Write Me Something Dirty.

Yes you read that right. I want dirty stories in my inbox. I want your biggest fantasies, your darkest fantasies, everything; at my fingertips. Give me poetry, give me short stories, give me a book (or three). As long as it makes my heart skip and my thighs wet.

I feel like I've read everything there is to read today, and I want more gosh dang it! More then that I want to see what goes through your dirty little minds ;) Come on if you read my stuff theres got to be something good in there! I don't care if your the worlds best author or just like me (A silly sex blogger).

If nothing else send me something to write about! blythe.miller14@gmail.com Come on you know you want me masturbating to your thoughts tonight instead of the other way around!

Pretty Panties.

I clutch at the rack in the ladies dressing room. Knees shaking I try not fall to the floor in a mess. What was going on? All I did was try out a bra and pantie set from the window. But suddenly I felt like there was more to these panties. It’s like something turned on a switch inside me, my clit was swollen and sensitive.

Every movement made the fabric rub against me, causing shivers to go up my spine and gasps to escape my mouth. I could hear moans from the stall next to me. Tori? Unlocking mine I knock on hers not caring that I’m practically naked. The door swings open and I’m being pulled in.

***

It was bright and sunny out. People smiling at us as we walk down a busy street. Looking over I see my bestie Victoria checking out a rather hot guy playing his guitar. For a minute we drool over his tattoos and muscled arms, before falling into a fit of giggles because he had noticed at us. "Oh my god, no way he was single." I gush.

"Of course not, and neither are we." She nudges me. "Remember our goal Katy. We need to wow our boyfriends tonight." We had been planning this for weeks. We wanted to blow our boyfriends minds tonight. We had everything set out. The music was in the player, the wine being chilled, and the condoms were in our bedside tables. Well everything but our outfits...

Which is why we were strolling the streets arm in arm on an early Saturday afternoon. Without saying a word Tori stops walking, staring into what looks like a lingerie shop. "Lets go check that out." She says pointing to an admittedly cute pair of lacy dark green panties and matching bra.

"Sounds good to me. As long as I get dibs!" I shout behind me as I rush into the store. She giggles and runs in after me, very nearly running into the back of me. I quickly look around. Grabbing a set just like the one I saw in the window. Tori grabs a navy blue version.

We both rush into a changing room. I strip my clothes off admiring myself in the mirror. The way my dark brown hair frames my face and falls low enough to just barely cover my breasts. My eyes, dark brown and inviting. I turn loving the way my body is curvy in all the right places.

Finally slipping on the bra I notice a bit of a tingling feeling, but dismiss it as the temperature of the store. Bending down I step into the panties, tugging them up over my bum. Surprisingly they fit perfectly; not to mention how soft and comfortable they are.

Then the tingling feeling was back, but lower. I could feel my core heating up. I don't understand why I was so needy all the sudden. Yet the feeling continued, growing.

I clutch at the rack in the ladies dressing room. Knees shaking I try not fall to the floor in a mess. What was going on? All I did was try out a bra and pantie set from the window. But suddenly I felt like there was more to these panties. It’s like something turned on a switch inside me, my clit was swollen and sensitive.

Every movement made the fabric rub against me, causing shivers to go up my spine and gasps to escape my mouth. I could hear moans from the stall next to me. Tori? Unlocking mine I knock on hers not caring that I’m practically naked. The door swings open and I’m being pulled in.

Before I knew what was going on her lips were pressed against mine. Not even knowing exactly what I was doing, I was kissing her back. Wrapping my arms around her soft waist, while her finger weaved themselves into my hair.

It was like my brain left the building and my clit took its place. We begin grinding on each other. Under the spell of the lingerie we moaned and gasped together. Still it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed to be filled. As if reading my thoughts Tori slipped a hand inside the panties.

 Releasing her breasts from the bra I bent to suck and twirl my tongue around her extremely erect nipple; just as she slid two fingers deep inside me. A moan clawed its way out my throat. I began gasping in time with her thrusting as she finger fucked me. 

It wasn't long before I was on the brink. She sent me over the edge with one last thrust, this time curling her fingers up roughly rubbing my g-spot. Crying out I orgasm around her hand. Clenching and unclenching. Quietly we heard a knock on the door. We opened it to find a saleswoman with a knowing look on her face. 

"I see you found our latest line, wonderful isn't it? I'll check you out when you're ready." She said with a wink. Turning I look at Tori breathless and obviously aroused.

" Call and tell your boyfriend plans are cancelled. Your coming over to my place tonight. I need to return the favor. Many. Times. Over." With that I turned and walked out of the stall. Oh yes this will be the night we planned for and so much more.

How to tell if your shorts are too short in six easy steps!

How to tell if your shorts are too short.

Step one: Find about 20' of rope.

Step two: Tie a hip harness on. Tightly.

Step three: Admire your handy work in mirror.

Step four: Slip on a pair of shorts.

Step five: Check if harness shows in mirror.

Step Six: If it shows repeat step four through six with longer shorts. If it doesn't show congrats your shorts are not to short!

Tie me up.

I have a friend here in Texas, and when talking to him last night we had got onto the topic of tying girls up. Him being a rope lover and me obviously missing out on something I needed to know more. I was able to spend some unexpected time with him today. So here we are driving down the road talking about rope and whatknots (Tehe what knots). When suddenly BOOM homedepot appears. Okay so maybe we were driving by it... Either way in a split second decision we decide to go in and by some rope.

I swear my face was red the whole way in. I had convinced myself they knew exactly what we were buying rope for and to make matters worse we had to ask where it was. Twice. *shudder* Thankfully we were out of there quickly after finding and buying exactly what we wanted. Due to people both at his house and mine we took this little paryt to a park nearby.  First it was just my hands behind my back. Which was very thrilling.

My heart was fluttering. Every touch was intensified. I could feel him brush my skirt as he wrapped the rope around itself. I could feel the nylon rubbing lightly. Admittedly I fell in love with it the moment he made me turn around. Sadly it wasn't meant to last for some kids had saw us. Oops... Quickly we pack up and left to a much more discreet place. Where -drum roll please- I was tied up in my first harness.

It was too much fun! I didn't ever want to take it off. In fact I didn't for a while. We would be driving and abruptly he would reach over and tug either the front or the back of it, leaving me gasping and grinding. Keeping even somewhat normal convo during this is next to impossible. Sigh but it was so worth it in the end. ;)

Yet like all good things it didn't last. I had to go back home, untied. Surprisingly he let me take home the rope, which means for the last hour or so I've been tying myself up all sorts of ways. Even managed to recreated the harness he tied me up in.

Downward view. 

Give me, Give me, Give me!

I want a good ol'fashion mind fuck. You know the kind where he crawls into your head and doesn't leave until you're so wanton, so needy that you don't even remember your name. You don't worry though because Slut seems like a nice replacement. I want to grind against dirty thoughts, and orgasm to commanding words. I want to lay at his feet a begging hot mess. I want him to tell me I don't know what I want. When he finally lays a hand on me its teasing and taunting. So it isn't long before tears are rolling down my face from being denied what I want most at that moment. Theres so much control to be had over a needy girl, I want him to come and steal it. I want so that when I finally get release that I've been groveling for, its from a sturdy hand spanking me. Going SMACK, SMACK, SMACK across my ass. Mmm yes thats what I want  this fine morning.

Night of Quotes.

Just some quotes that have been filling up my post-it notes.

"In truth; the kinkiest book I have ever read was an old school classic work of fiction that was pretty fucked up. It had rape, incest, underage sex, servitude, forced submission, slavery, polygamy, extreme bondage, imprisonment , interrogation, forced impregnation, discipline, punishment, some pretty extreme impact play, and a lot of bizarre supernatural bullshit that just didn't make sense in the story line at all. But enough about my formative years spent in Sunday school and Bible study groups....."

-Master James (Fetlife)

"The good thing about masturbation is that you don't have to get dressed up for it." ~ Truman Capote

"The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting." ~ Gloria Leonard

"Nothing risqué, nothing gained." ~ Alexander Woollcott

"Don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time. ~ Anon

"Chastity: The most unnatural of the sexual perversions." ~ Aldous Huxley

 "A dirty book is rarely dusty." ~ Anon.

"Hush, Little Angel, don’t say a word,
Sir’s gonna spank you for the whimper I heard.
And if that whimper turns into sighs,
Sir will push his hands in between your thighs.

And if your thighs begin to spread,
Sir will grab you firmly by the head.
And if that firm grasp starts to slip,
Sir will thrust his dick in between your lips.

And if your sweet lips are too tight,
Sir will make sure they’re exhausted tonight.
And if My Angel wakes up with a grin,
Sir is going to tie you up again. "

~SuddenUrge2

"You have to go wholeheartedly into anything in order to achieve anything worth having." -Frank Lloyod Wright

"She thought of the park and how, like Eve, she couldn’t never return to her little Eden. Still, there were other Edens and other Adams and, in the end, far more apples." -Jack Stratton

"Youth is wasted on the young" - George Benard Shaw

Thats all for now.

If a writer falls in love with you, you will never die.

If a writer falls in love with you, you will never die. If I fall in love with you, I might barrow bits and pieces of your body. Don't worry I'll give them back. Yet you got to admit that girl in the romance story wears your hair just right. The boy's eyes light up his face just the way yours does when you're laughing. That villain will use your "I win", cat-got-the-cream smirk that I love. If I fall in love with you and your missing your favorite pair of shoes it might be because their on page nine being worn by a sexy high school teacher. If that dress I love on you can't be found.

Relax I know just where it is. You can find it being worn to a young girls first prom. If I fall in love with you, you habits will be copied. Yes I know you bite your lip when you needy, so does she. Yeah know how you clean when you nervous? Well he's practically the neatest nervous wreak I've ever written.

If a writer falls in love with you, you will never be bored. You may find me telling you all about the man who siting across from me on the bus. Did you know he use to be a super hero? I might keep odd times. I might disappear into my library for days at a time, don't fret when I return it'll be with kisses and love.

Coffee is my favorite food. My hands change color from peach, to blue, to red, and to black daily. I'll leave love notes for you where you least expect it. I'll sign them with tittles you didn't know I had. Yes I am a professional Googler, thank you for noticing. And when we're alone, and the lights are turn down low I'll spin a tale of naughty girls and naughtier uncles. I'll tell you things that'll make you blush. If a writer falls in love with you. you will never be bored.

That I can promise. I can also promise you will be transferred from story to story long after your time. For if a writer falls in love with you, you will never die.

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