I’m Not Letting Go [SS302]

 

 

I’ve been fearful about allowing  Mr. Sam to go down on me. It’s another step closer to sex. I’m not ready. Not sure I’ll ever be ready. Too nervous. However it feels so good.

I let my guard down, my panties were still on. He moved them to the side. I tried to maintain control. It felt really good. Maybe too good.

“Wait. Stop.”

There was no forcefulness in my voice. He tightened his grip on my thighs.

“Stoppppp.” I tried pulling away from him. He slowed down. Oh don’t slow down, my mind is thinking. Ohhh it feels….and he knew I was cumming.

His grip was even tighter than before. He said “if you weren’t so damn edible it wouldn’t be an issue.”

 

 

Good to the Last Drop [SS302]

After Mr. Sam and I arrived back from the store. We went upstairs to his room to hide away from the world for the day. I enjoyed getting him worked up, watching him watch me. I couldn’t control my desire to feel him in my mouth, to taste him.

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I normally finish to the last drop but Mr. Sam has been without for a very long time. I couldn’t keep up with the overflow. I will be writing the story that leads up to this photo. I’m sure you wanna hear all about it.

The story is titled “My Mouth Couldn’t Handle the Overflow”

E[Lust] 90


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Please You to Please Me

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Writing About Writing

The Curious Case of Trigger Warnings
Writing About It All

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

PLEASING THE MISTRESS
Reader Q&A: Dominant women struggle, turn-ons
Chastity Questions
Not every hole is a goal

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Picture is Worth…
Morning Stretch
Lovemaking Almost Too Brilliant To Describe
The GP
I Want
Indescribable Pleasure
Humiliating an ex-Nazi: Raylene’s 2nd dozen
Preparation
I love big, fat dicks

Erotic Fiction

Dude, You’re Wet!
When Love Becomes a Weakness
On a Silver Platter
The Silent Treatment
A Seasonal Affair
Three in a Stall
Schoolgirl Uniform
The New Principal 4: Escape

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Anal Retentive Or Just OCD?

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Mistletoe: A Lusty Limerick

 

Elust 88

Having Drinks with Mr. Sam

Sunday night is quieter from the other days, except during football season. But, due to the weather this was a dead Sunday at the dive bar. Mr. Sam must have walked in seconds before I did, he was still taking off his coat. There wasn’t a good place at the bar, so we walked over to the corner booth. It’s a round booth in the corner, tucked away from onlookers.
“Sitting here isn’t going to be obvious, is it?” He said.
“I don’t care. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” I replied.
“Yet…you forgot to say yet.”
I laughed after he said that. We sat there for a few minutes before Astro walked over to turn on the overhead lights and the bar lights. We both looked at each other and smiled.
He walked back to his side of the bar. A few minutes later “Bubbles” walked up to us … “How are you guys doing? Hey, I can’t believe how stupid Charlie is and what he did.”
I didn’t want to be in the dark, but I didn’t understand what she was talking about. I sat there and nodded my head. “Don’t worry no one associates you with him anymore.”
Now that made me kind of nervous, considering what other shit I have heard and been told on the street. “Well, thank heaven for that. We haven’t been together in years. We hung out together these passed through years. You know, Charlie his charming personality, it’s difficult to stay mad at him.”
“I know right. He really is sweet. But a total fuck-up.”
I laughed. We talked about some of our mutual bar friends and life. She got up after she finished her drink with us, walking back to sit at the bar.

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Mr. Sam & I were talking about general stuff, there was never any touching each other. We have tried to keep the status of our relationship a secret, but after last Friday I think it’s a bust. I haven’t even written about that night yet! oh lord.
We stayed until about 10pm. Catching a nice little buzz, we left and headed to his place.

“Are you gonna be brave enough to come inside or you gonna just drop me off?” I’m deciding on the two options I had, “Yes, I’ll go inside with you.”
I knew he lives with his parents who are both suffering from several health issues. I felt like a teenager again being snuck into the house. He held my hand as we walked up the stairs. Opened the door with his name on it, which I laughed. His parents were asleep, and it was so quiet in the house. I stood there as he closed the door behind him. “Do you want water or coffee?”
“Water…I need water.” I answered.
I sat on the end of his bed drinking my bottled water. He sat next to me, we didn’t speak a word. He started to gently caress my arm back and forth. I felt relaxed. He leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back. We laid back on the bed, moving up on the bed. My boots are hanging off the edge of the bed because I wasn’t taking them off. He rolled over on top of me. We’re still kissing, I feel him grind his hard cock on me over our jeans. Can this really be happening? Are we dry humping? Yes. we are. Inside I’m laughing but on the outside we are kissing hard & deep. He rolls over on to his back and I curl up next to him. He holds me tight, caressing my back. I drift off on his chest. I wake up to the sound of myself snoring. He laughed. “I wasn’t falling asleep because I know you hafta leave soon.”
“Another 30 minutes.”
We talked about the rest of the week and he showed me some of his art work. Time was up and he walked me out.

Read what happens next in “Hiding Away” 

Yesterday’s Thoughts & Today’s Wants [SS3000]

Friday December 30, 2017 I had an emotional melt down. A day of feeling only sadness. It was the same day I took the Cat Woman photos.

I took those first, I started to feel the emotions build up inside and I thought I’m going to go with it.

I didn’t want to use the Nikon, so I used my iPhone. I held the smartphone as the tears started to flow down my face.

What kind of shocked me is how much I liked how they came out. I shared this with some of my friends, who had invited me to a New Year’s Eve party. I told them, “I’m not attending I’m just not feeling it. They said “you look so sad in those photos.” Good. Because that was what I was going for.

Mr. Sam said “Looking at them makes me sad, but I can’t stop looking at them.” Mr. Sam came up with the titles for these photos.

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I have since snapped myself out of that 24 hr meltdown. I am back to my sarcastic and slutty habits.

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There’s Always a Motive with Charlie

I figured since I made it past Halloween that he was gone from my life. Most sociopaths leave after they have used up all the resources of their current victim. However, we have a strange bond I have yet to put my finger on. Being involved with a sociopath is a difficult and strenuous game. I would not recommend playing this game at all. It’s too easy to lose direction, your goal and most important your sanity. I have been sick for about 4 weeks now. Coughing most of the night, not sleeping well. I heard my phone vibrate, since I was already awake I figured I would look at it.

The text was from Charlie

“don’t know me still??!!

I know you! wassup?

mhmmm. wtf u been doing? not talking to me i know that much. but anything else interesting?

I figured you were busy.

(I lied) nothing interesting, just been sick the last few weeks. wassup with you besides drama?!

lol IDGAF everyone’s always in my biz but they always twist it up.

that’s the truth. what I hate is folks telling me about your shit. like one of your exes telling me you gave her your new number.

aha. she never used it. thing is that folks always add on to the story they tell about me.

true again. the stories are never boring for sure.

oh no?! why would they be that? hafta make juicy.

tacos tomorrow?!

it’s what we used to do, back in the day. then onto drinks, partying all long and running & gunning.

mmm tacos. not sure. I have other commitments (which I do, every night).

ahhh well just saying. well let me know when u can get away then…love to hang out with you again.”

Here is where I begin to see some of the motivation behind his contact.  The holidays soon approach, I was the one who can most relate to his loneliness and despair during the holiday season. I also know that he must be without a current victim. Someone who he calls, sucks up to to get what he needs & wants. Whatever that might be at the time. Otherwise he wouldn’t be texting me.

“it would be fun hanging with you too. but don’t think i would be able to anytime soon. we are so dysfunctional.

well, duh!!! well i’m sure u can work it out. U ALWAYS do!!!

true. but I’m trying to be responsbile. aren’t you working?

yup. i’m here. tired, bored and hungry.

Anything else new with you, that i don’t know about?

all about US!!! DUH

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This is where I let him know that I am aware of his selfishly motivated need to reach out to me. He wants or needs something from me, but what that is I am not sure of yet.

naaa. nothing really new. just working on that old case from C. (the crazy cunt, i call her). I hired a new lawyer.

oh. that case isn’t closed yet?! damn almost a year now.

nope. ain’t closed yet. they wanna gimme 1-3 and i ain’t going to the joint because of some crazy bitch.

(He sends me a photo of himself & a new girl in costume from this past Halloween).

oh your new girl? how cute.

nah just a friend.

i aint your momma or wife aint gotta lie

FRIEND! she already told me i’m too flirty with everyone so she could never be with me

you can wear her down, if you wanted too. if you go to jail, i’ll write you! lol

lol better come SEE me! yeah and u know babe, THAT’s too much work for me to try & wear them wear down

I ain’t driving more than 50 miles! lol there is always another one standing in line behind her.

EXACTLY!

ppl like us always have our next victim ready, move on to the next after bleeding the first dry.

This is my way of letting him know I still remember what he’s all about. How he acts, how he thinks.

lol ain’t gotta put it all like that honey. but it’s true.

it’s what we do and who we are.

I used to think like this, at times I still do. It just really depends on the person. Anymore, it’s just a matter of time before they leave my life. There are few actual friends that I have remaining in my life, for whatever the reason. I’ve been told on numerous occasions that I’m mean, heartless and at times manipulative. I will remain loyal to those friends who are in my life. I will do what I can, when I can. I will always be there for them when I can. It’s those others who for some reason, don’t click with me are the ones that don’t remain in my life.

ah well, guess it is what it is. just know i’m done with that love shit! never worked for me! see you should come out here to the parking lot…dark… secluded and i miss your lips!!!

And here we are! the admission of never longer looking for love and waiting me to visit him. His offering of a hint of what he thinks I crave & desire from him.


This is an old post that I found buried in my drafts folder. This was last year around this time. We started falling apart after this time period. As long toxic and dysfunctional relationships we couldn’t seem to let go of each other until we had no choice in the matter. Sadly, I keep thinking I can replace him with someone. How twisted is that?! Like most recovering junkies I’m trying to find another fix, but there isn’t one. This is all part of the insanity, torn in two.

I have written the end to this chapter of Charlie.

The Drunken Mr Black [The Bar The Booze and Me]

Everyone was having a rough time, most were on the verge of blacking out. When I got there Mr. Black was already there, he was with Sheila. He was all over her, when she was able to she escaped out the door.

That left me. He staggered over and sat down next to me. Slurring his words he kept on about going home with me. That no one would care, he kept trying to touch my breast. guys in there don’t think my tits are real. He would lean-to me whispering “lemme see them, can I touch them?”

No.

He held on to my hands. He kissed the tops of them. “God, your hands smell so good.”

He leans in closer and takes a deep breath. “Oh YES! You smell amazing! Hey due….come here and smell her!”

Dude looked at me and said “Mr. Black I’ll take your word for it.”The Bar The Booze and Me

Mr. Black is the type of man who doesn’t like to take no for an answer. He also doesn’t like not knowing who is in his bar. Some of the members of the PHG walked in and we all sat down together. But the peace didn’t last long, Mr. Black  approached the table and demanded to know who some of the guys were. I didn’t confront Mr. Black at first. But I had to do something when he started screaming at one of the guys who was just sitting there.

“What are you looking at? Who the fuck are you anyway? You keep looking at me and I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

When he lunged at one of the guys I jumped up “Mr. Black. Mr. Black! They’re with me. This is….and this is….They are with me!”

With fire in his eyes Mr. Black stared at me, “Why are you sticking up for these nobodies? You know if Charlie was here, you wouldn’t even be sitting there with them. You know that if Charlie was here he would have knocked them punk ass bitches out! Tell me he wouldn’t. I dare you! Tell me!”

I lowered my head. He was right. If Charlie was there, I would have never even approached the table. I would have been sitting with Charlie. Mr. Black tried to get himself in control but I could see the booze taking its toll. He had the white foam around his mouth, he’s eyes couldn’t focus and his rage was frightening. He sat down at the bar for a few minutes, he came back over. His arms embraced me from behind, he whispers in my ear more about whatever. I knew he was drunk and would not hold that against him (yet).

One of the PHG members had mentioned “I was waiting for you to give that look of concern or fear so I could step, but you never gave it.”

No. I didn’t. But in the back of my mind I thought when in a bar like this when men get riled up in to a frenzy could be very dangerous for any woman. I knew it was time to leave as soon as I found opportunity. I didn’t want Mr. black to see me leave because I didn’t want him following me.

Mr Black had proven in the past to be very strong & determined. Astro had stood up to him earlier and got knocked to the ground. Astro also know everything would be taken care if anything got too out of hand. Mr Black wanted me to return to his home for the evening. Saying things like Charlie won’t mind. Charlie is a good guy, my friend. I would laugh “Mr Black I know all about you and Charlie. I’m not leaving with you.”

“Why do you treat me like that? What do you know about me?”

“I know….Charlie…told me….”

“What a bastard! Why would he tell you that?”

I felt an evil grin appear on my face.

Mr Black staggered to the bathroom, Astro pointed to the back door, and I took the cue. Walked fast, didn’t look back.

A week later I went back. Astro approached me shortly after I sat down. “Mr Black sends his apologizes and wants to pay for your drinks.”

“Oh, wow. Thank you and I accept his apology.”

I enjoyed my drinks for the evening.

Weeks later I was enjoying my evening when Mr Black walked in. This was the first time since our little incident. He approached me “I sincerely apologize for my rude behavior, if you just refresh my memory. Did I do anything…anything…that offended you or upset you in any way?”

I had to take of this moment. I changed my facial expression to that of regret and sadness. “You mean you don’t remember us out in the parking lot? Or your house? You don’t remember all those beautiful things you said to me?!”

He looked back at Astro like “WTF?! You didn’t tell me any of that!” His face turned red and he shamefully looked down at the ground. “No. I don’t remember anything. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m soooo sorry!” On the edge of tears when I touched his arm and said “I forgive you and nothing happened. I mean nothing happened!”

His body collapsed with relief. Astro and a few of the other crew cracked up laughing. Mr Black walked to them, but before he made it there I yelled “Hey Mr Black since your crew is always asking if my tits are natural,  can you vouch to the fact my tits are real since you felt them up every chance you had?!” He turned a brighter shade of red and just kept shaking his head.

I laughed as I lifted my drink to all of the crew members.

Christmas isn’t all that Festive [KOTW]

Christmas brings a series of mixed emotions for me. As the years pass, I think Christmas has lost its luster for me.

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I do have so wonderful memories of Christmas Past.

Back when I was 13 yrs old I received my first kiss from a 16 yr old. I gave him my heart that night while watching “It’s a Wonderful Life.” It was Christmas eve night. I remember it was something out of a movie, he was gentle and it was romantic. Kissing by the light of the television. He held my chin with his hand, guiding me towards his face. Because we lost contact, Christmas would depress me. I would always flashback to that moment when I fell in love with him. I needed closure. A few years back, I decided to enter his name in Facebook and voila! I found him. We did talk, I got the closure I needed and Christmas wasn’t so emotionally painful for me anymore. day 1 of sassys sexmas

Christmas doesn’t do anything for me when it comes to sex. Although I am on winter break until the second week in January. I tend to drink a lot more, go out to the bar a lot more and yes get into trouble a lot more. My impulsive and risky behavior is in maximum drive. Currently I am involved in a situation that has me afraid and excited. His name is Mr. Sam and I’m not sure what to do with him. I know that because of the Christmas holiday my involvement has escalated to a level that makes me very nervous.

I try to keep my mind occupied with things that won’t trigger any depression or outbursts. I avoid the work Christmas party, I avoid my family Christmas gatherings. My two oldest children do not call or visit to wish me Merry Christmas.

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I guess that’s why I started doing my 12 Days of Sexmas photo challenge. It keeps me busy.

I think Christmas is when people are at their worse, rude and selfish. I believe that Christmas is for the young. Is my bitterness showing? In my household there are no exchange of presents with my hubby. He buys his own and I get money to buy mine. We used to do the gift exchange but it seemed like to much work. I didn’t want to do it anymore. Somewhere I lost my Christmas spirit. Not sure I even want it back.

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I’m almost embarrassed to share this, like I should have some hot & steamy sex story but I got nothing.

 

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