Sometimes, when I’m bored and my insomnia has kicked in towards the far end of 3am, I surf Amazon for books. This is not a guilty pleasure. I stroke and placate its little search engine box to bring me the ripest of sex-escapades, eyeing and sizing up the word packages. None of this Kindle bullshit. I want my treasures to smell of musk and ink. Pulling it out of the dusty cardboard box should be in unholy violation with penknife in hand, arm slick with sweat. The anticipation, the anxiety making my breathe abrupt and hard as I struggle with the packing tape and then the simple plastic lining. Some people get off with sex toys; I prefer a slow mind fuck.
My bank account doesn’t take the thrust too lightly. I have two jobs to support my habit, but at night when the desktop in front of me is humming a secret song, I must have my erotica. It comes in every flavor and I don’t discriminate, my contacts go dry before I can take my eyes from the every growing numbers at my disposal. Millions of tiny delights to woo my pussy and win over it’s tight, loud orgasm.
By Elise Hepner Sometimes the words of another are like windows into our own secret desires.. In this case my desires are hardly secret but I must admit they are nevertheless kindred.. I awoke this morning early before the light had started to intrude on my fantasies of a never ending comfort nestled within my cool satin sheets and warm down comforter. I was restless but content.. The wind from the fan moving along the parts of my body exposed to its cool kiss, I let my fingers trace lightly along the curves of my skin.. Delighting in its softness; the stroking absentminded at first simply became to divine not to indulge further.. I picked up one of my many books of erotica I keep in my nightstand for just such an emergency and was instantly transported to a world where every pleasure was within reach. My body was caressed and my mind was ignited.. My pulse started to quicken and my nipples hardened to the touch. A warm wetness beginning to ease my invasion.. My fingers played their familiar dance along my body making it sing in ecstasy and growl in anticipation.. Unlocking every door on the road to the flood gates of carnal knowledge.. I was enraptured and taken wholly unto and by my imagination dancing wildly to fill the canvas created. I ravaged myself as if I might never have another opportunity.. As the sun began to rise I lay spent glistening in the afterglow of certain euphoria.. In all this I find myself ready for round two and forgetful of my reason for posting in the first place.. Personally I find that I am most likely to be in the mood for self exploration first thing in the morning and late at night.. When and where does the mood strike you... What is your inspiration? XOXOXO
Mackenzie
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The quoted story was good,but I preferred your version....you are a good writer
Why thank you darlin, It is always nice to know one is appreciated
~Kisses
Would be nice to compliment you on your writing skills in person
You would have a lot more to compliment me about after that It could get time consuming haha