Everything.

Patience isn’t something I’m very good at.  I have so little control over much of what happens to me that I compensate with the hunt for instant gratification.  At least then I feel activated, in charge.

Immediately checking my phone when I hear it ding.

Uncorking the bottle.

Unbuckling his pants.

His hot, hard flesh in my hand.

My body wrapped around his.

I can saunter and seduce and feel powerful when in reality I have absolutely none.  I’m just a passenger on this rock like everyone else, circling a bright little star.

A recent-ish Sinful Sunday submission.
Febraury Photofest

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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