My New Year Resolution would be to wipe the slate clean after a crappy 2017 and start 2018 looking positively into the future.
But sadly I don't think I'll be given the chance to do that.
Delighted to make the acquaintance of Ms Huggable, she of the delectable bottom.
We could hear our friends downstairs chanting the countdown to midnight, as Dave fucked me vigorously on the bed. "Three, two, one... hurrah!" they cheered, and right on cue he ejaculated, filling my wet pussy with his hot semen. Thus my last fuck of 2017 became my first of 2018.
I've experimented with different styles and genres, but usually to push myself as a writer, not to please other people. On the couple of occasions when I have tried to write a deliberate "crowd-pleaser", I've never been totally happy with the results. And they've generally done less well than the ones that have come from the heart, so maybe that's a sign.
That's like asking why I breathe.
Yes, though I'm not a very good poker player...
"I want you," he whispers, pressing me against the wall. I hitch my skirt up while he takes out his hard cock, yanks my knickers off, and thrusts straight into me. A few brief jerks and grunts and he comes inside me. As we go back to the party I feel his cum run out down my legs.
Not to get rid of the taste, no. I like the flavour of both semen and pussy juice.
Best wishes for Christmas, this special time for goodwill and forgiveness.
I do read quite a lot of stories by my fellow Lush authors, though sometimes I get discouraged by just how good some of them are. But I still like to be aroused and stimulated by good erotic writing.
Mmmm, kiss, lick and then get serious.
Ah fuck. I've had a wonderful idea for a story that would fit this perfectly.
I bought a vibrator from a branch of Ann Summers, in the nearest big town to me. I'd gone specially to do that, and almost chickened out at the last minute. And of course no-one batted an eyelid when I took it to the counter.
Jumping in with Julie and Lily.
Remembering last night's fuck.