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4 months ago. Wednesday, September 10, 2025 at 5:04 PM

When works at home he likes me on my knees next to his desk. He ignores me so sometimes I reach out and touch his leg. He immediately pulls me up by my arm and drapes me across his lap. He administer 5 swift hard smacks and then lowers me back down to the floor. Neither of us has spoken a word. Other times, like when he is on a conference call and dislikes one of the participants, he needs me naked and bent over his desk just out of camera range, so when he wants to say something he shouldn’t he can smack my ass in frustration. Or if he’s bored on the call he’ll run his hand up between my legs and play with my pussy. I love conference call days at home.

When he goes into the office he sometimes takes me with him. He likes me to sit in his guest chair while he works. I’m to cross and uncross my legs and fidget in the chair so my skirt rides up and when it reaches the tops of my thighs he says, “Pull it up farther and sink your fingers into your pussy and make yourself cum quietly but make sure I can hear you.” His eyes never leave his computer. As soon as I cum he points to the floor by his chair and says, “Crawl over here now.” When I reach the desk he moves his chair back and points under the desk, no words needed. I get under the desk and he pulls his chair in close. I watch has his hands unzip his pants and he pulls his cock out. “Open your mouth baby.” I open and start to suck his cock. He continues to work right up until he cums down my throat. “Swallow it all, every drop. There better not be any on the carpet” he hisses.

When he works late and calls me up to come down to the office I always know what he needs. I dress appropriately in sexy lingerie and my “hooker heels.” I use the special key card that brings the elevator right to his floor. I quietly saunter to his office and knock. He looks up and wiggles his finger at me. I open my coat to show him what I’m wearing. Then he’ll crook his finger beckoning me to walk over. When I get to his desk I drop the coat and slide between his chair and the desk. He’s pushed his computer to the side in preparation so he lifts me onto the desk. “Did you bring me dinner?” he asks. “I’m sorry I forgot” I reply innocently. “Then I guess I’ll have to go right to dessert.” he sighs. He pushes my knees apart and smiles. “Looks like you were prepared for this. Did you forget dinner on purpose?” He slides his finger through my crotchless panties, and puts it in his mouth. “Yum, I guess this will have to” After he’s feasted on my pussy he turns me around and fucks me hard. “This is your punishment for forgetting dinner” he says as he slammed into me. “Maybe next time you won’t forget” he says as he shoots cum all over my ass and back. I smile, knowing that I will always for get dinner.

 

4 months ago. Tuesday, September 2, 2025 at 12:33 PM

I have been thinking about my husband a lot lately. It's been 6 yrs since we "lost" him to cancer and I realize I am still angry. It's not like I misplaced him, I didn't "lose" him, something insidious took him from me and my family. It crept in while we were living our lives. It camped on our doorstep like an unwelcome guest. It hid in the shadows waiting to pounce. It was relentless and fearsome. It took and it took and it took until there was nothing left. It made sure we felt every blow, every strike, every ringing bell. It drove people away and brought people to us. It made me face my own mortality and wonder how my time will end. It took my hope and my faith and my joy and replaced it with grief and sorrow. I wish I could say that someday I'll manage to put all the pain away in a little box and store it high up on shelf but I'm not sure I ever will, however I will eventually find a way to remember without so much anger.

4 months ago. Sunday, August 31, 2025 at 4:02 PM

He found me in a cage

One of my own making

I locked myself, my true self away

Years and years ago

Who knew he would hold the key

 


He opened the door of my cage

And reached in to take my hand

He helped me stand on my own 2 feet

And for the first time in a long time

I saw there was light beyond my door

 


He knew what I needed

Even before I did

And he never hesitated to give it to me

Painful truths and long hidden desires

Were brought to the surface.

 


He encouraged

He demanded

He persisted

He pulled back

He pushed forward

 


He made me think about things long hidden

The girl I used to be

The woman I wanted to be

He told me I just needed to be brave

He said he would help me

 


So I trusted him with my heart

My body, my soul

I told him my secrets

I gave him control

And prayed he was true

4 months ago. Wednesday, August 27, 2025 at 6:13 PM

I push myself so hard trying to be what he wants me to be

Correction, what I want to be for him

I walk on the treadmill

I punish myself in the gym

I’ve learned to eat better

And I always drink all of my water

He helped set me on this path so I want to make him proud

 

When I leave the house I always wear dresses

Sans underwear of course

And at home, well no clothes required, at all

I’ve slept bare for the first time in many years

And I find that I like it

He wants my hair long

I’ve wanted that too, so long it will be

 


When I put on a collar

I thought I changed my behavior for him

He asked and I obeyed

He pushed and I conceded

He demanded and I submitted

He cajoled and surrendered

But as time’s gone on I realize, I changed for me

4 months ago. Monday, August 25, 2025 at 1:23 PM

That's right baby, shove me to my knees

Slide your dick down my throat

Feel like you're in control, I know you need that

When you pound in and out, over my tongue

And shove it all the way to the back

You think my groan is in pain or fear

But it's not

And it's not really pleasure, at least not the pleasure you were hoping for

I'ts the pleasure I get knowing you're not in control

I'ts the pleasure I get knowing that I have this secret

 

I've learned exactly what do to when your dick's in my mouth

To make you weak while I make myself strong

Taking control and owning it makes me feel powerful

I've made you crave my mouth more than my pussy

The options in my mouth are many

The suck, the deep throat, the lick, oh how you love the lick

That long, slow, lazy lick right up to the tip

The suck on the head before I take you all the way down

Fuck I love how you pant hunting for that control

Fuck how I love when you groan when surrender to me

5 months ago. Wednesday, August 20, 2025 at 7:02 PM

I love this girl more than I can put into words, more than I have a right to.  I'm not good enough for her.  She knows it. I know it, but stillI can't let go.  She's sitting across the room right now working on her laptop and the only thought in my head is how good she tastes.  How much I love the sounds she makes when I touch her. The way she gasps my name as she comes.  I want to bolt across the room and carry her off to our bed and keep her there all day.  She looks up and sees me watching her and she blushes, like she can tell what's on my mind, and it makes me hard.

I want her.  I always want her,  No matter how many times in a day I have her I still want more. I want to get lost in her.  I want to bury myself in her and have her wrap herself around me.  I go back to working on my laptop but I steal little glances over at her.  She loops a lock of hair behind her ear and I want to caress that ear. She licks her lips and I want them pressed to mine.  And when she concentrates and bites her lower lip I lose it and come in my jeans, moaning softly.  She looks up at me and smiles as I shift on the sofa.  She knows.

I let out a sigh and her fingers falter on her keyboard and she clears her throat.  The throat I want my cock down.  She gets up and walks into the kitchen for a glass of water and leans against the counter sipping it.  The counter that I fucked her against last night.  She finishes her water and instead of sitting back down at the table she closes her laptop and walks into the bedroom.  Does she want me to follow her?  Should I follow her?  She appears in the doorway with her hand on the door knob and looks out at me and then walks back into the bedroom.  I follow her.

I close and lock the door and turn to see her sitting on my side of the bed with her legs crossed.  She smiles and indicates the floor in front of her.  I walk over and she hooks her fingers in my belt loops and starts to pull me to my knees.  I know what she wants.  She wants my tongue.  She loves my tongue, it makes her come harder than when I fuck her.  When my knees hit the floor I reach out and uncross her legs.  She lifts her hips and I peel her underwear off  and she spreads her legs wide so I can get close. I kiss her thigh and she twists her fingers in my hair and guides my mouth to where she wants me.  She pulls my hair hard and moans.  As I start to lick faster she says "You came when you were sitting on the sofa, didn't you?"  I look up but don't stop licking I just nod.   "I thought so" she says and pushes my face back down between her legs.  I hook my arms under her legs and tip her back onto the bed.  She moans and whispers my name.  She's close, I can feel it with my tongue.  She raises her hips to meet my mouth and says, "Are you hard?" I mummer "Yes" against her pussy.  "Put your hand on your cock" she demands.  I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out and I wrap my hand around it.  "Do you have it in your hand?" she asks  "Yes" I hiss.  "Good now start stroking."  I start fisting my cock and she pulls my head up so I am looking at her.  Our eyes lock and she says, "More, faster, that's a good boy"  and I pump my fist faster.  "Will you come for me?" she asks.  "Yes" I reply and she pushes my head back down. I start to pant against her pussy and she says, "Lick".  I resume licking and soon she is ready to pop.  "Fuck" she screams as her back arches and she comes on my tongue.  I clamp my lips around her clit and suck on the tender bud until she starts her 2nd orgasm.  Suddenly my orgasm crests and I come with a load moan. She sits up and pulls my mouth away.  She runs her hands through my hair and cups my cheek.  "Did you come for me baby?" she asks.  "Yes" I whisper.  "Good boy" she says and kisses my forehead.  Then she stands up, grabs her underwear, slips them back on and returns to the kitchen table.  I stay on my knees for a couple minutes before I stand and tuck my cock back in my jeans.  I walk into the kitchen and get a glass of water and gulp it down.  She looks over at me and smiles.  As I walk past her on my way back to the sofa I lean down and kiss the top of her head and say, "Thank you, baby."

5 months ago. Wednesday, August 13, 2025 at 4:42 PM

Silence is comforting, darkness is soothing, the air whispers to us. It says that we are enough, we are not damaged or broken, we are whole. The gossip is cheap but it doesn’t matter as long as we know the truth. And the truth is all there is. We never lie or play games with each other. We do not set out to hurt one another. We would never damage what is perfect with ugliness. Before there was us there was nothing. As separate beings we mean nothing but together we are everything.

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When he loves me I feel it in every cell of my body. As his body enters mine, and our molecules exchange, we become a completely new entity. I feel alive when I am under him. The weight of his body on mine grounds me and brings me peace. When we climax together our bodies hum, we vibrate and for those few minutes we are invincible.

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Who was better? Why does he always ask that when I return from a date. Who was better? I hate to tell him that I don’t even think about him when I’m getting fucked by a hookup and once I am home I forget all about the hookup. So I can’t honestly answer his question but I do always say, “You are baby, you are”

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I want to comfort him but I don’t know how

I don’t know what he needs and he won’t tell me

So I wait to see how much worse it gets

When his back is flat against the wall

When he’s hit rock bottom

Maybe he’ll tell me then

Finally he comes to me seeking my comfort

He asks why I wasn’t there for him

He forgets the days I spent holding his hand

Hoping he would open up and tell me what he needed

And he cries and says I should have known

I remind him that reading minds is not one of my skills

 

 

5 months ago. Thursday, July 31, 2025 at 4:51 PM

Baby, I am writing because every time I try to tell you how I truly feel I say the wrong thing or get frustrated and we end up fighting.


I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. I know what I said about your past, specifically Justin, was cruel and I am sure it reminded you of the way he used to treat you. I am not him and I never will be (well maybe those little parts of him you actually did like). I am not sure how we found each other but I cannot imagine a more perfect partner and lover for me than you. Maria saw it and for the last 6 months I have been trying to figure out how to let you know that I see it too.


I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. I know you probably shouldn’t forgive me, I’m not even sure how you would. I don’t forgive myself. I let jealously and fear take over and I couldn’t see through it. If I could have I would have seen how hurt you were and I would have fallen to my knees and begged your forgiveness, but pride and insecurity overtook me. I let you down, I let myself down and yeah I let Maria down. She saw such perfection in us together that it breaks my heart that you had to tell her we might be through.


I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. I ruined the best relationship I have ever had, and that includes my relationship with Daniel. You not only saw me for who I really am but you accepted every part of me. The bad parts, the angry parts and insecure and afraid parts. You nurtured the parts of myself that I kept hidden from everyone (yes including Daniel) and embraced every quirk and kink. But even more importantly you let me see yours. You trusted me to not turn away, not judge you or shame you for your desires. You have no idea how it feels to have someone completely trust you with their heart, and I broke yours.


I love you and I am so sorry that I hurt you. Please forgive me. I will do whatever it takes to make it right. Whatever is necessary to make us whole again. There is no one else for me and I do not believe I can live my life without your hand in mine. If I never hear our voice or laugh again I might as well be deaf. If I cannot see your smile or the lust you used to have for me in your eyes, then I might as well be blind. And if I never get to taste your lips or the sweet honey of your desire again then I truly might as well be dead.


I love you. Please let me try again. Let us try again.

5 months ago. Wednesday, July 23, 2025 at 9:36 PM

I like when you cup my face when you kiss me

I love when you grip my chin and hold me in place while you kiss me

I like when you call me baby

I love when you moan it

I like when you drop little kisses up my neck

I love when you bit me and mark me as yours

I like when you breath my name softly

I love when you gasp my name like a curse

I like when you ask if I'm ready

I love when you don't wait for an answer

I like how you ask if I want your fingers or your tounge

I love when you give me both

I like when you ask me to touch you

I love when you beg me to

I like when you caress my throat

I love when you tighten your hand

I like when your fingers make my skin tingle

I love when they ignite my flame

I love when you kiss me softly

I love when you force your tongue into my mouth

I like how you touch me in the shower

I love what you do with the spray

I like when you want me

I love when you need me

 

6 months ago. Sunday, July 20, 2025 at 11:55 AM

I always wanted a lover that was a secret

I always wanted a lover that had other lovers and shared

I always wanted a lover who asked what I wanted

I always wanted a lover that danced like he was fucking

I always wanted a lover that hurt me in the most delicious ways

I always wanted a lover that was famous

I always wanted a lover that quoted Shakespeare to me

I always wanted a lover who feigned indifference but really wasn't

I always wanted a lover who made me breakfast

I always wanted a lover that was an artist or a poet

I always wanted a lover who liked to fuck in public

I always wanted a lover that my girlfriends wanted

I always wanted a lover that liked a little bondage

I always wanted a lover that would do a little striptease for me

I always wanted a lover that made sure I got mine first

I always wanted a lover that changed the sheets after

 

I just always wanted a lover…