Blog change

Did you miss me?
My hard nipples, poking into the soft fabric of my blouse? Rubbing against the fabric, straining for release, to be free, the breeze gently running across their sensitive surface. To be teased, a rough tongue gently playing over the firm surface. To be pinched, and poked. Thumb and finger gently squeezing the pink, hard flesh. Tugging them, stretching them, as a soft moan escapes my lips.

Sorry, I got a little sidetracked.

I guess that is the consequence of trying to read the writings of a girl with serious ADHD...I tend to start great, but then end up doing something else and disappear for a while.

So, what did you miss? The short skirts, the high heels, the leather and lace?

Dancing at the club, he is so close i can feel his breath on me. Who is he? I don't know, I was just dancing. We are almost touching, his eyes lingering on my low cut dress, watching my cleavage, the inner mounds of my breasts. I get lost in the beat, lost in the world, feeling the pounding, feeling the rhythm, hips swaying, feet shuffling, arms swaying to the rhythm. Primal, raw, intoxicating. I feel him touch me, but I am lost, not noticing beyond being aware, not caring. His hand brushes against my side, and I move closer, enjoying the sensation. I press myself against him, enjoying the touch as the beat entrances me. He grabs my left ass cheek, softly squeezing. A thrill runs through me, and I return the favor, grabbing his ass in turn. It is hard, muscled, feels good in my hand. I bring my lips up, facing him, eyes closed as a revel in the sensations, the music, the touch. His lips find mine. His dry lips. Cracked, rough. I prefer softness, but it doesn't matter, lost in the moment. His tongue forces its way between my lips. I think of resisting, but give in. I don't even know what he looks like, who he is, eyes closed, feeling his tongue thrust into my waiting mouth in time with the music. I press my body against his side, my legs almost wrapped around his leg, breasts mashed against him, as his need for my mouth pushes his tongue in frantic motions. He ate onions, his breath heavy with them. I don't like onions, but I ignore it, focusing on the music, and what his other hand is doing, since it is now squeezing my breast. One on my ass cheek, one on my breast. Tit for tat, I grab his groin. I can feel his hard bulge under his jeans. Tight jeans. Not a bad package. My eyes open wide as he slips his hand under my dress, pushing his fingers against my panties, rubbing them against my pussy. He hasn't shaved for a few days, his stubble black. His eyes brown. Nose slightly offset, like it had been broken and not put back quite right. Or broken more than once. A tattoo on his cheek, A pot leaf. A septum piercing, the ring thick. His eyes look cold. A gangbanger or something? That is what he looks like. Raw, intimidating, powerful. The music, the man, matching. He looks like the kind of guy you ask to kill someone, not the kind of man you bring to mom and dad. Dangerous. So why am I letting him pull me towards the back?

Sorry, see, sidetracked. You can use your imagination to figure out what me and him do in the back, back room, bathroom, alley. Who knows. Anyways, that is not what this post is about. It is to let everyone know I am back, and horny as ever. I know I have an old story to finish, Brotherly Love, but I will be starting a new story. About a party girl, and things that go to far. I can't explain why I am in the mood for darker fantasy. For writing about humiliation, degradation, and objectification, a girl who goes to far and doesn't really care, but that is what I will be working on next. I will get back to Brotherly Love sometime...

But also, I will be changing the blog a bit. I am going to try experimenting with the pages system, see if I can put chain stories together, so they are easier to read together. We will see how that works out. I am not computer stupid, but not that great either, so it may end up a mess. Then again, messed can be fun. Hot, sticky, salty messes, on my tits, on my ass, on my face and in my mouth, in my pussy. Want to watch me swallow?

Anyways, so, a little heads up on what is coming, and sorry to frustrate, it is not intentional. It is just the consequence of enjoying stories written by someone with a few...focus problems...

Update: Yes, I have noticed the format is all messed up on some that I copied and pasted from another location. The EP copy/pastes are the worst -.-
I am trying to fix this...

Warned you it might be a little...messy...

More updates: Disappearing posts-some posts will be disappearing from the home page feed. They are still there, but will be hidden. These are the ones I have created a separate page for. The links to the original posts will be at the top of those pages, so the stories aren't gone, and the comments on those won't be gone either. They will just not clutter up the home page. I think I will eventually move all "story/experience" posts to their own page, so the home page will just be my whatever ramblings.

Anyways, let me know what you think of the changes in the comments.