First of all, hi guys! You must know that I love you even though I have a rather ridiculous way of showing it. Second of all, thank you to the few people who take this blog seriously and wander over here every once in a while to look at the pretty animals or even to cuss me out for being so stingy with posts. Mwah!
I’m the last of six children and we all lived together with our mom. I grew up accustomed to feeling the presence of others; always knowing that “someone is around”. When I hit puberty, I was grateful that my family, though religious, was still liberal enough to let me stay home from church once in a while, whenever I said I didn’t want to go. I craved that solitude back then; the knowledge that nobody else was around. The thrill of strange noises caused by unknown and possibly macabre agents.
I never lived outside of home during my school years, the main reason being that our house at the time was actually a trekkable distance from my campus. It was therefore impractical of me to schlep all the way to the hostels, which were even farther away than the school. Also, staying on campus would incur expenses that would be both cringeworthy and painfully unecessary for my mother. I knew all this, so I never pushed. Read more
For you, OA 🙂
Scissors the legs.
Hands clench buttocks.
Sweat meeting sweat.
Eager for punishment.
Begging to be tortured.
Chika spread her legs wider apart and ran her hands leisurely over his back.
“Mmmm….”, her moan trailed off as he pushed slowly inside her, trying to bury his whole body inside of hers.
Closing her eyes, she traced her fingertips lightly down his arms; shoulders to wrists, and thought about those other arms. The original arms. Those arms with the leather bracelet around the left wrist. The bracelet she would hold on to while the rest of the body attached to those arms pinned her in a position like this one. And the eyes would stare soulfully into hers. Those lips would mouth, “I love you, baby”, even as he thrust hard and sweet, deeper into her, aiming for her heart and soul…