Cum-munication
Trituration Knees up, thighs splayed wide, my slippery wet is overriding my fingers’ desperate attempts to unhood my clit. He is between my knees, kneeling, pushing his ringed hardness (Where... Read...
View ArticleReality Bytes: Reflections on Managing Expectations
The photo above was taken in September 2017 while walking on the beach with my visiting long-distance partner. (Henceforth, long-distance partner = LDP) The photograph seems metaphorical somehow....
View ArticleThe Time To Say “I Love You”
He settles in beside me, snugging his lean angles against my curves as we sip hot cocoa in front of the fireplace and bathe in the warm glow it emits.... Read more » The post The Time To Say “I Love...
View ArticleHow My Husband Saved Halloween
OR: Setbacks, Sesame Street, and Small Sweetnesses I suppose I should begin by saying that Halloween isn’t really a thing for me. I don’t typically ‘celebrate’ it in any kind... Read more » The post...
View ArticleThe Trail
It was July. ‘Hot’ is a relative term, but compared to the temps we normally experience in our clime during July, it was hot. “Let’s go explore the trail,” I’d... Read more » The post The Trail...
View ArticleAfter All These Years
My husband’s birthday was yesterday. Seventeen years ago, on his birthday, I gave him my phone number. Two days later – the anniversary of which is tomorrow – we spent... Read more » The post After All...
View ArticleBirds of a Feather
Seriously… This is US. The whole yahtzee thing, the boobies, the song… My God, the SONG. “Steppin’ for your puffin muffin…” If you’re in a long term relationship (and still... Read more » The post...
View ArticleGive Me Your Heart, Make It Real
. . . or else forget about it . . . . His explosion is like a steampot, lid blown clear of the top from heat and pressure unseen but... Read more » The post Give Me Your Heart, Make It Real appeared...
View ArticleListening
Seventeen It’s a dim stipple memory, dark maroon in the backseat-upholstery not-quite-un-comfortable positioning of back against bench, a worn denim reminder of the seam of my jeans rubbing just…...
View ArticleTo All The Boys I’ve Loved Before
1979 “Children, behave!”That’s what they say when we’re together Tommy James & The Shondells Jay-Jay: I was three years old; you were almost five. ‘Cousins’ was what we thought we... Read more »...
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