Livia Personal Post 1

At the start of my sexual journey, I knew that I wanted more than the average woman. Kisses and hugs are just fine however I yearned for something deeper. One of the first guys I had sex with was a virgin. He stood tall like a giant but had no idea what to do with me. My touch made him wonder and that kiss onto his dark lips forced him to surrender. One day we lay among old things outdoors while my grandparents stayed sleep in the house. His eyes became big when I took off my shirt, exposing two big round tits. He sat there frozen, so I took it upon myself to show him the way. I put both his hands on my tits and said, “rub them.” He rubbed them softly then he became use to the feel and pushed his face into them. I sat on his lap and I could feel his cock erect poking my panties. We sat there for a moment then I eased back to undo his jeans. His cock sprung out like a surprise, so I moved my panties to the side and put him in the warmest of places. His face glowed and became flushed with a look of enjoyment, yet I hadn’t started the real fun yet. I rotated my hips in a circle, massaging his cock deep inside me. He began to understand my desire and played with my nipples while my pussy swallowed his cock. A powerful hunger took over and he sucked my nipples while I rode him in the moonlight. His strength soon became my victim as I fucked him to sleep. Eventually he got better but that’s another story for another day

Puppet Master

I sat awkwardly on the floor in faithful observance of what is a genuinely unique experience. Two days gone, I exposed the best part of me leaving me overwhelmed yet joyous. I thought about him as I sat there in silence. I pondered why I am so foolish to think that someone like him would want someone like me. I twisted in jealousy as his words shattered my own thoughts. He desired his ex or yet she wanted him back. I couldn’t comprehend why he was informing me about something so wild and not think that it would affect me. Am I extremely naive to absorb my lesson or am I too innocent to recognize games? A puppet master is a sole name I know to entitle such a man. Jerking my strings as I do a dance for him and making me wonder who I truly am. A realization came over me yesterday and I realize I am free yet not free. Who am I to be not so deserving of a real relationship? Why do I play the fool for someone who is unworthy of my attention? Regardless, I did it now. I broke free from something that I bound myself by. He pulled me in lustful directions tormenting me with his swinging cock. Red lipstick was drawn on my mouth every time he drew a breath near me. I kept trying to lure him to my private places yet no green light for me. In his mind did he know the torture he put upon me as I sat in his pool of passion? There is nothing I could do nor run to as I became his willing victim. As with all desires, this one faded away and I began to love like no other. I danced in my living room in joy, feeling free. Nipples free from his lips, I pined for him yet I wanted me too.

Memo 6 : From the Boss

Greetings,

Due to company profits and shareholder happiness, we are having an event. This Gala of sorts is mandatory. Please wear only the following:

A tie

Panties /underwear

A five thousand dollar bonus will be given out to all employees in attendance. However if you fail to show up on time, don’t even think about coming back.

-Livia Flair