The Strawberry Blonde

So we sit in a pub, conversation flowing readily and I'm talking and animating. As we sip our drinks your hands reach out to touch mine. I run my finger tips over your wrists and stroke your thumb between them. I watch your hands and your mouth when you're talking and I think how sweet they'll feel knuckle deep in my flesh or wrapped around my waist. Your eyes crease up when you smile and I tell you I am worried about wrinkles. You laugh at me. When we wait for your train you ask me if Im going to kiss you. I stare at you, then I stare at the ground. You kiss me tenderly. I reciprocate. There is a yearning of arousal. You tell me I'm cute, or that the situation is cute, I'm not sure which or what. You tell me I have a pretty face and I think you'll make it look much prettier when we go to bed together. Sodden or flushed or both. I lean against the wall and you stand in front of me, you push your body against my body and we carry on kissing. I scratch the hair on the back of your neck and nip your bottom lip gently. You clasp the side of my throat with your hand. I twinge and squirm. You say goodbye and we think about each other for a while.

Like Old Times

"So are you going to fuck me or not?"

I sat on your lap and felt you thick hard cock slide painfully inside me, all stretched out like putty. I rocked on your lap, all different speeds and sensations. So satisfyingly filling. You yanked me onto my back and fucked me in that old fashioned way. I closed my eyes and myself drift off. Deep and filling, too deep and painful. We fucked for a long time and then we went for ice cream.

Pornography

She watches the girl open herself up to get fucked through the dust of the screen.

She delves her fingers in between her legs and rubs against herself.

The girl on the screen opens her mouth in a silent 'oh'.

Her lips are sealed tight and bitten down, cut on the lower side with a slight red mark.

She needs to stop biting her lips.

The girl on the screen is twisted and bent and experienced.

She is leaking and watching.

Not Directly Related To Getting Fucked

I've never really known what it feels like to get fucked over before now. My friends have all been good friends. Strong true friends, so why would one decide to mess me around? Don't spread malicious cruel truths to try and get one up on me. I hope karma bites you hard and gives you a right dark bruise.

Is it ok to use your blog to drunk post?