I tiptoe into your bedroom. It was fairly dark. The moonlight streaming through the window allowed me to see your bed where you slept with your wife. I could hear my heart pounding so hard. The blood roaring in my ears. Oh god, how was I going to pull this off?

I quietly closed the door behind me, and felt my way towards you.

Your wife laid on her side, away me, you laid on your back. The bed covers resting comfortably at your waist.

I made one last panicked filled look back at the door. I should go. I should go now. Yet the idea of sucking your cock until you came while your wife laid sleeping turned me on so much I couldn’t help myself.

I was such a sex monster.

I knelt at the side of the bed. I swallowed nervously, as I checked to see if you were still sleeping.

Your face appeared to be so peaceful. Free of worry and stress.

I smiled. You were so handsome. I loved how your hair had gotten gray at your temples you were no longer the young man I fell in love, you grew older successful. I  Loved how your eyes would crinkle when you smiled. I eased the blanket gently with bated breath watching for any sign of movement.

You didnt stir.

You wore boxers. Cotton.  I bit my lip appreciatively. Stroking your thigh. Still no movement.

I slid my hand higher. Covering your cock.  I began to stroke you through your boxers, smiling when your cock began to stir. Thicker larger longer.


I glanced at your face. Your eyes were still closed. Your lips slightly parted. Your breathing caught in your chest when I squeezed your cock.

Were you sleeping or were you playing me?

Your boxers had a one button fly, i flicked it open, and snaked my hand inside. Your cock felt hot, throbbing under my fingers.

I pulled your cock free.

In the very little light, I could see how big you were. I stroked your cock some more. The precum oozing out. I took a swipe at it.

You tasted so good. I lazily lapped at the fat dome of your cock, while fisting your cock. My other hand rolling your balls, massaging them. Letting my saliva drip down to coat your cock. While my tongue snake around the length of your cock to catch the trickle of saliva.

“Oh fuck” your groan caught me off guard.

My tongue swirling around your balls, I froze. I glanced up at you.

Your eyes were closed, your fingers tight in the bedsheets. I grinned.

Did you think you were dreaming?

“Who you dreaming of, you naughty man?” I whispered.

I dragged my tongue back up the length of your cock, and took you deep into my mouth. The suction of my mouth, the pull of my lips drew another groan from you.

Without warning, your hands were in my hair hauling me off you. “What the fuck are you doing?” you angrily whispered.

I pouted. “What does it look like I was doing?”

“With my wife! Right there! Oh my god!” you ran your fingers through your hair, and you threw another panicked glare at her then at me. “What if she woke up!”

I placed a finger on your lips. “Shh.” I whispered. “She wont if you will be quiet.”

you were completely flabbergasted. “Are you serious! You cant be sucking my cock with her in the bed next to me.”

“Be quiet!” I snapped. My fingers circled your cock. I stroked you slowly.

You groan. “Fuck!”

I kissed you, pushing you back on the bed. “And if you are good, maybe you can watch me eat her out!”

you suddenly grip my chin, forcing me to meet your gaze. Your eyes were ablaze with a strange emotion. “no. my wife is off limits. You are mine.” you growled.

I sighed. “Who knew you were such a party pooper.”

You stroked your fingers through my hair guiding my head down.

I took my time, your groans making me hot and wet.

The other side of the bed shifted.

We both froze.

The blanket tugged, and we watched as your wife snuggled deeper into sleep.

Your eyes met mine.

I smiled around your cock.

You bit back a groan while I nipped the sensitive spot just above the throbbing vein that pulsed in your thick long cock.

“I am going to cum” you warned.

When I was going to pull away. you reminded me again.

“so do it!” I grumbled crossly. “you know how I hate to waste cum on fucking facials and body shots!”

You tried not to laugh, the sound choked off into a groan.

The first few drops of your cum shot onto my tongue. The jets of cum becoming more forceful as they shot into the back of my throat. I smiled when I stroked the last of your cum from your cock.

You sank back onto the pillows, your cock softening against your belly.

“Good night, Lover” I murmured.

“Rebecca,” you warned. “you play a very dangerous game.”

I giggled. “but you enjoy it.”

“yes. Good night. I love you”

“I love you too” I blew you a kiss.

I tip toed out of your room, closing the door behind me.

-One of my favorite sex fantasies. I love cumming to this one.




You are on my mind. You are in my dreams

I wish to feel your hot breath on my skin

feel how my body reacts as your hands and mouth


your hungry excitement in every caress

I trail my hand down my between my thighs

as I imagine you between them.

I am so wet.

I rub my clit, I want your cock inside me

to feel you so deep

I wish to dig my nails in your back, as you whisper

hot naughty words in my ear. How much you love me

I can almost taste the sweat of your skin as you make me yours

My fingers are slick with my cream, I am lost in blissful sensations as my orgasms

are about to crash over me.

I need you to fuck me harder, take me higher and I cum moaning your name.

Oh if only you were here.




Seriously why are there still James Deen gifs out there.

Why are women still getting uber-wet at the thought of him boning them?

Because you know, stepping on a girl’s face while fucking her ass is so fucking hot.

-random thought after  I almost threw up in my mouth scrolling past a James Deen Gif. I just ate!




“Did I ever tell you,” M began coolly “that when I first began reading your blog I was amused.” his fingers stroked over my hair, a gesture I often found comforting. The way the tips of his fingers would massage my scalp, a sensual pleasure I enjoyed. “You were so goofy and sweet in your honesty.”

I frowned. Was he complimenting me or was he insulting me? I tilted my head back to look up at him. “Thank you. You are making me blush” I replied drily.

“Learning things about you was quite an experience,” he went on as if he didnt hear me. “especially when I realized how sexually adventurous you wanted to be.”

M’s eyes darkened considerably. “I don’t think I am a possessive man,” he let his fingers trail down my shoulders back up to frame my face. “However I found I have a jealous streak when I realized I didnt want to share you with anyone. Male or female.”

I smiled. “Did you really?”

M tapped my lips with one long finger. “You have such a mouth on you.”

My eyes twinkled mischievously. Lips parting, my tongue peeked out and swirled around his finger. He inhaled sharply. His mouth covered mine, his fingers inching up to grip the back of my neck. His kiss was hot hungry.

M reached down to tug at my leggings, pushing them down, as I yanked my shirt over my head.

Breathless we stared at each other. “I waited a long time for you.” he whispered. He cupped my breasts, thumbing my nipples.

I whimpered, my nipples were sensitive. His touch made me ache all over. My pussy was wet, I needed his touch, I needed him to put the fire burning inside me out. I  covered his hands with my own. “I am sure you did.” I drawled sarcastically.

His gaze burned into mine. “You are mine. I wont share you with anyone with else.”

I let go of his hands, mine framing his face. “I wont share you with anyone else. You want to fuck me?” I demanded. “Its only me”

He chuckled “Honey, we will fuck, we will have sex in every position in Kama Sutra but later I will make love to you.” he kissed me again. “I will make all those fantasies you write about nothing words on paper.”

“They will be nothing but a memory, a silly girl’s idea of how to love. I want you for the rest of my life.” he whispered. ”

  • A dream I had that M read my erotica, got extremely jealous

write what you long for


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why are we always afraid of writing of how we feel, what we want what we desire?

Why are we always afraid of using the words we want?

Why are we always afraid of offending our readers and followers. Arent they there to support us no matter what we write. (except politics of course)

we write what we feel. we write what we long for. we write our desires or we arent writers anymore.

so write what you long for

  • thoughts on: trying to be myself without offending people with too much sexiness. (not saying I am sexy. the posts being sexy)

Small things cum in small packages 


Well this came in the mail

Wtf is this?!



I woke up all wet and horny as fuck! I wanted a cock to destroy  my pussy or a pussy to devour