Blow Me A Kiss

I’d seen her so often that she had become a part of my dreams, day, and night. What had started as an innocent blowing of a kiss, soon became visions of her on her knees before me, her mouth forming a perfect “O
Built from experience. Designed for practice
I’d seen her so often that she had become a part of my dreams, day, and night. What had started as an innocent blowing of a kiss, soon became visions of her on her knees before me, her mouth forming a perfect “O
Sometimes Birthday Wishes do come true!
Well, jokes on him! This one fits in my purse!
The heady scent of sex and unbridled lust still fills the artificially cooled air and I take a deep breath, allowing it to wash over me.
This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt is to play a game of two truths and one lie. I'm not a very good liar. Nope, that's a lie. I am a good liar, I just feel like a horrible piece of shit when I do, so I choose not to.
Like many, I have a desire to be exposed, shown off, objectified. This blog is a good example of that.
Content warning: This fictional story depicts sexual encounters while inebriated and therefore. dubious consent. Which is exactly how 90% of all my one night stands happened. It must be something in the water...
the idea of being coveted by someone who thought of me as a MILF seemed pretty damn sexy. To be desired by a young man in his prime, wanted by someone whose libido is seemingly never-ending,
He mutely nods again, and I waste no time replacing my hand with my mouth. Repeating the long licks from balls to tip, I slowly start sucking him farther and deeper into my throat.
I envision his smile as goose pimples litter my naked flesh. With one tender kiss then another, he advances up my leg, tongue trailing inch by inch. I release a gasp as he licks behind my knee, groan as he nips at my inner thigh.