Sex, Unscripted

And I fell for you,

I haven’t posted in a while but wanted to welcome all my new followers. I’m working on some content and will be posting again soon.

“Oh, I can trust

And boy, I believe in us

I am terrified to love for

the first time

Can you see that I’m bound in chains

and finally found my way

Not one of my best pictures but I felt like a vixen in this dress. I had just gotten it in the mail and I was so excited to try it on. I picked it specifically because I knew it would drive my man wild. It had everything he liked...it was black, long, accentuated my breasts and had two of the highest slits I’ve ever worn (he LOVES my legs!). It didn’t disappoint. The minute I walked in the room to show it off, his eyes popped and the remote fell out of his hand.

I don’t think I ever felt as sexy as I did in that moment. He didn’t even have to touch me, his face was giving me the foreplay I needed. After begging me to wear that dress every day for the rest of my life, we headed to the bedroom. Afterward, I couldn’t help but think about why we put so much value on another person making us feel sexy. Why does our self-esteem hang in the balance of someone’s opinion of our bodies? I felt sexy in that dress as soon as I saw myself in it. It wasn’t enough. I needed him to want me. I wanted his approval (mostly his dick, but also the approval 😉). Then I realized that had I not felt sexy in that dress and walked into that room, he probably wouldn’t have reacted the way he did. He was reacting to me FEELING sexy. He knew that I knew I was rocking that dress and my confidence is what turned him on. The visual of me in that dress was just the cherry on top.

There’s a warmth and suppleness to a woman’s body that just seduces me. Every woman is sexy. Even if she’s not your type or you don’t find her attractive, you have to admit that there’s always something that drags your eyes to a part of her. Whether it’s her eyes, her breasts, her legs, her soft skin...

I often look in the mirror and just appreciate the shape of my body. The lines, the dimples, the stretch marks...all of it makes me ME. I run my fingertips over my skin and I smile because as much as I love my fiancé, his skin will never feel like mine. His shape will never mirror a goddess. He doesn’t have beautiful, soft breasts for me to nestle my head in.

tonight I am sad.

tonight I am lonely.

the demons are screaming