I really wasn’t expecting anything other than dinner with a long time email correspondant from the East Coast. I knew we had a lot in common– music, film, art..sex- but I have those things in a common with a lot of people.

There was a scheduling mishap at the CSC Library today.

I work here on Sundays and since we have been gearing up for our big Spring Smut Sale, I need to get in as many hours as possible prior to the sale. But when I got there– I found out the space has been rented out for a “play party” at the same time I was scheduled to work.

In the chair by the side of your bed– hovering like and angel over your damaged body, I do the only thing I know how, the thing I do the best. Lifting you in my hands, massaging your balls– feeling the mass fill my hands. Kneading and stroking you to hard- like a nurse, or a whore, or a fluffer– perhaps all three in one, but certainly an expert in milking cock.

It had been months since we’ve been able to connect, to escape, but it was finally here– two days off in the middle of work week. Two days of absolutely nothing and I mean nothing- no connections- no Internet, no cell phone- no other women, no other men- just the two of us. And I want be selfish with that sweet cock of yours, I want it all for me.

Vacation came and went–all of my “location-based” apps told me I was in Dirty South Philly–and that seems a pretty darn accurate description.

I followed custom and was quite dirty myself, but mostly I’ve been selfish and decadent with my vacation time. Eating well, drinking well, lounging naked or near naked- warm knit stockings, panties and camisole–that are constantly getting lost or pulled aside to make way for fingers, tongue, lips. Getting and taking my orgasms many times over, leaving the room smelling of pussy and weed.

While I maintain I am still in search of the one (whatever the fuck that might be).  The one who will love, care and not care what I do, the one who tolerate the sort of woman I am and all that bull shit that comes with me, and the

I have been having very vivid dreams lately, that involve deep plots and much action. Espionage stuff, crime, sexual noir. Maybe it’s the rain, maybe I have been sleeping more than usual, but the dreams have been happening for a few days now. Yesterday’s dream there was an intruder in

I had a feeling, that feeling without thought making me turn around in an instant.There he was staring at my ass on the gym elliptical, my ponytail bouncing with each down step, my thighs showing their thickness in the tight workout pants, a small patch of sweat at the small

I have been spending most of my time outside during my little mini family vacation–getting hot, sweaty and dirty. It feels great. After a day of swimming and biking–I headed down to the bathroom my father has recently remodeled. It now has a big new–two person or more–shower, peaceful multi-colored

I thought about you again, yes again. You did know I thought about you in the shower the other morning. You made me late for work ya know. But last night, it was late. Too late. I had been writing library stuff–-expounding upon the virtues of collection development. For the

I have a full fantasy life; in fact I think I tend to walk around in a land of my own fictional creation. My fantasies range from the pure and simple, such as–I want to fall in love and I want someone to fall in love with me, to the

My time ticking away, I sat there, the debate in my mind, I should masturbate–well that’s not the debate– should I watch porn then shower, which would cause me to be late, or should shower and masturbate. Debate over. Porn is easy–I can cum relatively quick.  But the mind, the

These photos were a gift submission, and have certainly made me even more cock hungry than I already was. Oh what is a girl to do? I want some of this, I need some of this. A man once told me, “you don’t suck dick, you give head.” There is

Pulling into the car port I notice the yellow light glowing through the curtains of my apartment. I left the light on, that’s strange. Climbing the stairs, arms weighted with the bags of the day, each step taller than the last, the bags heavier with each step up– I wished

I pulled into the south lot, overlooking one of the many beautiful beaches within a mile from my home. His car was parked right where he said, facing the ocean view. Parking next to him in the opposite direction, I took that last deep breath to cull the I am

I like that you don’t require, coffee, talking, movies, drinking-all that bullshit, I just don’t feel like doing right now. You seem to be perfectly content with me coming over late night and not leaving until, slink time, dawn, or sometime there after. You seem perfectly fine with me coming

Those late night knocks catching me when I am weak for love and cock. Love and cock, why must I continue to connect the two the things, this seems to be where my weakness lies. Stepping aside– an invitation. Our bodies awkward with the passing of time, but find each

What I really wanted was you to lick me for a long long time. That is what really what I want right now too. This Vixen is in serious need of long licks. I wanted you to stay there, but it is just a fact some men lick and stay

Despite a rock to the windshield the road has been good to me.The weekend was spent boating and having crazy fun on the lake, a few attempts to wake board (I have never been one not to try– but alas my ass never got up), but I did have lots

My summer has been one of the saddest I can recall, and this sadness has truly stunted my ability to seek out the cock I crave. But, for the last two weeks I have felt the sadness shift and while the pain lingers and probably always away– it’s glaringly obvious