tamuning

Ran across this on Tumblr and it was such a fucking turn-on I had to share it: Yeah, I get that I’m hot. I’ve got a body, a cute face, and I know guys dig my scruff. I know I could go out to a club tonight and find some slutty little twink who I could bring home to go...

She is restless, awaking around 2 AM and unable to go back to sleep. He on the other hand seems to be sleeping contentedly. She lays close to him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, and even in sleep she cannot keep her hands away from his body. Having him so close, smelling his smells...

In the dead of night he awakened, aroused, erect, hot. Laying beside him was the object of his obsession, the voluptuous and erotic woman he had fucked just hours ago, who had fucked him, consumed him, drained him. Yet he was again ready, and he needed her, needed to fuck her, needed to...

I awake, restless again, boned and hot for you, the memory of our session last night vivid in my mind. Pressing my body against the soft curve of your back, rubbing my cock against your ass, I softly kiss your shoulder, your arm, feeling your body nestling against me, your warmth both...

Recently an event occurred in a fleeting example of what might be termed international diplomacy on the world stage -- after all, with the world wide web we are all on the world stage. In this case citizens of three nations were involved. Fortunately the three nations are considered allies...

I used to wonder why my father “did the right thing” and married my mother. It would have been easy to retreat to the navy base and pretend I wasn’t happening. Maybe her family appealed to the base commander and he forced the issue. Maybe there really was a shotgun involved. What I do know is...

The little farm on which we lived was 20 acres, too small to support a family, but it seemed huge to me. Our nearest neighbors to the north, south and west were at least a quarter-mile away and to the east a mile distant as the crow flies, 3 miles driving. That was my grandmother’s house, our...

It was a cliché, the confluence of lives on a distant isle. The Navy man off the farm and in a faraway slice of paradise, the local girl, not so innocent but certainly not worldly, culturally a world apart, exotic and alluring. The when and where of it all has been lost in time, but out of...

She blew into my life unexpectedly, quietly, just a few months ago. It all started innocently enough, a compliment paid, admiration expressed for beautiful photographs. Brief notes exchanged. Her comments on other blogs noted, comments on her blog piquing interest. This is a woman of intellect...