New year’s resolution – sort life out.
This will require a focus on meditation, exercise, healthy eating, and time with friends.
And absolutely, at all costs stay away from things that are addictive. This includes drugs, alcohol, and unhealthy sexual behaviours.
Easy, peasy, lemon…oh hold on, what’s this? Erotic fiction website. Hmm, that sounds like something I should avoid.
Ah, what the hell, it’s only fantasies. Harmless. Besides, it might help hone my writing skills. Right, let’s take a peek. Watersports? Mmm no, not for me. Gang bangs? Eek! Maybe I should leave it there. Ah, hang on, exhibitionism! Now we are talking. Oh and lesbian too. Fine. I’ll stay.
(Three hours later)
Well, that was a bit of a distraction. Where was I? Oh yes, meditation. Close my eyes, inhale, and let my mind empty…
…
…that girl’s tits looked amazing in her profile pic. I wish my nipples looked like – oh shit. Nope, not meant to be thinking about those. Inhale deeply…and breathe out…inhale deeply…
Oh, bollocks to this. Fine, I’ll log back in. I wonder where she’s from. Let’s see ‘Jackielovesit, age 115 from Ontario’.
Well, I’ve got to say she looks damn fit for passing a century. Maybe I’ll make an account. At least then I can submit a story, educational one might even say. Right, let’s go with ‘Sexy Southerner’, omit location, and now for the profile photo. Hmm, tits or arse? I’ll photograph both, and see which comes out best.
(Three more hours later)
Fuck me, that was tricky. Too skimpy, too bright, too flabby. But bingo got one. Right, upload and…yawn. Time for sleep. I’ll come back later.
That was a good sleep. Time to log on. Holy shit! Thirty-five messages are in my inbox! Let’s see. Oh joy, dick pics. Delete, delete, delete.
‘Love your tits, would love to see more x.’ No thank you!
‘Just wanked over your picture.’ Well, I hope you had a screen wipe handy!
‘Hi. Like your photo, if you want to chat let me know. S.’ Ah, that’s more like it and not bad looking either. Still, chatting with strangers equals trouble.
However…Nope. Walk away. Fuck it.
‘Hi S, thanks for your message. You look pretty hot too x.’ Actually, scrub the “x.”
Oh crap, he’s logged on. ABORT ABORT!
(Five minutes later)
Ah sweet, he sent a reply!
‘Thanks, so what are you into?”
Hmmm… ‘finger fucks in crowded spaces, outdoor blow jobs, and cum covered tits.’ Probably too much information. ‘Running, reading, and cooking.’ Oh God, way too cringe. ‘Fitness, eating out (hot wet pussies and/or cocks), and horse riding.’ Okay, time to put my phone down. I have a full-on day followed by a night out with the girls.
Next day…
5 am. Don’t check your phone.
5.01 am. A new message! Well okay, quite a few messages, but only one that I’m interested in.
‘Sounds like we are a good match. Woke up thinking about you for some reason.’
(Don’t do it, Amelie, don’t even think about doing it!)
‘Mmmmmm. Was thinking about you too. Woke up wet as fuck.’
(Bollocks, I did it.)
😈
Shit! He’s replying.
‘Haha. Funny that! I woke up with a raging hard-on.’
(Phew, is it getting hot in here?)
Seems like I have two options. Option one – walk the fuck away. Option two…
Half an hour later (okay, okay, yes things DID escalate fast) and he’s in the shower, phone angle slightly off, but wait… is that? Oh yes! Just a glimpse but fuck me, that’s a damn fine cock. Next thing you know phone angle is sorted and I’m three fingers deep into my pussy.
Juices dripping, cunt throbbing, heart racing.
Oh yes, he’s gripping his balls slightly. Fuck me he’s hard. Nice thighs! Keep stroking it, yes just like that.
Pussy squelching, hips thrusting, clit pulsing.
Oh jeez, he’s actually groaning as he pumps it.
Slit sliding, finger riding, heat rising.
Keep going! Just like that. Faster, harder.
YES!
Shoot that load, let me see that hot sticky mess, and I’ll cum too. Don’t stop! Just a second more.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
That was mind-blowingly good.
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Oh well, I guess I can make more resolutions next year, right?
