On why it was we were fighting exactly...

So, Frances didn't mention why it was we were fighting.  The long and the short of it is, it was because of the Man.

We were supposed to be together this weekend.  At first, it was to be Friday.  My town had maybe 6 inches of snow, hers had less.  But there were spots in between that had close to a foot, with more coming on top of it.  Badly as we were missing each other, the weekend was young and we decided it wasn't worth taking our lives into our hands...

So then it was on to Saturday.  The plan was that we were going to spin our respective alibis and sneak off mid-evening, and probably stagger home sometime after closing time, in my case probably chugging a quick shot of something on my way to bed and feigning tipsy.  We spent most of the morning and early afternoon texting back and forth as we always do, not about anything in particular that I recall.  It got to be about 5, and one of us finally got around to saying 'so, about tonight...'

Well, neither of us had our alibis in order, and for whatever reason we got our communication all crossed up.  I guess I sounded wishy-washy, and like I wouldn't be able to get away.  Frances ran her alibi up the flagpole, and it didn't go over well.  The Man had apparently been set on spending some 'quality time' with her and played his sad puppy dog act.  I was worried, but she assured me that she could still get out of it, and that he didn't seem to mean that kind of 'quality time.'

But apparently he did.  He was intent on having his way with her.  And she argued, and told him no, and made it perfectly clear that she had no interest.  But when push came to shove, she had no way out of it.  She brought it to an end quickly, but by that point the damage was done.  It was too late.  Our evening together was gone.

And I'm trying to be done dwelling, but I was hurt and angry and just fucking sick about it.  See, the thing is this...  The longer we go on, the more territorial I get and the more it pains me every time they're together.  It didn't used to be like this, for either of us.  We used to practically cheer each other on in our activities at home.  It was like boys in the locker room or something. We'd bitch to each other about not getting laid, and then brag about it when we finally did, and repeat...

I'm not sure EXACTLY when the change happened, but I think it had to do with the couch incident.  This was back in about February, early on for us.  Frances and I were bantering in our typical fashion, and it came up that the Man never really fucked her on their couch.  To which, my response, obviously, was 'well, I will!'  We continued playing back and forth with it for a few days, which included her sending me a yummy picture of her all sprawled out on the couch for me.  And then, as I remember it, the Man got home from being gone for a couple days, and she was waiting on the couch for him...  :-/

I felt hurt, cheated, betrayed, you name it...  And it erupted into the biggest fight we'd ever had at that point.  I looked through the email archives while writing this, which was not entirely pleasant, and I offer you some excerpts...

d:

I know I'm not very justified in feeling this way, but I really felt like it was mine and you took it from me.  We had this whole discussion about it, how that was something he doesn't do, and you and I would be all about, and you had lured me in with beautiful sexy pictures, and I felt a little bit like we had claimed it somehow.  And then you kind of ran right out and did it without me.  I almost feel like that picture's not for me anymore...

f:

you are completely justified. and i am incredibly sorry. especially after having read all this. ugh...my heart is hurting, but i completely understand. i wish i had some way to explain it. some reason that would make it ok. the only thing that comes to mind is that i thought it would never actually happen for us. and maybe that in some way i didn't think it fair for us to have something that wasn't his as well. does that make any sense? i mean i'm trying to keep my loyalty there in some way you know? as much i as i wanted the couch to be all yours, deep down maybe the guilt of giving it to you was too much.

d:

*pouting*  Doesn't mean you had to give it to him instead though, does it?  It does (make sense).  But that's kind of what stings about it, because I really wanted us to (have something that wasn't his).

f:

no! not 'instead'...but it was almost like, IF i gave it to him, i could ALSO give it to you and some how alleviate some of my guilt. grr...i'm sorry. i am all sorts of complicated. on one hand i have all this guilt about giving you something that isn't his and on the other i ABSOLUTELY want us to have something that is ours and no body elses. i think it would totally bond us together and take the relationship to another level and that is what scares me i think. i am too sentimental. everything just means too much.

d:

I hope you realize, baby, that's it's not really about the couch, it was never about the couch.  Sure, it sounded hot, but whether it's the couch or something else, I REALLY don't care.  What I wanted was that it was ours.  Not that it doesn't still sound nice, but it's not ever going to be exciting in the same way I'm afraid.  And I would REALLY love for us to have something.  Even if it's such a small thing or a subtle distinction that only we would know.

f:

:-( i love and i hate reading this. it is so wonderful to hear how passionate you are about having something that is just ours, but it just reminds me how this could have been avoided. grr...i WILL make this up to you.

And from that point on, I basically began to take her from him piecemeal, one place and deed and little trick at a time.  The first thing I took was a big one, and one I've occasionally felt a bit guilty about taking.  One of our favorite things together is for Frances to climb into my lap and ride me.  It's REALLY fucking good.  Unfortunately, it's also a bit of a favorite of the Man's.  But at the time, I think I was feeling a little vindictive.  I didn't just need us to have something for us.  I also needed to take something away from him, to make up for the thing he took away from me.  It came to me in a flash, with Frances in my lap in some hotel bed.  THIS needed to be ours.  So I asked for it, knowing that it was a big one.  And because she loves me, she gave it to me.  And I know it hasn't always been an easy thing to do.  I know he's asked for it, and I know she's had to work her magic to not give it to him.  But I love her for it.

As time's gone on, there have been a few others added to the list.  Things that I thought were ours already that were maybe not as much a thing of the past as I'd believed...  But for every new thing that's mine, there's another that I want to take.  There's more to say about this, I know...  But what it all comes down to is that I won't be satisfied until she's ALL mine.  I can hope...

ps (1/1/09):  I forgot...  We DID eventually make it to the couch.  And while this little incident certainly crossed our minds, we had one of the most loving and wonderfully intense evenings we've ever had on that couch.  So there.  ;-)  -d.

Sunday's Sins of the Flesh V

we're talking sins of a whole different kind this week, i suppose...or maybe they are one in the same. it's kinda hard to tell. as with my entire relationship with daniel, talk of guilt and sin get a little complicated.

if you're looking for something sexy, you may want to skip this post. if you'd like to get a little insight into my world, by all means, continue reading.

i'm not an incredibly religious person, but i do believe. i've found it tough to reconcile my faith with my relationship with daniel this last year. i love him. it makes things difficult, but it's entirely true. And, more importantly, i don't feel like it's wrong to love him. on the contrary it feels completely natural and better than right. unfortunately, both being otherwise committed puts a huge kink in the works. i guess maybe that's why i've been mentally skipping out on the sermons at church this last year. i mean, it's totally fucking hot to be thinking such dirty thoughts in that environment, but i also think it's a little bit an escape from dealing with the guilt i have about this whole situation.

without going into too much detail, daniel and i were in the midst of a fight this weekend. by church time we'd 'made up' as best we could without seeing each other. (see below)













however, i was still in no mood to be thinking naughty thoughts. being thusly less distracted i found myself listening to the pastor and pondering.
we were asked to reflect on a sin that we held close to our heart. something that we would never tell anybody. sadly, daniel popped into my mind, but i really couldn't commit to him being my sin. (as i mentioned, i can't consider loving him wrong, just the lying and the hurting of other people) so next i considered infidelity, but my pride wouldn't let me admit to that either. i finally settled on 'lack of faith.' it seemed the simplest phrase to encompass all the things i was brooding over. i considered my lack of faith in God's plan for me and my life, lack of faith in my marriage, my unfaithfulness with daniel, my lack of faith in myself and my ability to live a good and happy life.

there was this whole ritualistic shedding of the sins and i left feeling lighter, having recognized my faults, but still confused how i can reconcile my faith with the fact that i choose to continue to be sinful in my actions. how can i ask forgiveness for something that i know i will continue to do? i know God loves me, i never doubt that. he's been very good to me, but i won't insult him by asking for forgiveness for something i'm going to turn around and go right back to do again.

so there you have it. the internal struggle that has become my life. daniel didn't have much to say when i told him all this, but he thought it might make a more interesting blog than what i intended to do. (fake like i had a sexy thought and post something from our archives) at least you know we're always honest here, sexy or not.

dirty little secrets...

i'm sure daniel won't be surprised by any of these, but i feel compelled to share a little bit tonight. maybe he'll return the favor for you...

I. i love porn. though erotic literature tends to do it a little better for me, a good adult film can happily help me waste a couple hours. mum's the word, but i'm a bit addicted. currently loving this scene with two girls and a guy. towards the beginning, one girl is seated in his lap rubbing her cunt on his prick while the other kneels below ravishing them both with her tongue. later he is fucking the licker while he has three fingers buried in the other girl. he is rubbing her clit with his thumb and finger fucking her in rhythm with his thrusts. grr...it's the sounds that get me. i love the sounds people make when they're fucking. animal. lust filled. hungry.

II. sometimes, late at night when The Man is sleeping next to me, i like to get off thinking of daniel. i just can't help myself. we have these late night online chats and he leaves me all wet and wanting. it's so naughty to be lying there, trying not to wake The Man, but trying to get off. i slide my hand into my jammy pants. thinking i'll just play for a while, i run my finger between my lips to tease my wet little clit. i should know i can't stop once i get to this point. soon i am rubbing furiously on my pussy, stifling my moans and attempting to make the least amount of movement possible. i come practically biting my tongue to keep silent. then i roll over and fall asleep smiling.

III. i love the taste of my pussy. i often stop fucking daniel just long enough to taste my juice on his cock. it drives me wild when he kisses me and his lips are covered with pussy, MY pussy. i love when his face smells like me. i smell like sex. it's so hot when we leave each other and i can smell sex, us, on me throughout the day. maybe i was a lesbian in another life...?

a command performance...

So, Frances and I had a fun day today, despite not getting to see each other. I was on the road for work, so we spent most of the afternoon chatting on and off and being generally light hearted and lovey. It was putting a wonderful spring in my step, and also getting me a little wound up and horny. Just kinda how it works with us...

Anyway, once I'd made it back to the office, I had to sneak off for a minute alone, and of COURSE had to tell Frances so. Again, just how we roll... ;-)

A brief transcript follows.

f: Just crawled into bed. Sigh. Cozy. Sleepy. Yummy. What's got you all in need of a min? If I weren't so sleepy and headachy I might have a min too. Maybe AFTER my nap? A little porn and a little coming for you? Mmm...

d: Just been pent up and needing to come for a couple days now... Yummy grrs to you all sleepy and cozy. Hmm... Maybe I'll call you in an hour or so and inspire you a little... Getting a bit close over here, you know... ;-D

f: Close to coming? Grr... I fucking love when you come for me. Love to have you over me, pounding me. Your cock rubbing all my spots and feeling you release into me. Grr... Love to take all of you. Have you fill me up.

d: (A picture which will be left to your imagination of my post-orgasmic cock with a drop of come dangling from the tip.) Mm! Baby... Came for you just as your message was buzzing my phone. Mm, I love you...

So, shortly after that, Frances had her little nap as promised, and I went back to work for my last hour or so. The day came to an end, and I hopped in my car and called her, like I mostly always do.

"Hello?" answered a tiny little sleepy voice. I LOVE waking her up and hearing that little half asleep voice. Always reminds me of waking up next to her and those delicious morning times we always have when we get the chance...

And I don't remember exactly how the conversation went at first, but she was clearly still feeling a bit cozy and delicious and hadn't forgotten her little post-nap idea from earlier.

"What are you up to over there, love?" I asked, hearing yummy little pleasurable sounds on the other end.

"Oh... nothing." She likes to be coy.

"Hmm... I think you need to tell me, baby..." We went back and forth a bit. She seemed intrigued by the idea that she might be punished if she didn't tell me. :-) I assured her that, if that's what she was after, I could probably offer her some bonus punishment if she DID tell me...

"Mmm... Just playing."

That was what I wanted to hear. I filled her ear with a steady stream of encouraging little sweet nothings, which included reliving a sexy little encounter we'd had a few days before in the front seat of her car. As I heard her pleasure build, I kept it up. Told her what a good girl she was. How wonderful she sounded. Finally, I said the magic words...

"Yes, baby. Come for me now."

Through the phone, I could hear her suddenly explode for me, finally crashing over the hill of a long, beautiful orgasm...

As she lay miles away, panting for breath from the pleasure we had just brought her together, all I could do was praise her again.

"Mmm... Good job, baby."

Sunday's Sins of the Flesh IV:

fact or fantasy?

i imagine you, slightly reclined in the passenger's seat of my car. head thrown back, hand wrapped loosely around your cock. your balls spilling out over the open zipper of your jeans. it's fall. we're parked near a creek, somewhere off the main road. it's sprinkling and everything is blanketed in a colorful layer of red, orange, and vibrant yellow leaves. the windows cracked, it smells of warm, wet autumn. my clothes are askew. my lips, burning from our fervent smooching. i look around, scanning the road for accidental voyeurs. when i turn back, you are absentmindedly stroking your cock. i reach out to pet you and you gently wrap my small hand around your cock and cover it with yours. we stroke you together. you control the pace and the pressure, but it's my soft fingers making contact with your skin. you sigh and relax into a rhythm. i'm soaking at the sight of you. abruptly you stop and encourage me to give you a gentle squeeze just under the head. i'm mesmerized. one huge pearly drop of pre-come rests on the tip of your cock. leaning over i use the tip of my tongue to gingerly taste you. mmm...you are light, almost sweet, barely perceptible in my mouth. your cock is harder than i have ever seen it and aching to come. i self-consciously slip out of my pants. you smile as i move into your lap, facing you, struggling to mount you in the confines of the car. you tip the seat back to give me more room, but i lean forward to catch you in an extended kiss. as my tongue slips between your lips, i move my hips down to yours and your cock presses against the lips of my wet pussy. moaning into my mouth, you grab my hips and thrust me down onto you. i circle my hips, giving you a little lap dance that i know drives you wild. i reach around and stroke your soft balls underneath. you growl in appreciation. your hands are under my shirt, pawing at me, tweaking my nipples, urging me to ride you, and harder. we are both lost in the moment, moaning, breathing so heavily that the car windows have begun to fog up. 'yes baby,' i moan. 'come for me, fill me up.' i increase the speed of my fucking. my hips moving wildly above you as you hold me tight and help to move me in the way that will get you there. i see that look. i know you are on the edge. finally allowing yourself to crash over it, you begin bucking your hips to fuck me wildly from below. your unintelligible moans are rapid and undeniably sexy. i can feel you twitching inside me, emptying, filling me full. as i collapse onto you, out of breath, my head on your shoulder, i can feel you trickling out of me. it's the saddest feeling, but i know there is always more where that came from...


this little story could be one from our archives or just a little something i made up. daniel would be the only one to know for sure, but i bet he won't tell my secret. enjoy!

Regarding Birthday Fun...

Mm, birthday fun...  Good times.  I must say, though, love, I think I need a little more credit.  ;-)  It's true, you started off by fucking me gently with the first inch or so of it.  But what you neglected to mention was that I ended up taking it to about here:

I must say, I felt a little proud of myself, for my first pass at it.  It's not so much the length of the thing, it's the taper that gets you.  At its widest point, I can barely get my hand around the thing...  (Which is more than you can say for some other things, lol)  One more little nudge, and the rest of it would've slipped right in for sure, but at that point I seriously didn't have any more in me.  Gives us something to work on for next time.  And we might have an idea or two for what needs to happen once we get it in...

Mm, such a fantastic feeling though.  The fingers, the toy, all of it.  So exhilarating to be all relaxed and submissive and just be the one to get fucked...  I'm going off on a bit of a tangent here, but in our lives apart from each other, Frances and I both tend to be the dominant ones.  When we get together, though, it's a little bit anything goes.  Most often, I end up becoming even MORE dominant, and she becomes my sweet little submissive girl.  And then sometimes she turns the tables on me, pins me down, takes charge.

It's one of my favorite things about us, that we can both go in both directions the way we do.  It's all well and good being a top, or a bottom, or whichever if that's your thing.  But I want it all.  And so does she.  And it's not like one way is 'real' and the other is just us playing a role or something like that.  We just both genuinely have these sides to us, and they can turn on a dime, and grr!  It's such fun.

Anyway, I digress.  This was my best birthday ever, for sure.  Cupcakes, a thermos full of booze, and a night of my darling Frances fucking my tight little ass.  What more could a guy want?

Sunday's Sins of the Flesh III:

sexually, daniel and i are open to just about anything. we don't much get into the super fetishy peeing on each other things, but a little cream pie and some backdoor fun suit us fine. i'm always surprised how uninhibited and willing he is. we've even talked about him letting me fuck him with a strap on and he doesn't run screaming! my church thought for this week was a mental reliving of our recent anal exploits.


Backdoor Birthday Bonanza
for daniel's birthday this year we had our own private party with a presents, cupcakes, lube, a butt plug, and our first anal play...on him.

we started in the shower. pushing his face to the cold wall, i grabbed the soap and worked my way onto my knees behind him. teasingly i slid my soapy fingers over his wet skin, cupping his balls, and ever so slightly working my small hand between his ass cheeks. i playfully nipped at his tush with my teeth and slid a finger into him. he gasped. using both hands i cupped his balls and slipped 2 fingers barely inside, gently, nervous I might hurt him. this, of course, was well received, so i continued that way for a while, caressing and playing. feeling dirty, i used my hands to spread him open. the water ran down his back and washed the suds away. i tentatively followed the opposite course of the water with my tongue. he jumped and let out a low rumble. suitably encouraged my tongue worked its way over the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. soon my tongue was lightly teasing up and down his entire crack, pushing slightly on the spot my fingers had been previously.

i'm really not sure how, but we ended up in the comfy king size bed, his face buried in the pillow and 2 of my fingers buried a few knuckles deep in his ass. out came the 'equipment'. the Man and i had ordered some porn and received a bright red butt plug and some anal lube free. he's pretty vanilla, so there was NO chance of us using it. when i showed it to daniel initially, i said it was scary huge and there was no way i was going to use it. he just smirked and said 'well maybe it's not for you.' (damn i love that man!)


i proceeded to lube up his asshole with my fingers and teased him with the head of the plug. 'relax baby' i'd say when he'd start to get tense. soon he was pushing gently back and allowing me more room to slowly fuck him with the first inch or so of the toy. (it's fairly big. maybe 5 inches total?) i tried fondling him a little while we were at it, but i'm pretty new at this too, so i was a bit enthralled with the whole idea of fucking my boyfriend for once. soon daniel was feeling a little spent and we moved onto other things. i'm sure we'll revisit this again soon. we're both dying for him to take it all and fuck me, so we can both be filled up.

i'm sure he'll have a bit to say about this...
you're up lover!

Room 338

we've been in quite a few hotel rooms in the last year, but there is one hotel we ALWAYS come back to. the staff is kind and accommodating--even when we want to get into a room at 8 am to fuck like bunnies on a random work day. if you need a great CHEAP hotel room, check out America's Best.

yesterday was one of those 8-am-fuck-like-bunnies days. we met at the elevator. for the second week in a row we've been sent to room 338, on the top floor, all the way at the end of the hall. how sweet of them to consider our privacy!
"it's almost becoming our usual," i muse, as we approach the door.

in this is the same room last week i experienced my first true multiple orgasm. mmm...happy memories. who knew more there was more excitement to be had?!? must be the mojo in the room...

i'm on orgasm 2 (of 3 for the day). daniel has his face buried between my legs and i'm writhing in ecstasy as his lips and tongue work my clit and the delicate surrounding areas. he knows i come most hard when i have a few fingers in me too, but - wonderful man that he is - he likes to keep things fresh, so we're constantly trying new things and changing up the routine.

his arms are wrapped around my hips (so sexy!); his hands attempting to hold me to the mattress. obviously the orgasm will be more clitoral with no internal stimulation, (see my 'ins' and 'outs' post for more info on that!) but once again my lover (and my orgasm) surprise me.

he alternates light licks and all out slurps. he concentrates on one spot and just when i'm out of my mind with lust he finds a new spot to torture. i honestly have no idea what he was doing when i started to come, but it was immediate, intense, and never ending. honestly, i don't think I have ever come longer. i remember an intense warmth and my lips tingling for ages. my hips rose off the bed and i swear if i had let him continue or if he had hurried up and began fucking me i would've come again. involuntarily i found my hand covering my pussy, mashing my lips against my clit, not sure whether to rub and try for two or ride the wave. unfortunately my brain had shut down, so i went with the latter.

things are so different with daniel. he's given me more pleasure than i ever knew existed. every time i experience something a little different. we are so fucking good together!

so lover...what do you say? care to meet me in room 338 again soon?

Photojournalism, a rebuttal.

daniel is right, pictures ARE a huge part of what makes us...well...us. he's also right in that i DO have the good ones of him.

for your viewing pleasure, i would like to present:

~a few of my favorite parts~

lips: great for hours of face-chafing-bite-your-lips-off makeout sessions that usually lead to nether nibbles and endless amounts of orgasms.

hands: always perfect for holding and providing a relaxing massage, but mostly appreciated for their work on a certain spot named 'g'.

balls: these huge soft sacks full of tasty come never let me down. they always seem to have another load ready, be it the first or the THIRD time in 6 hours.

the complete package: the perfect curve and an oversize head make it not only the prettiest cock i've seen, but the best for working all those hard to reach innermost spots.

it was so hard to choose the shots for this little photo essay. i'd like to thank my ever-randy mtab daniel for keeping me in an endless supply of sexy photos. more to come, i'm sure....

An Achievement...The 'Ins' and 'Outs' Behind My Multiples.

i'll be convinced i'm 'that' kind of girl if this phenomenon continues, and frequently, but for right now i'm content to admit that a true multiple orgasm is the most intense thing that's ever happened to me. mmm...thank you baby.

daniel and i have been discussing this since it happened and we can't quite pin point WHY it occurred. it wasn't as if he was doing anything incredibly new and exciting as he nibbled my nethers. a few fingers massaging my g spot and his tongue working my sensitive clit. overall it seemed wonderfully standard, but the result was incredible!

i'm not sure how many times i had come before this point (maybe daniel remembers), but as i got close i could tell this was going to be a little different. all my ladies out there know (or i hope for your sake you do) that orgasms come in many shapes and sizes. large, small, intense, short, long...the list, and combination, is endless. for me, the biggest and most noticeable difference can be if it's internal or more external. ok let's get clinical, vaginal or clitoral. (some combination of that is always most satisfying.)

to properly describe this particular multiple episode, i would have to say that the initial one was more internal. that warm build until i began to come was there and the release began inside. then, as soon as it had started and crested that hill into mindless release, it hit a brick wall and i was coming again, this feeling centered more around my clit. from the waist down i was a tingling and enjoyed that after orgasm glow both on the inside and outside lady parts.

it was incredibly intense and i can only hope that it happens again, so i can better describe it. my lover better get to work on figuring out how to make this a common occurance cause there's no going back now. i want more!

An achievement...

So, not to get away from stories already in progress, but yesterday, I had the pleasure of giving my darling frances her very first honest-to-goodness multiple orgasm.

She's had one, and then a few minutes, and then another for me, on a couple of occasions.  But this was the first where it was like one wave crashing over another.  It was the fucking coolest, sexiest thing ever.  Maybe she'll have more to say about it...?

So, baby...  Are you finally convinced that you're that kind of girl after all?

Photojournalism

Why would I scold your modesty, love?  I was actually impressed that you flashed a little nipple. ;-)

The pictures have always been SUCH a big part of us.  I remember sending you those first tentative naughty ones, almost a year ago now, and being SO nervous.  Wanted you to like what you saw.  Wanted you to approve.

And it seems you did!  I know I did.  In fact, the one of you that you posted is one of those very first ones, from long before I ever saw you naked.  Before I'd even properly kissed you.  Clearly, seeing that, I HAD to have you...

And I love that they've served so many different pictures.  Sometimes they're sweet and lovey, sometimes almost shockingly naughty.  Sometimes they're sent to tease.  Sometimes on demand.  I still have the text that you sent me when you were out partying without me the other night...

fuck baby. i'm tipsy and randy and need to see your cock. oblige me?

How could I say no to something like that?

Anyway, you mostly have the good pics of me, so tag back to you for those, but here's a few selected favorites of you, just to show off all the things your pictures can be...

Silly (caption:  'open mouth, insert cock...')

Naughty, for reasons that aren't readily apparent...

And SUCH a tease...

I carry hundreds of these around in my pocket every day, and you know that they turn me on every time I see them.  Can't wait to see what you send me next, baby...

<3

Sunday's Sins of the Flesh II

this past sunday was a little different for daniel and i. we both shared an unexpected moment of alone time that allowed for an early morning pre-church phone call. it was surprisingly sweet and mundane, but had me missing him and feeling all warm an fuzzy about us. as i pulled into church my phone buzzed with 2 picture texts from him, one sweet, the other a bit naughty. got me thinking...


as pastor began to preach and my mind began to wander, these lovey feelings and his pictures made me ponder all of the technological stimuli we've sent each other in the past 10 months. pictures, both sweet and naughty. texts, mostly naughty. videos, ALWAYS naughty. and of course a random voicemail where i might have made myself come for him. (FABULOUSLY sexy and surprising to receive at work. almost choked on his junior mints!)


as i sat feigning interest, i tried to visualize a few of our favorite photos we've shared.




for me, i find the more he teases, the more i want him.










i think i tend to tease more than he would like.







there are so many more x-rated favorites that i'm feeling too shy to share right now. i'm sure he'll scold my modesty here, but this little mental photo essay had me squirming in my pew. when we can't be near each other it seems these pics are all we have. they suitably wind us up and leave us dying for each other. my suggestion? get out your camera phone and send your lover a little love mail.

i'm hoping this may inspire daniel to post some of HIS favorites.

tag lover, you're it.