Forget

Forget that you are mesmerised by the way my mind multi tasks on minimal sleep.

Forget that my affectionate embraces warm your soul.

Forget the future we plan; your office adjacent to my studio, a bespoke building attached to our detached residence in the country.

Forget, even, that you respect me as a fellow human.

Forget all that and fuck me.

Forget that you're a nice person and fuck me like a two-bob whore. Order me into the position you want, screw me hard and relish my squealing.

Forget which pages of the kama sutra you've covered and do it all again, from scratch.

Forget everything you've read about women needing romance, use me as a sex object and know that I won't object.

Forget everything except our first night together, the night you took me to bed with nothing to lose and fucked me like there was nothing else to win.

Forget that I'm outwardly precious and fussy, force me to face you whilst I admit my filthiest fantasies before you fulfill them.

Forget everything
that has been before,
force me to bed,
please,
make me your whore.

You and I, Now

I
need you to phone me. Of course,

I
understand it may be inconvenient but it's not about

You
this time.

I
want to be on the receiving end of a call. A different kind of call. A call that

I
don't have to verbalise in order to enjoy.

I
don't want to talk.

I
just want to feel. Well, ok. In truth...

I
want you to make me feel.

I
want this to be only verbally sexual and thus somewhat disconnected because

I
know that

You
are braver that way.

You,
who knows neither what they're worth nor what they miss, unless

I
am naked before you in my admiration or awe or lust or all of the above, which

I
usually combine in that one, longing look that

You
know and appreciate so much

I
want

You
to phone me and do to my mind that which

I
do to your mind, as

We
do our bodies

Now.

Until next time.

Bollocks

And not the good kind.

One of the reasons I like designing my own blog templates is that it gives me control.It's hard work doing it all though and when I was setting up Fuction I was madly busy and stupidly fell in love with Colibri and installed it, denying all the inner voices telling that it would never last.

It's stopped lasting. Colibri has left me. I know this cos, even though I have all sorts of adblock software, I'm still seeing a banner that informs me of an exceeded bandwidth rather than my beautiful background.png file.

Grr. And sorry if the site looks like crap. As soon as I get five minutes I'll sort it out proper.

By which I mean do it myself, obviously...

Update - Fixed, probably before anyone but me noticed. God, I'm good!


Meantime, hope you enjoy your stopgap story, ML. Love ya, baby xx

I want...

...to feel your hands on me again. This time though, I want it to be somewhere that I can see and feel your desire without considering who may be watching. The pub garden won't cut it for what I want.

I want your lips on mine again, kissing me hard, your tongue pushing, intruding into my mouth. I want to feel your hands, pulling me onto you, making me desperate, crying out to drop to my knees and offer you the vision of my worshipping you at the same time you feel every stroke of my tongue and every trace of my fingertips on you.

I want to feel you inside me, brace myself against a solid wall so you can push as deep, as hard as I want you to and I want to feel your hands on me. I want not to have to worry about the hand and foot marks I may make on the condensation filled windows of my car as we take each other, rape each other albeit with full consent, I just want to feel your hands on me.

I want you to watch as I take you inside me and, at the same time, put my hands between my legs till you feel my climax all over and all around your beautiful cock. I want to feel your hands on me as you tip over the edge when that sensation hits, lose all thought of being careful, of not hurting me with your need, of not being polite or proper.

I want you to use me, make me your female counterpart, your cum recipient, your woman, on all the most basic human levels. I want...

to feel your hands on me.