Let me set the scene…

I am currently at a salon and sexting with Jon. He is out with his friends. This is our text messages back and forth.

Something is in the air. It could be spring. It could be a phase. It could be the girl that Jon is dating. But he and I have blossomed into something that I can’t seem to explain and he and I have been racking our brains over it for days now. We decided to enjoy “this”.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It wasn’t supposed to last this long.

It wasn’t supposed to be so addicting.

This story comes with a little history lesson about me so I will get that out of away so it will flow properly.

I love being on top. I come intensely when I am riding a cock. There is a slight problem with me in this position…I can get very violent and I have punched my own husband in the face Californication style, except I punch better and harder than that girl on the show. I loosened Clark’s tooth and he just loves telling people how he may lose his tooth due to a punch in the face from his loving better half. I guess he’s proud that his wife can throw a punch and in the heat of passion.

It had been two weeks since I had sex.

It had been two weeks since I had his cock in my mouth.

It had been two weeks since his mouth was near my ear.

The following is a letter to Tony:

Yes, I told you this was a confession and now when I think of it more, I’m in a confessional booth with my hand between my legs. I like to sin and especially in a building of faith. I’ve been in a catholic church before and the only thing that kept my attention was staring at those booths and daydreaming about fucking in them.

I’m high.

I’m dreamy.

I’m heightened.

It’s like taking a hallucinogen only it’s words that have flooded my mind. These words form vivid images, feelings and physical reactions. Skin flushed and warm. Perpetual wet panties. A constant throbbing between my legs. It’s what every girl strives for when interacting with another person.

Tony is new.

Tony is amazing.

Tony likes to keep me aroused.

This isn’t a love story.

This isn’t about a romantic evening we had together on a corporate-ruined holiday. No, this is a story of lust.

It’s funny when one makes a conscious effort to do something against the norm and then feels a heightened sense of doing something wrong during execution. He mentioned he wanted to see the movie Shame and I immediately planned it out in my head we would see it at night

Dear Future Male Lover, You might think it’s so cute that I am always horny or even think it’s novel but it’s not. You won’t think that after you have left your seed in my ass, completely spent and I am pawing at you because I need to come again.

I pushed back against him spooning with him. His arms wrapped around me with his hands settled on my breasts. My ass pushed against his cock while his mouth nestled near my ear. He took in a breath and immediately I gasped. My skin started to crawl with electricity and

Hot breath. Hands everywhere. Heart racing. As I came, little gasps and moans pushed from my lips. When he hit my g-spot and the fluids sprayed on my thigh to the sheets, I grunted, “Oh my God.” My left hand was wrapped around his cock and my right arm around

I grinned at his response and attempts at control himself. His body was tense. His cock strained against the air and my face was inches from it. I am sure he could feel me breath on it as I breathed. His chest quivered. “Sooo pet,” I said with extra breath

She was lying on the ground huffing through her wet panties that I had shoved inside of her mouth. A bright red hand print was glowing under her tears. Helpless, she laid beneath me completely stripped of clothing and shaking. I lost my patience with her begging for forgiveness for

It’s the little things I notice when I am with him. Like when his cock twitches in my mouth when his hands wrap into my thick, long hair. Some things I discovered on my own with him but he has given me little hints like how the underneath of his

i had his cock in my mouth in the dark room. my eyes peeked open to notice a flicker from the candles down the hallway. i couldn’t see anything but his dark outline on the futon. i loved the sensation of being on my knees looking up at his dark

“Like what you see pet?” I ask with my eyes still closed. “Yes, Grace,” he replied quietly. “Should I just lay here and nap while you watch or should we do something?” I asked with my eyes still closed. There was silence. He was thinking about what the correct answer

I claim that writing is therapy but sometimes it might just be too soon. You don’t want to close the door just yet. You want to leave it hanging open by a crack in the hopes that it’s just not the end yet. But it is. Writing this year’s NaNoWriMo

Grace stared at the white porcelain of the tub. Her face started to sink below the water line, bounce back and pressed her face against the cold surface. Her thoughts were calm and his words were playing in her mind displaying vivid and disturbing images. She had read BDSM erotica