So, Saturday, my friend Kati came over. She's going through ANOTHER break up. We all have a friend like that, right? Anyways, my husband was working late, so we decided to enjoy a few drinks. Let's just say we had a couple past a few... There we are just cozy and tipsy on the couch and Kati kissed me... like really kissed me. "I'm so sorry, I'm drunk, you're beautiful & I just couldn't control myself." Kati said, sounding really apologetic and embarrassed. "I have no problem kissing you, Kati. My husband might be jealous, he fantasizes about us doing naughty things." She kissed me again, this time straddling my lap. Her lips are so soft, her tongue gently caressing mine. "Let's make him jealous." She says. She sits up and removes her shirt, exposing her very pretty bra and absolutely perfect breasts. I begin kissing on her cleavage, removing her bra... Oh my God, her chest is amazing. She sits straight up, placing her breasts right in my face. I nibble beside her nipple, I flick my tongue against her nipple, causing it to harden up under my breath. I suck her nipple in my mouth. Mmm... "I think my husband is more than jealous now." I said, jokingly. "Oh, honey, I haven't even started yet." She exclaims. She drops down to her knees and removes my shorts. "I'm just gonna play," she says, "lay back." As I lay back, she spreads me wide open. She lays her tongue flat against my pussy and in one slow, fluid motion, she tastes all of me. She sucks my clit into her warm mouth and begins flicking her tongue so swiftly. I was so caught up, I didn't notice that Mike had came home early. "Um, what's going on?" He asks. He's confused and, based on the tent, aroused. Before I could even form words, Kati chimes in... "I'm tasting your sweet wife, jealous?" "Kinda." He says, as he takes a seat close enough to see the show. "I'm just going to watch." He says. Kati dives right back in... licking, sucking, tasting me. She climbs on top of me and kisses me again. She whispers "wanna give him a show or let him play too?" "He can play." I mutter. She turns to him and puts his hands on her breasts. He looks to me for approval. I stand behind Kati, placing my hands on her that are holding his hands to her breasts. "Excuse me, Kati, I'd like to kiss my husband hello. Why don't you let his little friend out, since he's been standing at attention for some time now." As Kati drops to her knees to pull Mike's cock out, I straddle his lap and kiss him deeply. "Kati's sucking my dick." He says, surprisingly. "It's ok, babe, enjoy, she's got a finger in me." I replied. "Kati, lay down!" I say. Then, I go to town on her soaked pussy. So wet, so sweet, so delicious. Mike comes up behind me and shoves his dick deep into me, causing my face to go hard into Kati's sweet spot. Mike pounds me harder and harder, making me fuck Kati with my face. Kati begins sliding lower and lower, until I'm being fucked right over her. She's loving it and still slides lower. She begins licking my clit as Mike is hitting it hard, doggy style. "I'm going to bust." Mike states, "I can't last." We cum so hard together, right over Kati's face as she continues to suck my clit. Mike pulls out and Kati is still in my pussy. She begins sucking my slit, taking in every drop of mine & Mike's juices. It was amazing & Kati will definitely have to come back again.
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I am so fed up with society as a whole assuming that women aren't sexual, that we don't get turned on easily, that we NEED romance and foreplay before sex. Women LOVE sex... not all, but on a whole, women are also sexual beings, just like males, as hard as that is to believe. Thinking of the dress code bullshit and how males are so easily turned on that shoulders have to be covered, actually got me thinking about how some not so typically sexual things (for lack of a better word), can turn people on.
For example, my husband peering over his sunglasses at me is so fucking sexy. He may look like a fool to some or a douche to others but he looks fucking gorgeous to me. My husband has a thing for cargo pants, the fit on a female body, does something to him. It's so odd to me that it's just assumed that in order to turn a female on, there has to be some bold romantic gesture or an hour of foreplay. That has to be something that was started by a male or a female that really wanted to put a man to work. Women are so known for reading erotica... women can be completely turned on by words on a page but men really think that we need a whole bathroom lit with candles and a rose petal bath (that we have to clean up when it's all said and done) to get horny? A lot of women that I know are actually horny all the time or at least could easily be turned on with a little effort of some kind. Maybe it isn't the woman's fault or the acts that aren't getting her turned on, maybe it's just the person attempting to do so? So, it's day 3 of having my daily writing blog and only the second post because I have already fucked up. I had full intentions of getting on early yesterday morning, after I had taken the little ladies to their first day of school, and writing something out. I actually had full intentions of coming here and bitching. I wanted to bitch about school dress codes and how they are typically against female clothing more so than males.
However, when I was reading the school handbook because we relocated over the summer placing us in a new school district, I was surprised. There was the typical not allowed attire; no violent or vulgar images. no racist, sexist, or hateful sayings. no excessive tearing or holes. all shirts must cover the stomach. What surprised me was that I didn't see "no tank tops or spaghetti straps", which is one that has always peeved me for some reason. I find it completely unfathomable that female shoulders are so distracting that there has to be a rule against them. That it is a dress code violation to wear a tank top. Since this new district doesn't have any issues with spaghetti straps and tank tops, I didn't really have anything to bitch about. I know that's no excuse for not writing but it's my current excuse. They say that the best way to become a writer is to write every day. That it doesn’t matter the content, context, perspective, or even how well it’s written. Just as long as it’s words being written, daily. I’ve been striving to be a writer since I started reading and yet, I sit with so many unfinished or unpublished pieces.
Does writing a book make me a writer? Does publishing a piece of work make me a writer? I don’t know. I know that I’ve written an entire book and did nothing with it because I didn’t quite like it enough. I know that I have a handful of short stories that I’ve self-published. I know I have been writing my entire life and yet, I still don’t feel like a writer. I write often and I write well, but how do I become a writer? I don’t know. I know I’ve wanted to write a book for some time now. I know having the ability to paint an entire picture within someone’s mind with only words, sounds absolutely magical. I want to be magical! I'm not good with slide of hand, I can’t pull a rabbit from a hat, and I only know one card trick... I’m definitely no magician. Maybe writing daily is what will make me a writer, maybe it will make me magical. I won’t know until I do it. So, welcome to this blog, my blog. I’ll be writing every day until I become a writer. Tuesday’s Daily Dish- Pieces of work, rants, raves and maybe even literal dishes. I’m gonna write until I'm a writer. |
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