It’s always hard for me when a good author stops blogging. Sometimes, though, there’s a second act. An old friend I thought was gone for good has resurfaced with a new blog and a new name.
Her latest post rolled my buttons with a sensuous fingertip! Check out Vixenwriter’s new blog, My Body As Landscape And My Pussy Is The Capital.
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When I look at that window I wonder if you pressed me against it and dropped to your knees, my thigh up and on your shoulder – would people see and know you were kneeling there, face pressed to my pussy? Would they imagine my sounds of tortured pleasure as your tongue slid through those desire swollen folds? As you gathered my honey and took it into your body as if it were the most heavenly thing you’d ever tasted?
Would people know what your hand was doing as it slid up my thigh and beneath the hem of my skirt under the table? Would they interpret the look on my face and know the way I was biting my lip meant that you’d slid two fingers inside me? Would they know your cock was in my hand, sliding in and out of my fist? And if they did know, what do they think?
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Mmmm-hmmm-mmmm. That’s not a banana in my pocket, I’m just happy to see her back. :-)
