Sometimes it’s nice when you can get away for a day. No kids. No schedules. No elliptical machine beckoning. Just a fancy hotel and a private soak in a hot steamy tub.
Sarinah hopped out of the shower and checked her phone first thing. Water ran down her shoulders and back onto the towel wrapped tightly around her curvy naked figure.
Naughty is a desirable characteristic to me. It means being open sexually and even experimental. It’s being comfortable with your kinky but also refined and a bit circumspect. Being mature and composed enough to avoid unnecessary risks with your health and safety is important, especially if you’re “dating” multiple people.
Warning ⚠️ Big girl panties up ahead! • Guys often reach out to me because of my blog and erotic stories. They tell me how they love confident women. They tell me how they wish they could meet a woman like me who knows who she is and what she wants...
The words curiosity, enlightenment, thought, and kindness kept vibrating in my brain so I figured I would spend some time exploring why.
WARNING: This post contains graphic nudity, so 18+ only please.
As I've made quite a few new friends on Facebook and other online spaces, the request to see my face often comes up-- not as much as requests for other parts of my body but certainly often enough.
With me, you bloom, you laugh, we ride. At home, you pull the petals back in and hide. You kiss my mouth and bite my lips. You slap my ass and squeeze my hips. You touch, you taste, you always savor. And as you fell, you became much braver. Your life away must always come first. But when you are gone, I fear the worst. Our romance is destined to be caught in a song, In a moment of time when the music comes on. I know what you need, I’ve seen your heart through your eyes. You’ve whispered, you’ve hinted, but you’re telling more lies. Your secret, my love, is safe with me... No soul has to know that you truly crave three.
I’m a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic. I love romance. For me, however, romance can exist outside of love. I love love, all types of love. And, falling “in love” (not to be confused with loving someone) is the best feeling ever, but that doesn’t happen often for me. Instead, I tend to meet really amazing people who I could easily love, and with whom I can enjoy romantic moments and maybe even sex. But sex is not love and it’s not “in love.”
When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.