“M, I’m seeing my ex on my day off this week.
We both promised it’ll just be to have lunch.
But what if my pussy breaks that promise?
I’ll fuck him for each condom I find in my purse…
But if I’m still horny and we run out of condoms…
Or if I don’t find any and I fuck him anyway…”
Fuck… I know it’s risky but I can’t stop this from happening again.
- H
“Here’s what’s going to happen:
I’m not going to take you from him.
You’re going to come over here.
You won’t be able to resist.
You’ll strip off your clothes.
You won’t even suck my cock.
You’ll be so wet you’ll beg for it.
You’ll know what I want you to do.
You’ll get on top of me.
You’ll rub me against your needy pussy.
And then I’ll tell you we should use a condom.
Just to hear you say: "No. Fuck it.”
Just to see you push yourself onto me anyway.
Just to see the look on your face as you come.
Just so you’ll be clenching and milking when I come.
Just so you’ll absentmindedly say you still l–oh fuck!
You’ll feel guilty. You’ll tell yourself this was a big mistake.
And then you’ll think about him. And the time. And your cycle.
And about how much your body won’t let you leave.
Your pussy will be nothing but betrayal, risk, and thrill.
Wet, gooey, fucked-up betrayal, risk, and thrill.
You’ll finger it. Deeper and deeper into yourself.
And then you’ll kiss me.
And tell me you want it again.
You see now?
I’m not going to take you from him.
You’re going to do all of that yourself.“
(Text submitted by our dear friend, UntilISay).
We do love our tumblr friends!
- H
“You remember the deal: If I find condoms in my purse, I start fucking him with them from day one until we break up.
And if I don’t find any, it’ll be up to me. If I want to have sex with him, I do so bare. And it stays that way until we break up.
And if I don’t want to sleep with him, we move onto the next person and I ask the question all over again. Oh my, did you just come?”
- M
I totally don’t have a date on Friday.
- H
H totally didn’t spend the better part of her long work day using the little ladies room to rub herself silly and texting me teasing games to play tonight instead of filling out important paperwork.
- M
Nope. Totally not. :)
- H
“She just needs to talk face to face. Just to end things.
Her boyfriend’s at work. She can’t keep cheating on him…
Today’s a risky day… they really have to stop…
She convinces herself it’s okay to text him to hurry up…
If he gets here in five minutes… it will be five hours before her boyfriend comes home…
Five hours to talk… five hours to break things off… five full hours to…”
Sometimes women just want to think with their bodies…
- H
“She had spent years masturbating thinking about the jerk jocks, arrogant coworkers, and egotistical colleagues.
Even after… or maybe especially after… her boyfriend told her to stay away from men like that.”
- H
H is away with her ex today. She wanted to spend at least one day of the long weekend with him.
But before she left we also had a talk. It’s spring again and the weather’s warmer, and it all reminds her of the day she decided to stop using condoms with him:
They left a school dance early, and in a secluded field in her hometown they spent an entire evening making love. They both knew the risks, but in her words, that only excited them even more. It felt natural and right. It was one of the most unforgettable nights of her life.
Over the next few days she’ll be returning to the relatively safe part of her cycle, and a deep part of me wants to give her that with him. I want her to feel that excitement and satisfaction again, and I’m certain she wants it too.
I don’t think there’s any image more powerful than the person you love giving herself to someone else, in the most undeniable and complete way.
- M
H and I played a game last night. We played with the idea that maybe I shouldn’t get to have her on days when she has sex with someone else, or maybe only get her if she takes someone else unprotected.
It’s an exciting idea, because it would give her even more incentive to call and meet up with someone else (most likely her ex, who she’s started seeing again recently), and ramps up my excitement from about a five to maybe a six or seven.
Right now they’re just ideas, but it’s fun to think about.
- M
Sometimes a girl just wants to make mistakes…
- H
Some things never change…
- H
I broke just about every rule I set in place in highschool when I was with my ex. Both when we were together and after we had become friends with benefits. I still have no idea how I wasn’t pregnant by the end of it…
In other news M worked late last night and I couldn’t stop myself from spending pretty much the entire evening texting my ex and working on a bunch of captions.
They should just call me caption-crazy-Hayley. :)
- H
Boring day. But at least I have daydreams to keep me company…
*Sigh*
- H