pink

i painted my fingernails pink
and imagined you underneath that shining enamel
imagined seeing you between the short shorn off ovals
imagined that you didn't have to work tonight didn't live in another city weren't ignoring me like you'd had your fun and were now moving on
imagined that i was scratching you
hearing you groan as little pink stripey welts appeared
imagined kissing those welts away

i knew that you could seduce away my resolve to resist you
seduce away the anger
because all i had to do was remember the things that you'd already whispered in my ear
cock that's harder than it's ever been
and all of the things that still make my clit spasm
so all i'm left to do is revel in small pleasures like clean sheets
and the lingerie you and i were supposed to buy
and the heartbreaking pink kisses
your eagerness to touch and taste
that i don't know will be repeated

just out of reach

it's all in my mind
the touch and the feel
of lips and hands and finger tips
calluses take over
along with unawakened stubble
dry lips gotta move
oughta move
tasting pure sweetness
craving gripping touch
just out of reach
-K

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peace,

lenée

Kiss

I kissed her lips
Gently licking
nibbling
tasting
As I would love to be tasted
Allowing my teeth to graze her
Lips while my tongue
Frolicked in a playful dance
Back and forth, mirroring in kind

As her lips closed around mine
Trying to hold me close to her
I looked down
Into the writhing beauty
Of her sighs as he slowly
Moved her to orgasm
My fingers encircling her breast
Trying to hold a moment
Where she could find peace
Trying to find my own ecstasy

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we...
started out almost like strangers
gently petting,
stroking,
touching...softly.
getting to know each other
each
kiss
at a time.
by the time your mouth reached my thigh
i was ready to cry
and i wanted you to feel the warmth inside.
so we stopped the foreplay
because by this time
the desire for lovemaking
became a thing for teenagers.
the words "fuck me baby"
came from parted lips
and then
you
slipped
inside.
the sigh that came forth could awaken the dead.
we toss
we turn
moans become mumbled words
broken sentences
... faster...
the sweet smell of your sweat hits me
mumbled words become stifled screams
...deeper...
my back arches as your teeth graze my breast
our bodies pressed together tightly
unforgiving
you
punish me for past transgressions
with each push
with each pull
nails go farther into your back
hold on.
...harder...
we've become lost in one another
i shadow your every movement
the rhythm
stronger
stifled screams become whispered requests
…please…
…please…
with each push
with each pull
…please
squeezing my eyes tight, I beg.
don't stop
whispered requests become deep moans
…right there
…don't move.
we shudder together- deeply.
wishing that the moment wouldn't end
you
touch my face
i wipe my eyes and smile
we fall asleep
satisfied
as one

mission statement | 1st post

the bliss project.

we are anonymous women who write. we are here to write about love, loving, lovemaking, and the desires intertwined with such. we are not planning to save the world with our words, but to share with the world what's crossed our minds. we are not here to satisfy anyone's need for erotica other before our own needs for catharsis, for jubilation or revelation. this is a safe space to express how we feel about ourselves, our lovers, friends, and experiences. this blog is not limited to fiction, nor is it limited to fact. this blog is an exercise in trust. none of the posters will know who's shared what, as the blog is composed strictly of remote blog entries. that is, if girl 1 and girl 2 are best friends and they both know about the blog, the only way one will know the other has posted is if she has shared that information. we don't want anyone to feel obligated to the rules of polite internet society. this is where we let go and let loose. we are not here to stifle.

we are here to create, inspire, and be as full of bliss as possible.

send requests for the remote blogger e-mail address to me with "the bliss project" in the subject header. i thank you all in advance for your participation.