In my everyday life, I think I’m a pretty good girl.
With regards to sex, I enjoy being a bad girl.
But I try very hard never to be evil.
Hear no evil, See no evil, Speak no evil
I came home on such a high that night. I walked in the door with a smile on my face. He greeted me and I unzipped my pants. As he slipped his hand down into my panties I said, “I had a really good time.”
“I can tell,” he replied with a wicked gleam in his eye.
In an instant we were naked together in bed. He didn’t need to spend any time getting me ready, she had already taken care of that. He climbed on top of me and entered my wet and ready pussy.
“Do you like that she did that to me?” I whispered into his ear.
“Yes,” he replied, with a noticeable shake in his voice.
As he fucked me I breathlessly recounted my evening with Tori. How she kissed me, grabbed my hair, bit my neck, pinched my nipples.
Then he laid down and I climbed on top of him. I enjoyed fucking him while conjuring up images of her in my head. We came at almost the same time. I collapsed next to him, knowing I was the luckiest woman on the planet. I got a mind-blowing date with an amazing girl and phenomenal sex with the husband I love all in one night.
I came back upstairs to find a text from her waiting for me. It said, “Thanks 4 a great night,” and was accompanied by a picture of us kissing that she’d snapped earlier in the evening. That message was the cherry on top of one of the best nights I’ve ever had.
I don’t even know where to begin to tell the story of my date with Tori. Pieces of the night swirl around in my head so that to write it from beginning to end would feel contrived and strange.
I remember:
How exhilarating it was to be walking hand in hand with her in the dark.
Cupping her face in my hands as I kissed her.
Her hands gripping me, trying to touch as much of me as she could.
The feel of her nails running up and down my arms.
Laughing at the ridiculousness of two grown women being “chased” out of the park by a lady cop.
How some moments the kissing and touching was sweet and gentle and then passionate and intense.
How I melted when she grabbed a fist full of my hair and bit my neck.
Marveling at the softness of her.
Wanting more.
And I can’t stop thinking about her. And I wonder when I’ll see her again. And a thousand other thoughts, churning around in my head.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!
So, I got this super sweet PINK laptop for Mother’s Day (thank you, Alec!). Then we’re thinking, how can we incorporate this pretty little toy into an HNT shoot? Here’s the answer!
P.S.
Please excuse my poor attempt at a “sexy” look. I’m not very good at doing that on command.
She kissed me last night and I can hardly think of anything else.
