Here lies a once beautiful girl,
Once filled with so much faith and hope that’s now gone.
A shrivelled red rose rests in her limp hand.
Her torn and soiled dress moves in the cold wind
Revealing a tattoo of an angel on her hip
The wings cover her face
And her halo lies at her feet.
A silver chain hangs around her neck
Belonging to a mother she wanted to love,
A woman she wished she knew.
From her shoulder to elbow runs a pale scar
From a night that she’d rather forget.
A dried petal breaks free and rises to the dark heavens,
Returning to her life before.

I lost my virginity to a guy that I love with all of my heart.  The first person that I let into various parts of my life, the first person that I gave my heart to.

 

I’m 18 and I can’t help feeling so young, but at the same time I feel so much older.  All I know is that I entered into a new stage of my life when I let him come in.  All I know is that I wouldn’t want to be making these memories with anyone else.

 

I used to always be scared that if I were to have sex, he would never stick around.  I believed that he would leave and feel no need for a commitment.  As if the thought of having sex was a bargaining chip to keep him in my life.

When I first met you I never dared to imagine all that would happen and where we would be today.

I never knew what it was like to have a boyfriend.  Have someone who cared about me, someone to hold hands with, kiss, and experience pleasures that I was naïve to.

I was so innocent when we started dating.  You didn’t rush me into things that I wasn’t ready for.

When I think about you… I can’t help but miss you. I can’t stop thinking about all of the things that I love about you.

I love how I noticed you before you noticed me. I pursued you until you finally crossed my path, and then you chased me back. I love how you call me when you’re on your way to my place, while I’m rushing around getting ready. You hang up just before I open the door and you’re always on time. 

by Velante

I turn the lights down low and lock the door. Slowly I take off all my clothes and leave them laying by my bed. Sitting in front of the mirror I watch the way the candles shine, outlining each of my curves.

 

I brush my hair out of my face and innocently smile at my reflection. Almost embarrassed to be staring at my naked body right now.

Licking my lips slowly, I admire how they glisten. I notice a couple of freckles strategically placed on my face. My glasses frame my eyes and I enjoy staring into them.

My long, thin neck leads me to my shoulders and chest. Two round breasts, what I think must be the perfect size. Enough to create a nice, round shape, but not large enough to sag. I trace a circle around one of my nipples. As I slowly feel the soft skin beneath my fingers, I begin to warm and my nipples become plump.

I widen my circles to encompass the whole breast. Placing a hand on each breast, I feel their shape and lift them slightly to sense their weight. As I massage them slowly, increasing in speed, I watch how they move, how my cleavage comes together.

Slowly I run my hands down my body, to the curves of my hips, feeling the smoothness of my skin. I trace around my belly button and run my hands down into my inner thighs.

I pass it by for now and run my hands down my long legs. I watch in the mirror as they are slightly parted, a full view of all that makes me woman.

Carefully I touch, caressing the soft skin. I delicately touch my clit and experience the sensations. I alternate between watching between me legs and watching my reflection in the mirror. I am curious.

With tentative fingers I pull back the skin ever so slightly. Slowly entering my fingers into my vagina, I watch curiously as the folds of skin kiss the edges of my fingers. Trying to close over this secret place that creates so much pleasure.

I take my time to feel the textures and appreciate the sensations. It’s a soft tissue, but when I apply pressure I feel the firmness. Penetrating a bit deeper I can feel the texture of raised bumps. I stroke it with more pressure. An unusual sensation, experiencing it from inside and from outside.

The further I push in and the faster I pull out, the more intense the sensation. With each thrust I become more moist. This urge inside me wants more, wants it stronger.

My breathing becomes more heavy and I look over my shoulder to be sure that my door is locked. It feels so wrong pleasing myself this way, but it feels so right.

Just at my peak, when I can’t take it anymore, I tentatively remove my fingers. I slow down my breath as I sit there in awe of the emotions I was able to create within myself.

I look down between my legs and nothing really has changed, it looks no different than it did before it was touched. But the tingling in my core tells me otherwise.

Studying my reflection again, it is like I am seeing myself for the first time. Being able to experience what it’s like to give, what it’s like to receive, and see it all as if an observer.

This sensitivity, this sexual consciousness, it’s what makes me female. It’s a large part of who I am.

And this young woman that I am, I give to you.

Vashtiy. ♥

Late at night, by myself, I take the time for me. I spend too much time rushing from event to event, pleasing others around me, or letting you please me. So tonight it’s all about me and my body.

When I see you in front of me looking so hot and with that mischievous glean in your eyes, I want you. When you’ve teased me to a point that I can’t take it anymore, when I’m so incredibly horny. I want all of you right now and I don’t want a say in any of it. I desire for you to take control of me, and leave me completely at your mercy.

Ignore all of the rules and accepted behaviour in society. There’s no need for you to be a gentleman or use your manners. Behind this door, it’s just you and me tonight.

 

Love me softly and touch me gently. I just want to breathe in your presence and let it surround me. Take your time and let it bloom slowly.

Start off the evening with a surprise. An unexpected phone call, flowers, or email. Get me smiling and curious. Hold my hand and stroke my fingers. Squeeze my side, take me off guard.

Plan the evening before you even pick me up. Ask me out, but don’t tell me what we’re doing. Text me when I’m getting ready to tell me how excited you are.

When I say I’m passionate about you, it’s not an understatement. I desire to be with you because no one can make me happy and smile like you. Wherever we are, or whatever we’re doing, I just want you.  I love those moments when it’s just you and me. I feel any faults and concerns slip away as longing fills the room.

Your eyes meet mine and my heart races. You slowly climb over me, on top of me, covering me. Your power and control hangs over me and I give it to you willingly. I trust you and like your authority over me, even if it’s for a moment, it’s just so right.