If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

don’t forget your coffee

I work this weekend. I am sitting here thinking of what type of shit show well grace my con. this evening. 

be who you want to be, live your life to the fullest 

me as hold a big hot cup of coffee, while standing in a hot shower. Illuminated by candlelight.  

I love where I am going and what I’ve made it through.  I love that I am becoming more bold and vocal.  I am meeting new people and making new friends. I am finally feeling that I’m headed somewhere. 

Happy Monday. Back to the grind for 2 days then 3 glorious days off 

im off this weekend, oh what shall I do?   Write some kinky stories? Take some cute pics? Practice rope work? Ride and lift? What ever I decide I will enjoy it.  Have a great weekend! 

shake your groove thing yeah yeah yeah 

Her lips soft and full, lightly drag across my skin. Soft light nibbles as she goes. 

Skin satin to the touch, smooth and unblemished. My lips to her neck, her pulse quickens.

Fingers drag and intertwine, slight giggles and hints of grins.

Inhale her deeply, flutters and arouse

Nipples rise and firm between gentle gnashing.

Tongues swirl with gentle moans.

Chests rise and fall, arching of backs. 

Hips round and full.

Fingers dig into fleshy asses

Trailing down the hollow of breasts.

Knees drifting open, exposing bliss

Kissing deep and pure, moans escaping is raspy exaggerated breaths

Long hair cascading down, fingers running through.

Gentle words whispered, broad smiles, nuzzles.

Warmth in soft hidden places, mouths covering,intoxication of senses, hazing of sounds.

Wetness swells, fingers grasp. Biting of lips. 

Pressing in, crying out, 

Drifting in and out.