#ssmwriting
A little something I’m working on. So far it’s kind of playful but it’s going to turn a bit darker. Thoughts?
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The last thirty minutes had been nothing but a lie.
The lies started the moment I felt that churning in my stomach. I told myself that I would feel better in a few minutes, that it would pass. When that didn’t work and the bed spun furiously I tried to reason that if I took deep breaths the spinning would be go away. Finally, I steeled my resolved and tried to put it out of my mind, all I would need is the cold spot on the pillow and things would be okay.
It was a lie. Things weren’t going to be better and in a few seconds my resolve would be shattered resulting in a visit to the nearest bathroom.
The torture that I was experiencing was self induced. The first shot of Tequila was a celebration of sorts, in a gallows humor kind of way. That was the “Goodbye you cheating asshole” shot. I had no problem throwing that shot down. It was a shot two years in the making and ended with my boyfriend fucking some oily skinned fat slut against a dumpster.
That shot was followed by more, many more.
It wasn’t until later in the evening that I realized things were getting out of control, but like every other evening that involves heavy drinking it was too late.
The bartender walked up and placed four shots on the bar in front of me and my friend, “Compliments of the two men at the table.” The bartender placed the four shot glasses down. There were three layers, a dark brown liquid at the bottom, a light brown liquid, and an almost white liquid on top of that. On top of the layers was a little dollop of whipped cream.
“Ooooo, they look yummy. What are they?” I asked without really caring about the answer.
“It’s Baileys, Amaretto, Kahlua, and topped with whip cream,” the bartender answered.
“Yeah, but what’s it called?” I questioned.
“It’s a Blowjob. You’re supposed to use your mouth. No hands.”
“Thank you,” I answered blushing.
I looked at Kailey, my friend, “Ready?”
“Should we invite them over?” Kailey asked.
“You heard what the bartender said these drinks are didn’t you? They’re call a Blowjob. I have those two guys want us to have them.”
I looked down at the drink and noticed the white creamy liquid was starting to swirl into dark black liquid. Kailey had picked up on the of shots and was licking the edge of the glass as the liquid spilled over. Her tongue white with the little bits of whipped cream. She looked so dainty with her little finger up.
I looked down at one of the shots and lowered my lips to the glass. I formed a tight seal as my hair fell around my face. I gathered it up in my hand while keeping my lips around the shot glass. In a quick movement I flipped my head back and the liquid splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed the thick liquid and dollop of whipped cream down in one motion.
I stepped to the next shot and repeated the process. Quickly throwing the liquid back and swallowing. Feeling the thick liquid slide down my throat before placing the shot glass back down.
I looked over at Kailey. She was still holding her first shot sipping at it. “Just throw it back and swallow. It’s a blowjob, they’re supposed to be messy,” I said.
I lowered my head and closed my mouth around the glass rim.
“Here, let me hold your hair for you,” a deep masculine voice said. I felt a hand take hold of my hair and give a slight squeeze. I held up my hand and counted down, three, two, one. I lifted the glass with my lips and turned toward the man holding my hair. Slowly tilted my head back and the dollop of whipped cream slid into my mouth riding on the thick liquid. I locked eyes with the stranger and swallowed. I slipped my tongue into the glass and swirled it around and finally held the glass and inch from my face as the last drops of liquid dripped onto my lips and chin.
“That’s a pretty impressive show. Are you always a tease?”
My drunk brain’s fight instinct kicked in, “Tease? You’re calling me a tease? That’s funny. If you wanted subtle you would have bought us cosmopolitans and invited us to sit down. But you didn’t. You ordered ‘Blowjobs’ because you wanted to see if we would be insulted and run away. Maybe you wanted a little show. Thanks for the drinks!” I reached out for Kailey’s hand so we could leave.
“Are you insulted?”
I was ready to launch a verbal assault. I had just gotten out of a two year relationship with a cheating asshole and I didn’t feel the need to spar with some guy in a bar. As a smile crossed the tall man’s lips I stopped. Even in my drunken state I could tell I was being baited.
I’m going to start a thing. It may already exist but it doesn’t matter.
Some people like to visit different beaches. Some like to do different adventure sports and some like to hike to the 50 peaks(one in each state in the US). There is also a thing where people try and summit all the major mountains in the world. All of these are amazing and a little crazy.
I want to do something a little less crazy. I want to have sex with my husband in as many states and countries as possible. I’m not saying I’ll get all the countries but getting all the US states is a very real possibility.
If nothing else we’ll have fun expanding our list.
My husband and I have had sex in 6 countries, US, Canada, France, Bahamas, Ireland, and England.
We’ve also had sex in North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Louisiana, Texas, California, Washington, Colorado, Tennessee, Arkansas, Massachusetts, Virginia, Maryland, Utah, New York, and Arizona.
We need to pick up the pace. If we average 2 states a year it’s going to take 16 and a half years to have sex in every state.
The New England states we might be able to knock out in a long weekend.
I’ve been a pretty serious “ho” in the southeast. Just need Alabama and Mississippi and we’ll have that taken care of.
My state and country list is longer if i count locations with my ex-bf but I’m only going with my husband. He’s the only one that matters.
How many states and countries have you played in?
18 states now. We added Ohio. :)
Is it possible…
…to suffer masala chai tea widthdrawl?
I had never had masala chai tea before the trip to India. In fact I’ve never had a chai at all and I realize I’ve been sheltered. While in India I had it at breakfast and again in the afternoon. 10 rupees for a small cup and 15 rupees for a large, that’s like .20 cents USD.
It’s an amazing mix of frothy milk with clove, cinnamon, nutmeg, peppercorn, cardamon, and ginger. There is more to it than that but it’s amazing.
Thank you India. :)
M
“Seriously? Can’t you two wait ten more minutes?” Emmy asked as she looked at the couple having sex in the kitchen.
Both Cami and Scott looked over at Emmy as she entered the room but they didn’t stop what they were doing. Cami was bent over the counter and Scott was standing behind her with his hands holding both of her hips tight enough that his fingers were pressing into her flesh. Scott was thrusting into Cami’s pussy at a slow rhythmic pace and from the look on his face he was perfectly happy with how things were going. Cami on the other hand was pushing on the wall with her hands to keep her head from banging into the various containers on the counter. Despite this inconvenience she too seemed pretty happy with the current state of the morning kitchen fuck session.
“Can you pass the coffee creamer please?” Emmy asked of no one in particular. The creamer was pinned between Cami’s shoulder and the refrigerator and Emmy couldn’t get it without coming in contact with her sister or her sister’s boyfriend. Emmy really didn’t want to get any nearer than necessary.
Neither Cami nor Scott made any effort to retrieve the creamer.
Emmy put half an English Muffin in the toaster and slid the lever down to start toasting the muffin. “Cami, the creamer! Please? Hey, James Deen,” Emmy said to Scott, “give her a break for five seconds so she can get me the creamer.”
Neither Scott or Cami follow the directions. Instead Scott thrust deep into Cami and leaned forward to grab the creamer. Scott’s weight pushed Cami forward causing her head to crash into the container of sugar knocking it over and spilling its contents. Cami yelped but once Scott stood back up he handed the creamer to Emmy and went back fucking her little sister.
Emmy got a plate for her muffin and cup for the coffee. Cami was resting her head on the counter and was facing Emmy with the spilt sugar in front of her face.
“You don’t mind if I take a little of this?” Emmy asked Cami while taking a half spoonful of the sugar and stirring it to her coffee. Emmy turned and walked to the little kitchenette and sat down.
Emmy took a sip of her coffee and spoke, “You know Scott, I think you just about have her to the point of no return. She hasn’t said a word since I walked in and I’m almost positive she couldn’t talk if she wanted to.”
Scott looked over at Emmy for a brief second before squeezing Cami’s hips a light tighter and slamming deep into her.
“I hate to say it but she’s really sexy like that. She has the little arch in her back which causes her butt to stick up and she’s always had really nice long legs. If you don’t mind, let me offer one little piece of advice. Rub her clit right now and I bet you she will be completely gone.”
Scott slipped one hand from Cami’s hip down between her legs. Once his fingertip found Cami’s clit it was a matter of seconds before Cami’s eyes snapped open, “I fucking hate y…” Cami started to say before her words changed into a long series of cat like purrs. She pressed her forehead down into the counter and pulled her arms back slightly with her fingers flared out wide. Her left leg started shaking uncontrollably and droplets of her cum started to drip to the floor. Scott suddenly thrust deep into Cami causing her to crash into the remaining containers on the counter as a small gush of Cami’s cum splashed on the floor. Scott was well into his own orgasm and kept thrusting deeper into Cami as her body shook.
Scott slumped down into Cami’s back and pressed her into the spilt contents of the containers.
“Well, I can honestly say I’ve never had the opportunity to watch a live sex show before. Don’t get me wrong you guys were pretty good and I have to give you some props. It was impressive but…” Emmy paused, “… watching my little sister get fucked while I eat breakfast is one thing I never wanted to see.”
Scott moved his hips back away from Cami and his spent cock slipped out of her body.
She reached over and grabbed a napkin off the table, “Here, you might, umm, need this.” Emmy said while glancing at Scott’s cum covered cock.
Emmy looked at the small puddle on the floor and the wetness down Cami’s thighs and grabbed another napkin. She held it out towards Cami, “umm, you, too!”
As Cami stepped toward Emmy to retrieve the napkin a look of panic crossed her face and she darted her hands between her legs. It was too late and a large load of white cum fell free from her pussy and loudly splatted on the floor near Emmy’s shoes. The splattering cum shot out in all directions and got on Cami’s ankles. It also sprayed backward between her legs and lastly, forward onto both of Emmy’s black high heels.
“I’m sorry,” Cami sheepishly offered.
“No, no, I mean these things happen, right? I’m sure in dozens of places around the city something exactly like this just happened.” Emmy got up and moved to the doorway before stopping. She slipped out of her shoes and stepped back.
“Please clean the kitchen and my shoes. When I get home tonight we need to have a little talk,” Emmy said.
“Emm, don’t worry. We’ll clean up everything. We didn’t do this on purpose, it just kind of happened. We’ll be there tonight. I’m so sorry.”
“No, I don’t want drippy dick there tonight,” Emmy said looking at Scott’s limp cock. “Just you and me.”
Cami quickly took Scott’s napkin and wiped the dripping cum from his cock, “Okay, just us. I’m sorry, it just happened.”
Emmy shook her head as she started to walk away as her little sister started dabbing at Scott’s wet cock.
“Kneel down and use your mouth. You know I like that after we fuck,” Scott finally spoke.
“shhhh, wait ‘til she leaves. I’m already in enough trouble with the nun. I really wish she would find some guy that will fuck her so she’ll stop bothering us,” Cami said in a whisper just before the door to the house slammed shut.
A friend asked if i was going to post anything on Valentine’s day and it made me stop for a minute to think.
You see on Sunday night around 6:30pm my father, who is in New England, had a massive heart attack. At noon on Monday i got a call saying that i needed to get there as soon as i could. I spent the next 12 hours driving to be with him.
When I arrived I went directly to the hospital and was allowed in to his ICU room. My father is heavily sedated with at least 15 different machines attached to him and his prognosis is not good.
Today I spent the entire day sitting next to a man that was a single father who raised 3 boys and me alone.
All this made me think about Valentine’s Day. You see this person is the first man that ever loved me. He loved me when I was young and older. Her love me when I wasn’t the most deserving daughter and he’s also the man that presented my hand to my husband.
While I love my husband dearly today he’s not my Valentine.
Today I’ve sat here trying to figure out how to say goodbye to the only man that has loved me my entire life. Trying to figure out the right words too tell my Valentine goodbye for the last time.
Tonight please hug those that you love just a little tighter and tell them that you love them.
I will not be on for a while so please don’t be upset if my blog sits idle.
May you all have a nice day,
Michelle
Targeted Ads
Well done Tumblr, well done.
A few minutes ago I posted a note about the iPhone X and Samsung Galaxy. I got up and made myself a cup of masala tea and started looking through my Tumblr feed and guess what I saw, an ad for a Samsung Galaxy S9.
Very good job Tumblr. I’m not going to run out and buy one but I have to give them a lot of credit for the target ad placement.
M
Switching phone carrier and phone
It’s happened. My phone has finally died. By died I mean dead, not slow or doing weird things, I mean it won’t even turn on.
So after years and years of being a Samsung Galaxy and Andriod person I switched to iPhone.
Why did I switch to iPhone? Well, it was free. My husband and I won an iPhone X at an event that we were at and the phone has been sitting quietly waiting for it’s day to shine.
When my phone died we decided to switch carriers because the one we had, the one that claims they are only 1 percent behind a competitor, was incredibly bad. The 1% that they were behind just happened to be everywhere that I was attempting to use my phone. I had more missed calls, dropped calls, texts that were never sent or didn’t show up for months. Another exciting feature was that I would reduce and sent texts in duplicate. The same message twice. That was a really professional looking way to do business.
Anyway, we switched and activated my new groundbreaking iPhone X. I’m now Apple cool … ish. I went out and bought a case to cover the extremely skinny and slippery new phone and started to use it.
Yup, Apple cool except after loading all the Apps that I like, I’ve found that for me, the user interface is so much more difficult to use. It’s much harder to use one handed. A lot of time the button I need is in the upper left hand corner and my hand doesn’t reach so I need to use two hands. I guess I have little hands or something but the phone is the same size as my old Galaxy.
Little things like trying to edit a word means that you have to click and hold until the magnifying glass shows up and then you can move the cursor where you want it to be. Android lets you click the spot and drop the cursor, even mid-word. I haven’t figured out how to do that on iPhone yet.
The ability to text and make calls is very good. I had no problems connecting to my car’s Uconnect system and Siri makes it very easy to initiate hands free phone calls.
There are Apps that I’ve installed that have disappeared. I can’t find them anywhere. If I try to reinstall them the App Store says it’s already installed. Umm, that may be but where is it?
I admit I’m new to iPhones. There is going to be a learning curve, I get it, but so far I have to say I like the user experience on Samsung Galaxy/Android better.
Call quality is very good. The little “Delivered” message in the texting window is nice but I could live without it. The passcode feature is a bit of a pain because my phone locks up quickly and I’m forever entering my PIN.
My final assessment is that I’m missing my Samsung Galaxy, the UX, and beautiful pictures. I’m going to keep using the iPhone X but if I can’t get use to it I may need to convince my husband to use the iPhone and I’ll get a Galaxy. I do about 70% of my work on my phone and can’t afford the lose of productivity.
Time will tell.
Have a nice rainy weekend,
M
I love the movie Love Actually.
The lines, “my favorite part of the day is when I drive you home”, and she says in Portuguese “this is the saddest party of my day because you leave” are my absolute favorite.
It’s such a cute movie.
Michelle
