The View From My Knees

As I write this, I’m laying in a bubble bath scribbling with my purple pen on a notebook resting on my knees. The warm water is giving my muscles some much-needed relaxation. The herbal scented steam rising from the tub puts my mind at ease. I love the way it feels when the water playfully laps at my clit. I’d like to touch myself right now, but I have some writing to do, so it will have to wait.

As I’m sure you’d noticed, I’d been in a little bit of a rut these past two weeks. My mind and body were exhausted. My free time had been nonexistent and what little time I’d found to write had been disappointingly unproductive. I’d lost my groove. I had stories to tell, but the words just weren’t coming together.

Even sex had lost its appeal. I felt like I was just going through the motions. I was still enjoying myself, but I wasn’t getting that intense electrifying feeling that usually pulsated through my body with each wave of orgasm. I almost didn’t care whether I had sex at all, and I let several days pass between encounters without noticing.

Sure, I was concerned. I began to question whether there was something wrong with me, physically or mentally. I hoped it was just a passing thing, and I was eager to get through it so I could feel like my old self again.

Then, on Sunday, my spark came back. I felt that familiar stirring between my legs and that electricity flowing through my body. The Lucky Bastard and I had mind blowing sex, and I remembered what it was that made me so weak in the knees all those times. I remembered why my pulse quickened at the thought of a hard cock in my hand. I remembered how much I loved to be sucked and fucked until I was left in a blissful sweaty quivering heap on my soiled sheets. I began writing that night and haven’t stopped since.

I’m still not sure what caused my temporary funk, but I’m glad it’s over. Now I can get back to what I love best: fucking and telling all. Stay tuned, because tomorrow night I’ll be back in action and you’ll find out all about the lazy Sunday afternoon that reignited my flame. But for now, I’ll leave you with a little bit of eye candy to keep your mind in the gutter where I like it. A friend of mine at Orderly-Confusion.com has allowed me to share with you his latest galleries of erotic photography. I just can’t get enough of them, and I’m not just saying that because I love the way his cock feels in my mouth. (but I do)

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