If You’re Horny Let’s Do It Ride It, My Pony My Saddle’s Waiting Come And Jump On It

Sex. There. I've got your attention. Same way Z got mine when she asked how babies were made this past weekend while we where just chilling on my bed. She's 7 so it's not the most unreasonable time to discuss it with her. And I've explained it to her beforehand which she's obviously forgotten about … Continue reading If You’re Horny Let’s Do It Ride It, My Pony My Saddle’s Waiting Come And Jump On It

I Heard Her Praying / And The Tears That She Shed Still They Still Linger In My Head

Heads up, on Little E’s iPad again so prep for an awful lay out since I’m not tech savvy enough to attempt to figure out how to fix this. Each time I click return to start a new paragraph it starts a new post instead 🤔. Okay, so last night.... last night last night last … Continue reading I Heard Her Praying / And The Tears That She Shed Still They Still Linger In My Head

Shawty Said The Ni**a That She With Ain’t Shit / Call Me So I Can Come And Prove It To You

So bar boy came over again. Two weekends in a row. And you know what. It was nice. Really nice. His dick is still too big and that part is annoying, but the part of having someone in my bed holding me throughout the night and waking up to morning sex and the intimacy part … Continue reading Shawty Said The Ni**a That She With Ain’t Shit / Call Me So I Can Come And Prove It To You

Handle Me? / He Put In All That Work, He Wanna Be The MVP, I Told Him Ain’t No Taming Me

So he came. Actually I came. I saw. I conquered. The bar dude I met came and spent the night this past Saturday. I have not spent an actual night with anyone since E. No sleeping over in my bed ever. It was always sex, and bye. Like unless you're gonna make the commitment to … Continue reading Handle Me? / He Put In All That Work, He Wanna Be The MVP, I Told Him Ain’t No Taming Me

Who Cares What They See? Who Cares What They Know? Your First Name Is Free Last Name Is Dom

So I've been really inactive sexually this last year and a half since K and I stopped. I saw a few guys once (like I do/did) but it was such a joke with them, that I didn't even let them kiss me, although not for lack of trying on their part. Anyways, my toys and … Continue reading Who Cares What They See? Who Cares What They Know? Your First Name Is Free Last Name Is Dom