Right thinking

I can’t stop thinking about my pussy today.  Can’t stop thinking with my pussy.  Even that word–and others, “cunt” in particular–seem to be in my head a lot more often than they should be today.  I am afraid someone is going to ask me a question and I am going…

Half-Nekkid Thursday

Which is better?  The feel of rope, coarse and abrasive against soft skin; or a hand, warm and firm, stroking that same soft skin? I’m glad I don’t have to choose. Are you “Half-Nekkid” yet?