Can You See My Color

On a sunny day, I chose to stay in the house to take care of myself. The noise outside brought me sadness but I knew something would change soon. Trying to mask my internal pain, I took a long shower. A soft loofah did the job nicely as I massaged my breasts. Using my favorite conditioner I carefully parted my hair then brushed each section. The steam from the shower felt like a spa experience as I washed the soapy substance out of my hair. Grabbing my towel, I stepped out the shower then wrapped it around me as you see in the movies. Standing in front of the mirror, I watched my smile impress me.

The couch has become my favorite piece of furniture in my apartment. It comforts me as I watch long movies on a rainy day. While on the phone, it becomes my drum as I laugh uncontrollably rolling to the floor. Then on some days, I wrap up in my pink fuzzy blanket and it comforts me when I am lonely. After the shower, I come to the couch with my large jar of shea butter. I sit on the edge of the couch and I rub a good amount between my hands. In love with my skin, I take my time massaging the shea butter onto my legs. Often I remember those days of running outside with ashy legs and my mother would yell at me to come back in the house. Her words are heavy on me to this day, “don’t go outside without lotion on.” As I got older my mother’s words began to shape my perception of the world. I have to be so good, on time, and look right to be seen as normal in this world. However, I didn’t want to be ashy ever because that’s a bad thing right? Well according to my mother it’s a really bad thing.

Livia Personal Post 2

The divorce left me in a weird place. I struggled to find a distraction that would let my mind play. Late into a calm night, I found myself in random chats online. Strangers filled my mind with fantasy taking me far away from reality. I played into their fantasy as they gave my ego a stroke. After spending a couple of nights in the chat room, I met someone.
A charming man kept me in a chat for hours, talking about me. I felt good about our connection and his words to me made sugar much sweeter. My curiosity overwhelmed me and I had to meet this handsome man. When I met him, a picture was an insult to what I saw before my eyes. Tall, dark, and a physique that I could climb on. Names never passed over our lips as we became embraced immediately. His shirt to the floor and my bra lost among wicked clothes I knew what I wanted. My body gave into the sheets as he spread my thighs.


A long tongue fucked my pussy, sending me into a climatic shock. He gripped my ass tight as he went in deep like a diver. I held to his head, moaning with no control. In what I can call an experience unknown, I began to tremble as he sucked on my clit. I didn’t know what would happen next but I knew that I never wanted it to end. He sat back then rubbed my wet pussy with his fingers. The throbbing within me intensified and he slowly slid his cock into me. He made love to me and fucked me at the same time. His long fat dick rubbed against my clit making me moan even louder. I felt good in his bad world and I didn’t have a problem with, being a bad girl. We fucked all night and then he was gone from my eyes. I have never seen him again after that. I cut off communication in order to get back to my reality. However, I think about this moment often.