Afterthought

You say you think about me a lot.

First thing in the morning or last thing at night?

Or am I just an afterthought?

Do I invade your every waking moment,

or disturb your sleep as you do mine?

Or am I just an afterthought?

I don’t need you to quantify,

only to qualify.

Although I wonder,

now I can finally think past you.

Will you become just an afterthought?

afterthought-5

Mistimed

Boobday #50

Isn’t it funny how things can change?

Usually for me, at least over the last few months, that change has been mostly shit. And you only have to glance through my last few posts to see that.

I had lunch with my friend yesterday and it was so good to get out again. We laughed, sorted out our problems and sorted out the world’s problems, as you do.

But after that, and this morning I’ve been back to my usual ‘Meh, whatever.’ feeling. I had an idea for a photo so I spent some time taking some, and as usual looking through them I thought there was maybe two I could use. And again, as usual, editing them changed my view. In the end my two favourites were a blurred one, which I’m using for a post tomorrow, and this one. I was trying to set the camera timer  😀

I think I really love this shot. And what better way to celebrate my Boobday half-centenary than finally liking how I look?

mistimed

More Boobday here.

hy_tits_banner

Myriad

Wicked Wednesday #40

slutfest

Prompt

Inspiration for this prompt come from the open and honest way of writing by M of the blog Cammies on floor, during and after the breakup with her husband. Many who read that must have thought of their own break-ups, their own slutfests, their own way of dealing with the heartbreak. Come on, share yours with the world.

A slutfest would be good

right about now.

To spend hours and days

fucking you out of my head.

To have someone else

run their hands

over my body.

A new mouth to kiss and bite.

A myriad of new bodies

to explore.

Each one different

to you.

New hands

new mouths

new cocks.

Anything.

To be able to leave you behind.

A series of one night stands

to be the slut

that I know I am.

Hands between my thighs

searching between the folds

to find the wetness within.

Slick fingers stroking my clit

swollen with need.

Sliding inside me

to banish you.

To be fucked

again and again

night after night

one after the other

cock after cock

until there is nothing left.

My mind empty and quiet.

I wish.

forgetting

More Wicked Wednesday here.

Contradictions

Sinful Sunday #48

There is a huge difference between what I know and what I feel and believe.

I know there are some people who find me sexy, attractive, whatever and yet I still have a hard time feeling or believing it. There are times I feel sexy, then I see myself and that damned voice starts up again.

Stupid, what the hell are you thinking, old, fat, ugly,

And still I try, I tell the voice to shut up, I know the lies it tells, I’ve listened to them all my life.

contradiction-bw

contradiction

More Sinful Sunday here.

Sinful Sunday