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delayed takes on reality p2: 1/3 of 3/4 of a threesome

May 6, 2019 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

45 + 33 + 36 They work on me like they’re earning commission. I bob up and down in the bubbly water, ears submerged, lost in the sound of the jets while Arlo dedicates his attention below the waist and Ikey takes care of above. Arlo comes up for air to say how much more enticing hot tub sex is in theory than in reality. They switch. Later in bed Arlo asks me how it feels to be the babe […]

Categories: secrets, snippets • Tags: babe, forest, hot tub, sex

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delayed takes on reality p1: 1/3 of 3/4 of a threesome

May 6, 2019 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

21 + 31 + 36 It wasn’t an accident. We did it on purpose. With balance. I was the lackadaisical participant, he was the eager one, and she was the hot babe glue holding it all together. I call that night ‘Fingering Friday’ but every time I think of that night it feels mislabeled. It should be ‘Suckling Saturday’ or ‘Sensual Sunday’… I think it was Saturday. The reason it even happened was because I had to be at work […]

Categories: stories • Tags: aging, interracial, party, sex, threesome, youth

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stripes & stench

April 15, 2019 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I walk into the bedroom to find the bed’s been made. My new sequins mermaid snuggie from T.J.Maxx is laid out over the gravity blankets. Arlo reversed some of the sequins to make a heart. I smiled and took a picture. * * * It’s been awhile since a guy has made my bed. Not that long, really. A month or so. Spud used to make it every day even though I told him not to. He stopped shortly before […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: breakup, friendship, love, sex, skunk, sugar baby, sugar baby. sugar daddy, sugar dating

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yesterday

March 8, 2019 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Was a weird day. In no particular order… I woke up three times to the sound of a right hand violently rearranging the skin on the cock it shared a body with. He didn’t wake me up to ask me to participate. I wondered why. I didn’t let him know that I was awake to wonder. Each of the three times he went to the bathroom afterwards and stayed for what felt like 45 minutes. I could do a lot […]

Categories: stories, sugar • Tags: boxwood, sex, sugar baby, sugar daddy

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well, that’s what I’ve been thinking about

August 23, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

What I’ve been thinking about: You walking in with all your textures on that dress that had echoes of school marm but hugged your curves in a very non-school-marmish way. Talking about arrangements while trying to keep my voice down so as not to be overheard by the woman sitting right behind me. Wishing you’d hurry up with that damn strawberry shake or push it aside so I could ask you if you wanted to move onto the next step. […]

Categories: secrets, sugar • Tags: benefactor, dating, sex, sugar baby, sugar daddy, sugar relationship

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April 11, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

As he recounted our previous experiences with a very clear memory, he suddenly lost it. “I don’t think I’ve ever pleasured you before. I want to please you…” Half of our time spent together has been devoted to him pleasing me. Maybe it was the drugs. “You have. Numerous times. You’re more than welcome to refresh your memory.” He’s had a lot of practice and every time he’s down there it shows. Whether he’s only moving his fingers to make […]

Categories: secrets • Tags: language, memory loss, sex, vulgarity

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in response to 2

April 11, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

“You’re brilliant. I wonder why you even want me.” *** I tell myself similar things often. I’m surrounded by real people with definitive personalities who stand for things, who are smart, passionate, and creative, and I wonder why they even give me the time of day sometimes. All I talk about is love, hair, not doing drugs, and lingerie. Don’t I get boring? But as often as I think I’m not worth the time, I’d never share that with anyone. But he […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: camping, honesty, sex, vulnerability

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mostly non-fiction

October 26, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I didn’t need to know him, but he showed himself to me. He did most of the talking and I listened and sometimes added value to the conversation, but mostly listened. He’d say something really big sometimes, too big for my brain to handle, and I’d stare at him, in no way to eager to impress, so silence was my response. But he would share things so big that silence seemed almost rude so I’d say, “I don’t have anything […]

Categories: stories • Tags: dating, first kiss, ice cream cake, Kin Dza Dza, sex

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ghost

July 16, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Remember that scene in Ghost where Sam helps Molly on the potter’s wheel? Well, in preparation for getting groovy with a nearly dead in a matter of hours, this one’s on repeat.

Categories: sounds, sugar • Tags: Demi Moore, Ghost, love song, Patrick Swayze, senior citizens, sex, The Righteous Brothers, Unchained Melody

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sugar & sugar

July 12, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

In preparation for what seems to be a future life of bareback bitch-dom, I’m going here this morning to get tested for STIs: http://www.berkeleyfreeclinic.org/ Blood tests have a tendency to make me feel faint and/or make me pass out, so I’m dedicating this am to sugar, water packed fruits, and oj. I also wanted to reminisce on all the times I’ve had…or have almost had…unprotected sex, to help me stay focused during this blood withdrawal. 1) BUBS Bubs is my current […]

Categories: secrets, sugar • Tags: bareback, Berkeley Free Clinic, safe sex, sex, STI testing, unsafe sex

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delayed takes on reality p2: 1/3 of 3/4 of a threesome

delayed takes on reality p1: 1/3 of 3/4 of a threesome

stripes & stench

yesterday

well, that’s what I’ve been thinking about

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in response to 2

mostly non-fiction

ghost

sugar & sugar