Stained sheets

Sometimes in the month we usually have cravings of some sort.

We were 'fasting' for a while due to the flowing red sea down south. But long absence made the heart grew really very much fonder.

It started with a long gentle kiss and caresses. I love the gentle embrace and warm flirty kisses. Feels very much like our first time, eager to explore each other and sending pleasurable touches to each other.

I had not felt that sensitive in a long while in missionary. It was amazing. I was wet and could feel his moves and jerk. I would not want my baby to stop pumping his hard loving rod.

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A little anticlimactic when we turned around and saw the little residue from my red sea on the white sheets. Instinctively wanting to save the sheets, my baby entered from the back and continued where we left off.

We both forgot bout the stained sheets momentarily and enjoyed the orgasm.

It feels really great and now we could both sleep blissfully. After cleaning the mess. And the 'smaller' be means we cuddle closer and sleep in each others arms.

Fantasies

One of my man's greatest fantasies is to engage in some threesomes maybe once in his life. Where i will be pleasured and moan in ecstasy by another man while he watch on. He says it's a turn on.

I was thinking of this for a while. And realised that I for one do not possess the eagerness to just shed my clothes and spread my legs for any Tom, Dick or Harry. I think, perhaps like most other women out there, I cant fuck without passion. Of course I think it kinky and quite a visual turn on when a blindfolded woman is being fondled while her man looks on. It makes me wet. Perhaps thats why it can only remain a fantasy for me.

Perhaps put simply, I do not possess the guts to live out my (man's) threesome fantasy.

What about sleeping with another man without my man's presence? Seems like there's a thin line which separates the black and white here right. My man's presence is probably what separates it.

Sometimes he ask what are the men I fantasize sleeping with. I can't recall any. But I guess I am absolutely attracted to men who have a little sense of intellectual humor and maturity. That's sizzling sexy if you ask me.

Maybe that's also why, my man is the only guy who fills the many pages of my fantasies. I would really love to fuck him time and time over, because he is drop dead sexy.

Indulgence

Checked into a little somewhere for our little "get away". 

Somewhere we could get all initmate, rowdy and wild. 

Somewhere we could run away, relax and chill. 

Damn, its Monday tomorrow. 

Awakening

The paper headlines were screaming about pre-teens and teens having sex at an earlier age these days. Alarming? I guess not. Considering our grandparents give birth at age 17, I think there's no problem biologically. Perhaps it's time to be truly open about sex and banish all taboos out of the kingdom of orgasmic enlightenment! Then perhaps I will not feel too shy posting pictures with my face or even videos.

Hmmmm... Unfortunately, right now if such photos surfaces, the white strings will be tainted with sins. I might even get stoned to death!

Talking about sex for the young. I think the age of abstinence is over and done with. It's the age of knowledge - knowing whats in store, the risk and managing it; having fun responsibly.

Oh! but we all know these are the concerns of the parents. Since we are mostly not there yet (I presume), let's move on! But I will try to be a socially responsible writer on this site!

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On the contrary, my area of interest today is not how to extinguish the spark leading to the fire. It's how to keep the spark ablaze for as long as possible. I don't need huge forest fires... I want little sparks that keeps me swimming in the sea of love for a long time.

Everyone talks about keeping the passion alive. Tell me what you and your darling has been up to, share with me your fantasies, whisper the most daring sexcapades you have ever done, or maybe tell me what you want to see the lovers do... It might just be my way of sharing my love with you. For you to see what you want to see here at my pure, virginal space.

Submit to: the.white.strings@gmail.com

I'm waiting!

Celebrate

Celebrated the day of love with a new piece. 

Sheer. Black. Lace. 

It is so barely there. My nipples peeked through my office garb, which made me so self conscious of my nothingness. Totally sexy. 

We revisited an old haunt, where I showcase my new purchase. My baby totally loved it. His hands made his way conveniently and fondled my breasts lovingly. The cars that zoomed past ours just upped the wet factor. 

If Valentines is the day we spread the love, yes, then my legs are called Love. I just got to spread it. 

Valentines

Happy valentines day.

What will you do, if you know I've dedicated this site to you?

Will you see me in a different light? Will you tell me that you know? Will I take you by surprise?

To know that your innocent angel is such a horny slut.

Googled

I used to write under another alias. But overtime my real life took over and I had to shelf my inner whore. So much had happened. My life is very different from the past. Probably over time I've grown up. Sex and passion is defined differently and feels different as well. Maybe like wine which has aged, sex now has a different meaning and pace.

So I started this other page. Detaching myself from the past for a néw start an journey.

Looking for a name was tough. I like something subtle and classy and not spell my inner slut too blatantly. I liked white and I thought lace strings the sexiest lingerie on a woman. Therefore, this name.

Well I googled for this name I christened my blog. And it's results were so diverse. But nothing linked to matured content. That's just great! The way I want it.

So good for you, if you'd found me. Hope u enjoy what's to cum - my most intimate life and deepest fantasies.