To be held and touched.
He was standing on the porch of his guesthouse. I emerged from the cab and ran straight into his open arms…..
His arms closed around me… I was home.
I locked my arms around him and nuzzled my head into his chest. He stroked my hair with one hand and the other wrapped around my waist.
Not a care in the world…
This was a long time ago…
Now…I am starving.
I don't hug anymore, in fact, I am afraid of them. I secretly fantasize more about hugs and affection than I do of sex.
Thank you Jennifer M. Wilson for sharing this writing space with me.
Sex, Adultery.
I usually write about sex, cheating, my sexual escapades — or sexcapades as I call them. The different ways and strategies I use to find sex, intimacy, touch, and hugs… have been my writing journey so far. I also write about marriage, my marriage…I would hate to generalize, although I firmly believe there are innumerable more like me out here.
But things have changed a bit for me this year…(nope, my marriage is still the same, no change there). But I met someone new, on my neverending pursuit for sex, love et al. …
Love teaches it’s okay to be a taker as well.
I have always been the giver…
My dad told me this about relationships… “There will always be one who loves more, one who gives more, one who adjusts more…that person will be forever the giver and the other will mostly be the taker in that particular dynamic between those two individuals. Now it’s up to you in life what you want to be.”
I was 17 when he told me this, and to be honest…I didn’t really understand what he meant. I might have just skimmed the surface then…but now I am 41. …
And My Pussy Too
I am horny…again.
It's a frikkin perennial state nowadays…wait, no not nowadays, it has always been the case.
I had a meet yesterday, and a couple of days before that as well. It's all a blur. Braindead and well shagged, I have been called by a friend.
Why am I writing now? I will tell you why…I needed my favorite clit sucker toy, but it's charging. So here I am writing instead…Writing sex is the next best thing, sometimes actually it's the best thing. Even better than masturbating. …
50 WORDS
Fifty Word Challenge #32: Health is Wealth
This Pandemic…
What have we learned?
Health is Wealth…
Wealth alone cannot protect,
Stop Procrastinating…
The Virus is Lethal…relentless.
No 5G Conspiracy , no bullshit.
Mask up…Protect each other
Get The Vaccine…A miracle of science
Science, Doctors, Community…Working in sync.
Heal the world…take the shot.
Health is the real Wealth.
Where I am at, there are still people hesitant to get the shot…or waiting to see what happens to those who get it. I still hear conspiracy theories. It all sounds amusing to me, educated people behaving this way. I just qualified for mine and I ran to get it…
Learning to Love after so long feels like a lot but I won’t stop.
Brain Mush…
Love fog…
Cunt struck… (this term courtesy Mrs. Capricious)
I have been in a suspended state of late. Suspended in mid-air, floating in lovefluff, rolling in lustdust…call it what you may.
I have a new person in my life, am sure many of you already know. It has been exhilarating and all the other positive adjectives that can go here.
But…
Here comes the skeptic in me…this whole love business has thrown me…Off my writing game. It is all-consuming and occupies all my thoughts, leaving hardly any room for writing or other things. Also, it is really tough…
I don’t want this to end…ever
Love, Lust, Passion…
Days of debauchery…
Endless Lovemaking…
Hard Fucking…
Sex days…
Call it what you may, this is what my days look like nowadays. Almost every couple of days… we find a way. The best part, it’s almost always impulsive, sudden, and unplanned.
“Hey”
“Hi…Whatcha doing?”
“Oh I’m just trying to write, hows work today?”
“I have 2 hours free…and a bit more.”
“Hmm hmmm.”
“You know what I’m thinking…”
“Yess…I can be there in 20 mins.”
There goes my writing…. This is exactly what keeps happening. It's uncontrollable, we are in constant need of each other. It’s insane.
…
You found me.
What is a sin…aren’t we all sinners?
My first period sex experience, took intimacy to the next level
“It's okay, I still want to see you…if you could spare a couple of hours.”
I had just told him I was on my period, and today was the day with the heaviest flow. So maybe it wasn't a great idea to see him in a hotel room. I didn't want him to be grossed out or disappointed.
He had replied perfectly…
Now I was on my way to the hotel, feeling very nervous. I know many of you would find it hard to believe but I had never had period sex before. …
Wistful writer
Romantic, reader, emotional fool, artist, life has taught me to let go, what I am isn’t what I chose to be, it's what life made me. wistfulwriter@writeme.com
