Tag: Female Lead
Incisors: Not Just for Eating.
I was being super sneaky, but I also knew his routine well. There would be a moment when his hair was full of shampoo (mine, of course—since I buy the nice Aveda stuff), and he would be busy massaging it in, eyes blissfully closed. This would be my chance to strike when he was the least aware of his surroundings. Today was going to be especially ...
Anal: Stop Resisting.
I can’t explain it. I just liked to be fucked in the ass more than anything in the world. Does that make me a bad person or a sex freak? Nah. Most men want it because they’ve watched too much porn, and it’s considered the holy grail of fucking. And yet, I know most women avoid it at all costs. Not me. I love it. I fucking love it. Fuck me all day ...
Resorts: Running on Sand.
The first time I saw her was day number one at the resort. I had only been there fifteen minutes and was idly wandering through the maze of buildings, killing time while my room was being prepared. She was standing with her back towards me, organizing her beach bag that was propped up on a trash can, a perfect example of youthful ...
Valentine’s: Out of Control.
I wasn’t expecting anything for Valentine’s Day. No flowers. Not even a card. Technically it’s hard to say that I actually have a boyfriend; I have something between a lover and a partner. ‘Friend’s With Benefits’ might be the modern terminology for it, but that falls short of what he is to me. Maybe ‘Really Good Friends with Really Fucking ...
Planes: In the Hot Seat.
Small planes are fun. And sometimes they are really fun. Technically, I shouldn’t have been there, not with COVID-19 and social distancing rules in place all across the world, but when a beautiful pilot offers you the co-pilot seat, you take it. But then again, I was the only person flying today, so perhaps she wanted some company upfront ...
Chaise Lounge: And 9th Floors.
The resort was perhaps a little ostentatious, and in places, it lacked originality. It was a cookie-cutter destination resort that could have been at any coastal beach location in the world. But it did have two saving graces: Our room on the ninth floor was well-appointed, offering a glorious view of the ocean through a wall of floor-to-ceiling ...
Addicted: And Anonymous.
I really couldn’t stop watching her move. No matter how many times I looked away and promised myself I would hit command-w on the keyboard to close her window, I looked once again with even more fascination. Empirically she was a beautiful young woman and watching her move unenthusiastically to some eighties Euro-Pop, all the while ...
Hard: Like David.
I’m not really complaining about this fact, it’s more of an observation than anything else, but my boyfriend’s cock is always hard. Maybe it’s all the other men I’ve been with, and they really just weren’t into me, but this guy gets hard and stays hard around me. It’s fabulous. Although I have noticed that when he is drunk and/or stoned ...
Oxy: And Birthday Cake.
What does a 10-year-old girl’s birthday party, a shockingly hot blonde tax accountant in a shitty ten-year marriage, and a gorgeous divorced orthopedic surgeon with an endless supply of Oxycodone spell to you? Yup, a train wreck of bad decisions waiting to happen. But hey, the sex was good. I’ve kind of spoiled the story now, as you know what’s ...
Librarians: Sexy AF.
For a couple of years, we met every Monday afternoon for Happy Hour to discuss the latest goings-on at our respective libraries. Three young up-and-coming librarians, we had all been at an ALA conference in Salt Lake City, Utah. Instantly connecting with each other during an exceptionally dull presentation on Information Technology ...
Shibari: Never Enough Rope.
Husband: It took me a long time before I dared to ask my girlfriend if we could do Shibari together. It’s not a well-known practice in the West and frequently brings up the wrong ideas in people’s heads if they don’t fully comprehend or understand it. Images of tightly bound women with an excessive amount of ropes suggest some sort ...
Canvas: Far from Blank.
I’ve been painting in oils for a while now. I wouldn’t say I’m that good, but I enjoy it, and I like using a different part of my brain rather than staring at financial records all day. Being a forensic accountant doesn’t have much room for creativity, even if the people I’m investigating are being quite creative with their financial reporting ...
Doorways: Not Quite Dark Enough.
Damn! This date is going way better than expected. I mean, I knew from his writing that this was an intelligent and articulate man. The few emails that we had exchanged spoke of someone well-traveled, an actual interesting potential partner ...
C-Span: Sexier Than You Think.
To be fair, it certainly was one of the more unusual sexual experiences I’ve ever had. Unusual is perhaps too strong of a word. Let’s just call it surreal. January 6th, 2021: A whole hoard of pro-Trump supporters, whipped up into a mob-like frenzy by the President’s own words, stormed the US Capitol building. We were in Mexico at the time ...
Alaska 123: Cabo San Lucas.
The flight to Cabo San Lucas was almost entirely empty on a wet wintery Wednesday morning out of Seattle. I had already flown once this morning, from my home of San Francisco to Seattle. Everything was quiet because of COVID-19, and my job as a flight attendant was delightfully easy, if perhaps not quite frequent enough to cover my ...