Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
I love the way he has naturally come into being just a little bit ruthless during sex.
Pulling in my head so I choke down the length of him.
Holding me down lightly, encircling my windpipe with his great breadth of fingers.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair so I cannot move.
I have an inkling, a small idea, to loop my robe belt around my throat while he's fucking my ass from behind. I can feel his elbow balancing on my back as he slowly twines the fabric into his fist, leading me up to be flush against his torso. I imagine his other hand coming up to knead and pluck at my nipples. His breath in my hair, his lips grazing my jaw when I desperately crane backwards to kiss him.
Yes. I have an inkling.
Posted at 08:30 pm by Deanna.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
I am quite attracted to use the new "category" tool introduced recently to Blogdrive.
But I'm afraid that the themes or subjects of my blogging will stand out like a garish, gaudy, and obtuse whore proclaiming cheap thrills for the masses.
But then again, mine shall be the dirtiest cloud in this blogosphere . . .
Posted at 01:06 pm by Deanna.
"You look very pretty today."
I love how, to him, the difference between pretty and very pretty is a simple coat of mascara.
Posted at 12:21 pm by Deanna.