When you are young you think you are sure
That what is in front of you is certain
But with age, experience, scars of hurt and the distrust they breed
You are less sure, more sceptical of all those who come before you
And for the most part you are right to be so
Trust is so often misplaced
Occasionally though, only occasionally
One will stand before you who will be deserving
Though you won’t know it to begin
They will prove themselves worthy
Of your hope, rekindling your faith, reigniting your desires
And one day, you may just find yourself thinking of that word you had long forgotten
The word you were sure had betrayed you
A word so powerful and yet thrown around so recklessly by the young
For sure it may happen again
Someday
But before that day, comes much exploration
And I’ve only just begun to explore

Scars of happiness, scars of misery,  scars of torture.

All etched into my flesh,  my skin a timeline of emotions,  fingertips trace my deepest, darkest, experiences.

These scars go deeper than flesh or bone,  they leave a road map of life on my soul.

You have traversed the superficial wounds and now with silken touch, adventure into the graveyard of my spirit just to find for me a breach of sunlight in the grimness.

And the longer I stand here with you,  the longer you touch me, the longer you love me, I watch that light strengthen and fill a clearing I never knew was there.

Here, you tell me, is where I begin again.

You know I must admit, I do love feeling my own body.
The silky smooth softness of my skin.
The firmness of my arse.
The dip between my hip to ribs and the muscle that lays beneath all that smooth skin of my back.
I love letting my fingers tickle along that valley that runs from hip to groin. The smoothness of my hairless cunt before slipping between my lips to find myself sopping wet.
Then back up over my tummy, to feel the ridge created by the base of my ribs. One of places to be kissed is along that ridge.
Then cupping my breast in hand and tweaking my nipple, pinching it between fingers as my other hand runs up the inside of my thighs.

I don’t have much of an ego, but I do love the way I feel. The guys I’ve been with are right, I do feel pretty amazing. I can only imagine what it must be like for them, to run their hands and mouth all over me, and then to finally push their hard cock inside of my tight cunt. That usually makes them moan so animalistically and the tell me how amazing I feel. It feels so amazing to have a guy do that to me.

The head of his cock dipped in then pulled out again.

“For fucks sake!”

“You’re still not ready for me.”

“Still? I’m sopping wet and you’ve been eating me out for over an hour!”

He chuckled as his stubble brushed over my already tender cunt. “If you let me finger you it wouldn’t take so long, but you are still too tight to take me in one hit.”

“Honey, you’re huge! I could have the wettest, loosest cunt in the world and I would still be too tight for that throbbing monster that is your cock.”

He dragged his chin through my wet labia and I moaned against the rough onslaught. I was going to be having trouble walking tomorrow if he gave me stubble rash. “So you think you’re ready?”

“Hell yes!”

He lifted above me and without any assistance the dripping head of his cock found my entrance immediately. “Are you sure?”

I dragged my nails down the tensed biceps of his arms. I loved the definition in his arms, loved holding on for dear life as he fucked me, feeling the muscles bunch and extend with each thrust. He pressed his cock into me again, slowly till his head was buried. He took a firm grip on my hips and with a pinch of his lips on mine he slammed into me with all the power of those muscled thighs. I cried out, my back arching as he rammed into my cervix and buried himself there squirming his hips to go that little bit deeper. “Hmm what do you know, you were ready. A little bit of force and your tight cunt gives it up with barely a scratch.”

I raised my eyebrows and pointedly looked at his upper arms. His eyes followed mine to the bright red scratches already raised and angry. He scowled but couldn’t hide the smile as he thrust a little deeper again. “So I’m wearing long sleeves to work tomorrow!”

Abandoned

Avaricious

Concupiscent

Debauched

Dissolute

Edacious,

Esurient,

Immoral

Insatiable

Libidinous

Licentious,

Loose

Lustful

Rapacious,

Ravenous

Unquenchable

Voracious

Wanton

All the words you could use to describe me

But you choose

Mine!