The Effect

Tracy Emin

This is the goal.

Private thoughts

I think of you when I get out of the shower, standing in front of the steamed up mirror drying myself off. I can't help but imagine you standing behind me. Hands reaching for my breasts, your body pressed against me, pushing me into the sink. I'd place my hands on the mirror to brace my body as you push me forward, watching my ass lift. Your hands on my hips as you nudge my legs apart. The mirror doubling you, me and everything in between, feels almost like an audience. I can feel the tip of your cock pushing against my lips, then plunging deep inside of me. Roughly you grab my hair with one hand while digging your other hand into my side. I can feel the bruises forming on my hips from the sink but I don't care. I'd look into the mirror, into your eyes and beg you to fuck me.

Lustful Moments

The minute he opened the door, she wanted to do nothing more then drop to her knees, pulling down his pants and taking him into her mouth. He must have known by the look on her face because he grabbed her hand, pulling her into the house quickly. Pushing her up against the wall, his hands roamed from her hair down to her thighs, kissing her hard.

"Hi," she said breathlessly.

The ones that speak to you!

There are times when I read blogs and I am floored that things I am feeling or have felt are right there in black and white.

I've been in Britni's position with Bruiser. I've gotten the late night calls, the being ignored and the emotional baggage that comes along with caring for someone like that. It was really hard to break that off too. You get sucked into something that you pray will change but never does. Hell I remember the last time I saw him, he was trying to convince me he had changed. We were standing at the mall, looking over the balcony. He hugged me from behind and it took every bit of my willpower to tell him, no.

And there is Sexie Sadie. I swear at times I'm living her life and vice versa with the things she writes. Her views on her relationships are something I can relate too. And it is nice to know that the things I feel irrational about, aren't just me.

My point is, thank you ladies for sharing.

Life rushing at me!

I have things I've written. I have stories started but I am so distracted that I can't seem to finish anything!

I keep picking up on song lyrics that fit my mood.

Lady Gaga: Poker Face
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun

Pussycat Dolls: Buttons
You've been saying all the right things all night long
But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off

Justin Timberlake: Sexyback
Dirty babe
You see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
Ill let you whip me if i misbehave
It's just that no one makes me feel this way

I really need to figure out a way to stop being distracted.

Any ideas?! :)

The movies.

Sometimes she preferred the back of the movie theater and other times right in the middle. Tonight she was in the mood for the back row. The light from the movie screen barely lite the row, leaving them surrounded by darkness.

His arm was on the back of her chair, his lap open. Leaning against his chest she let one hand rest on his thigh. As the movie starts she moves her hand up his thigh until she reaches his zipper. Not taking her eyes off the screen, she unbuttoned his jeans, lowers his zipper and slips her hand inside to stroke him.

He shifted slightly, looking at her and smiled.

Hot and bothered

He sent these to her then told her she would have to wait two more days to see him.

"Throw you on the bed, pin your hands over your head and just have my way with you..."
"Flip you over on your knees, pushing your head down on to the pillows, getting your ass up in the air, then just tease you, running the tip of my cock over your wet pussy, only pushing in just the head. Then when you can't take anymore, feeling your hips start to buck trying to force me in, I'll plunge as deep as I can go."

Now those are text messages meant to make someone squirm.
And they worked. ;)