Words to live by

Use your words.

Hit that spot inside her mind. Watch her transform into a wanton, needy, wet mess.

Cassandra

Seduce her mind if you want her body.

Reminder to men

If you confuse my personality with attitude, you don’t understand me at all.

My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are.

Paraphrased by Cassandra

There’s a difference between people who want to fuck you and people who want to make you cum.

Seen on tumblr

The list of things I’m too old for and continue to ignore gets longer with every passing year.

Inspired by @kimtopher22

Lead yourself first. Quiet the noise. Clear the clutter. Silence the shame.

And then?

Consider that your next right thing might be disruptive, bring discomfort, or reveal a difficult truth.

Emily P Freeman

The torrid weekend that was

Continued from Shopping for men.

Alexandra stared at the notification in her app. One of the men she scrolled onto had contacted her.

Oh my god, what have I done, Alexandra worried. Then, her eyes glanced at the clock on her phone. Almost 11, I have to work tomorrow, she thought to herself as she pondered what to do.

Frankly, she wasn’t going to get herself all worked up tonight. She didn’t want to go to sleep worrying about what she’d done, or what sort of lunatic she may have attracted via this dating app. Better wait for tomorrow, she told herself. She needed a clear head to tackle this app, and its men.

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Seductive Exposure (part 3)

The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) and (part 2).

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He stood by the dresser and watched me react to his command.

Turn around, he had said earlier, startling me out of my reveries while standing there nude and exposed. I had just stripped for him, slowly and provocatively. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 3)”

Seductive Exposure (part 2)

The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1).

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Sliding the panties off my hips revealed more than just my nudity to the man whose bedroom I was standing in.

It revealed a shyness I knew I needed to conquer. Or at least acknowledge as an acceptable part of my vulnerability.

He watched me from his position by the dresser. His body was rigid; only his eyes followed along as my hands peeled my panties past my knees.

When they reached the floor I slowly stepped out of them.

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