I’m gonna wash that man right outta my hair …

I do love giving blow-jobs. The rough-satin feel of cock under my tongue; the spongy tip giving way as I lick it; the raised vein pulsing under my ministrations. Cock in my mouth makes me happy – especially when the receiver is enjoying it just as much as the giver.

Occasionally my enthusiasm will have unexpected consequences, as was the case this morning. I’d been teasing Apollo with my hand under the sheets for a good twenty minutes, and as I sat up to pull the covers back I took the opportunity to heighten the tension with my mouth. So I’m half-way down the bed, my legs and cunt curled up invitingly close to his hand, fondling the base of his cock and his ball sack while I tease and torment the foreskin.

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Voluptuous Reading

Words make me hot. Well-written erotica, crafted with hotness and horniness as the goal, make me even hotter. But, like all written works, some do the job better than others.

The top shelf on the bookcase closest to our bed (there are three bookcases in our bedroom alone) is dedicated to smut. Readers’ letters, books of erotic pictures, dirty novels and naughty short story collections all jostle for space. But there’s a new favourite, one that hasn’t yet made it to the shelf. Apollo stole away with it when it entered the house a few months ago, and since I found it and stole it back it’s lived permanently on the floor next to my bedside table – when it’s not in bed with me, that is.

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Fat & Sexy II

I’m still fat, and I’m still sexy. But I’m a little more widely (heh) read, thanks to Meloukhia‘s hosting of the second Big Fat Carnival.

I highly recommend checking it out – in addition to Fat and Sexy there are many other excellent reads.

I was absolutely thrilled when the carnival went live to discover that my posting was the first Meloukhia linked to, with the following description:

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