Month: September 2012
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Delicious Curves
My fingers caress your curves as I take you in my hand. Smooth curves. Delicious curves. As I take you in my mouth I can taste you. My tongue runs along every part. Lightly I take you between my teeth as my ecstasy grows. Tongue and teeth on your curves I can hardly hold myself…
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Fuck It
Fuck it. A term I need to remember to use on a daily basis. The donor used to call me and probably still does the Connecticut Killjoy. He said I sucked the fun out of everything because I was too serious. And there are times but don’t tell him that I agree. I often find…
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Physically Stuck in a Rut
I haven’t been myself lately. I’ve done nothing but beat myself up, wondering why the people in my life are here and why people who have left, left. I can’t look at myself in the mirror without feeling as if I don’t physically recognize the person looking back at me. I hate how I feel…