BOGO Blog

"Insta-kink," I think. I think? No, I know. White lights, red lights, L.E.D. I would gladly throw open the curtains and pull of my shirt to press my breasts up against the window and pull my pants down below my ass and beg for it. But that is also because I am an exhibitionist. Which is an able foil to your voyeurism. Backstop? Baby, I got your backstop and I don't give a two-penny fuck about the neighbors or their forty year old teenaged friends. The need to write comes on like a red tide; suddenly hard to breathe, waters is murky, fish is dying! I love those sounds that escape you. Up above me thinking how badly I need that tongue that is half sticking out of your mouth. And now, for my second act: a goodbye reunion, a squeaky voice hollering, smouldering me and my butt, a call to reality. See you in bed, Daddy. I'll be on my belly, naked with legs akimbo.

Blimey

Cock, alright, just no knee. Unless? Nah. I mean, we can use knees, but let's stick with yours. We have before and we will again. It is always fun for a little while, spread open and wet and bouncing slightly, ears pricked (pun intended) for that sound you release when the nerve endings in your thigh finally convey the message to your brain who then sends a message to your lungs; the tiniest bit of a whimper, when I come for you, facing you, reminding your leg of what your whole self needs, kissing and caressing your face. Daddy, I need you, strung out real long and desperate-like. Whiny, even, but not too. And don't you need me, Daddy? Cue fake doe-eyes, affect an innocent bat of the eyelashes? Oh, please? For the length of cigarette or longer? "Suck Me While I ..." gets more comical each time and hotter, too; a true sit-com. Suck you while you check the tire pressure? You got it. Suck you while you balance the checkbook? Sure thing. Suck you while you configure the TiVo? Practically a cliche.

Soon we will set sail for our twelve day party and I will fucking wreck you. In a good way. Command your attention. Gently help you to prioritize. Walk around mostly naked. But mostly just walk around naked. Make porn. Watch the porn we just made during rounds II-IV. Catch some fish. Masturbate each other in the car. Re-learn the in's and out's. Make less puns. Cook for you. Go down that rabbit hole. Turn you on. Remind you of your masculinity. Remind you of my femininity. Switch roles. Switch positions. Find new venues. Savor old ones. Good old Tahoe. Best tent ever. Ejaculate flying everywhere. The sound of the ocean. Watch the boats line up in the ocean. Get fingered while leaning over the railing of the deck overlooking the ocean. Get videotaped doing that. Sit on your face. Be a rockstar. Get tied up. Get burned. Get bruised. Get tanked. Get more. Remember the cast net. Gaze at the stars. Get you so worked up. Get myself worked up. Sleep together. Shower together. Find your favorite candy. Treat friction burns. Feel the breeze. Breathe salty. Fuck at low tide and at high. Scout the birds and the slicks. Back the truck up. Visit. Catch up. Remember me? The fun one? The funny one? The one that loves to fuck in all ways? That loves your voice? Adores your face? The one who sees your every kindness? Can't set up her own rig? That will show you any part on demand? That is down for anything, any time at all? That needs you in a way that is fundamental? I am still her. I will be her again soon. I will always be her.