Mommy Undressed

Category: Sexy Time…Or Not

  • Hell Tacos

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    I can’t tell you why the donor ever decided to get double box springs for the Queen sized bed he purchased back in the summer of 2006. It was a Queen sized bed. A Queen. Not a King. Not a California King. A Queen. We weren’t sleeping in some vast luxury bed needing the latest…

  • Delicious Curves

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    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…

  • The Sandman

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    The Sandman. That little man who comes into your room every night and sprinkles sand on your eyes to make you sleepy and help you drift off into dream land. There have been songs and poems written about him. Mothers pray that he will come sprinkle sand on the little children across the hall who…

  • We’ve Danced This Dance Before

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    I lick you slowly with my tongue. Slowly from base to tip. Your smoothness glides in my mouth as you satisfy me. As I close my eyes I can smell your sweetness. My lips wrap around you and take you in completely. Suddenly a salty taste fills me. Your warmth slides down my throat. I…

  • Hair, Glorious Hair….or not.

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    So here I am, Mommy Undressed….who hasn’t been ‘undressed’ in front of people, other than BF and the minions on pants off Friday, in over a year. I know what you’re thinking, why would a mommy be undressed in front of anyone? Well, when I turned 30 I was in a much different place. My…

  • I Could Do This All Night

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    And there you are before me. In all your black glory. Naked in front of me. I reach for you. I hold you in my hands as I bring your smooth head to my lips. Slowly you fill my mouth. I forget every time how wonderful you taste. And how full you really are. Up…

  • First Kiss

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    I don’t believe anyone who tells me that thier first kiss ever was magical or first time having sex for that matter. I just don’t think it exsists much like men who go Jarod. So if you tell me you had the perfect ‘first kiss’ I’m going to assume you are also a chronic lier.…

  • I Will Not Be THAT Mom

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    Holy cow! I forgot how much spinning fucking sucks hurts. After an hour of jumping in and out of the saddle and cranking up the resistance…..I wanna stab someone my legs feel like flabby jello molds. To make matters worse, it was an hour of the instructor reminding me that I hadn’t been there in…

  • Mommy’s Toy Box

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    I have a toy box at home, and no its not filled with army men and Barbies. It’s filled with mommy’s toys. Don’t judge me, you wish you had one too. I have a bit of an obsession some would say a problem with toys. Unfortunately it has taken me some time to build up…

  • Face to Face

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    As many of you know BF and I don’t get an awful lot of alone time. He works midnights and I go to school all day. He needs his alone time and I need mine. Then you add 4 kids coming and going all the time. Let’s just say things are bit crazy at best.…