front door.

But mostly when I look at this picture I remember how she smelled, and how her mouth felt against mine; small and needy and eager. Just like her.

Current status: Tea and daydreaming. <3

quickienewyork: ©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#562)
She was sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a silk tie wrapped around both wrists.
Her hands were behind her back and her chin was up. Her chest was rising and falling with short quick breaths and her lipstick was smudged just enough. I turned the music up so loudly that I couldn’t hear her, and I closed my eyes as I undid my belt. I leaned back just enough as my hand slipped into my pants. And I remembered.
I remembered the first time I slapped her face, and I recalled our first kiss. I remembered her crying as I told her she was almost enough; she came for me so gently I had to press my ear to her lips to hear her moans. I thought about her begging and pleading when I took her ass, and I thought about how pretty her eyes get when she’s lost in need.
My hand moved faster as each memory surged through my body, but it wasn’t until I was close to the edge that I went to her. She laughed with joy as I pulled her head back by her hair, and she opened her mouth in relief.
As I came I remembered the first time she used my name when she told me she loved me.

Current status: Tea and daydreaming. <3

quickienewyork: ©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#562)

She was sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a silk tie wrapped around both wrists.

Her hands were behind her back and her chin was up. Her chest was rising and falling with short quick breaths and her lipstick was smudged just enough. I turned the music up so loudly that I couldn’t hear her, and I closed my eyes as I undid my belt. I leaned back just enough as my hand slipped into my pants. And I remembered.

I remembered the first time I slapped her face, and I recalled our first kiss. I remembered her crying as I told her she was almost enough; she came for me so gently I had to press my ear to her lips to hear her moans. I thought about her begging and pleading when I took her ass, and I thought about how pretty her eyes get when she’s lost in need.

My hand moved faster as each memory surged through my body, but it wasn’t until I was close to the edge that I went to her. She laughed with joy as I pulled her head back by her hair, and she opened her mouth in relief.

As I came I remembered the first time she used my name when she told me she loved me.

Tags | QNY | Guy New York | erotica | sexy | belt | unf | hands | memory |
This particular brand of silly is special. &lt;3

This particular brand of silly is special. <3

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