About Tess

Tess and I go way back. So far back that we were busting moves to The Pleasure Principle in her bedroom after school. Tess is mysterious, stunning, and full of sex adventures. Some are spine chilling, some erotic and some are just, well…..you’ll have to find out for yourself. Her sex stories will leave your breathless, turned on, even frightened at times but one thing’s for sure, you’ll be intrigued and hooked instantly.

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Incredible Sex – Make It Happen

Well, my girls weekend getaway got cancelled at the last minute. I’m really disappointed because I had a stressful day at work on Friday. I won’t get into that because I can’t stand whining and negativity but since I’m home and it’s raining and miserable outside for the 6th day in a row I thought I’d take advantage of the time I have.

I’m diving right into what I promised a few weeks ago.

Yes, I’m blogging about sex. You were warned in the subject of this blog so if you’re practicing celibacy or abstinence look at the top left arrow and click it, back away slowly from this blog…..

When I was just an adolescent teenage girl in the south my Mom had the sex talk with me. Not only was it awkward, but it scared the fuck out of me. My Mom was and still is to this day an extremely religious person. It went down like this…”If you kiss a boy, you’ll get pregnant, if you have sex, you’ll be in a lot of pain. You’ll bleed and have a baby.”

In a way maybe it was a good thing she told me those things. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 18 years old. I waited for the right one to come along. The one that meant something to me. I’m thankful for that. It was beautiful and special.

Now that I’m in my forties I’m completely in love with sex. Well, I’ve always loved it ever since the first time I had it. But as I’ve gotten older I’ve come to learn what my body craves and what turns me on. I’m much more comfortable with myself. I’m accepting of who I am and what I want. My husband and I have incredible sex. I’m going to give you a few tips on how to enjoy sex. No, I’m not a therapist but I’m just going to tell you how my mind works from a female perspective.

I never say no, Ever. If my hubby wants sex, he’s going to get it. I’ve got a headache? Too fucking bad. I’ll take it anytime he wants to give it to me. Never resist sex from your partner. Do you like being rejected? I sure don’t. You love one another and you give yourself to them. This is just what I’ve always believed. Often my girlfriends tell me they just don’t want it anymore. They’re not happy with their bodies or they don’t want to shave their legs. The kids and their jobs just take all of their energy. The list goes on for excuses they make to not have sex.

It seems like most women think the sex is mostly for the men. But it’s so not. I think women tend to hold back when they’re having sex and have tons of things running through their minds while they’re having sex. I’ve been guilty of this a few times myself. Turn that shit off. Flip the fucking switch in your brain and get in the moment. This TIME is about you and your partner. If you don’t “feel” like it, you better pull yourself together. We all need to get laid. Our bodies need that release. It’s good for our souls. It’s good for others around us. It puts us in a much better mood don’t you think?

We all have stressful shitty days from time to time. It’s not just us ladies that have shitty days either. All the more reason to have sex. It’s a great way to relieve stress. I know, you’re reading this and thinking, “Whatever, I don’t have time for sex. I’m exhausted and not in the mood.” Do not make excuses. Give yourself this gift.

Example of my life….Stressful day. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Shipments went to wrong addresses, customer’s complaining all day to me, co-workers are being lazy and standing around bullshitting, I’m basically doing everything. I mean, the train went off the tracks that day at work. I’m livid, pissed, and beyond irritated. I come home, my hubby wants to have sex. I’m thinking, Really? Now? That’s when my inner sex goddess shows up for the game. I’m rushed but I can make this happen. Didn’t shave my legs this morning so I throw on my thigh highs, long strand of pearls, brush my teeth, mess up my hair a little, spray some perfume, put a little red lipstick on and some high heels and look at myself in the mirror and I’m fucking hot! I’m ready to go!

So Ladies, in this example of my life, if you’re thinking, “Yeah right, this bitch is crazy!” Do you have self doubt? Do you think you’re not hot? Make yourself hot. You don’t work out? You’re insecure about your body? There are ways around that. Put on a bra, a sexy little gown, and hide your fat rolls or whatever it is that makes you feel insecure. Next thing is your mindset. Tell yourself you are fucking hot. You’re going to get what you deserve and you deserve to have incredible sex. Who’s the hottest actress out there right now? You’re her. Is it Scarlett Johansson, Jennifer Lopez? Blake Lively? Sophia Vergara? Whoever she is, be her.

Next move is the music….Have you heard the latest song by Demi Lovato – Confident? Well, if you haven’t, see the link below which is combination of “Cool For The Summer” & “Confident” from SNL. This is the hottest fucking song out there right now. If you don’t feel sexy after hearing this beat, make an appointment immediately with a shrink. This song is sizzlin’ hot. You’ll feel like ripping your partners clothes off and blowing his or her fucking mind.

Fellas, you see there’s a lot about us that you don’t understand. Ha! Bet you’ve heard that a few times. It’s our minds that you’re fucking as well as our bodies. We have to be in the moment mentally as well as physically. It helps for you to tell us that we’re fucking hot, beautiful, gorgeous, that you can’t wait to do things to us. That’s what we need to hear. If you tell us those things it will really make things worth your while.

I’ll close for now and pick up next Saturday hopefully. Have an excellent weekend loves!

A Sexy Halloween Story

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Happy Halloween My Little Goblins,

A few weeks ago I wrote this fetching little tale for my entry in Tess’s Wicked Wednesday blog. If you enjoy mysterious erotica sex stories, she’s your hook up. Check her out at https://wordpress.com/read/blog/id/99069366

In the spirit of Halloween I thought I would share with you my first short story I’ve written. I mentioned earlier in the week that I might dabble in the sex blogging once a week so here’s the first one for you Trick Or Treaters.

Carried Away In The Big Easy

One of the Partners at the firm invited me to his Halloween party. Rarely had I been out in the last two years since I was trying to prove myself. I was the youngest attorney and had just won my eleventh case. Cause for celebration don’t you think? The party was going to be one of a kind. He had rented out an old funeral home and was having an open bar with an incredible DJ spinning some serious beats.

Now, what will my costume be?

A Witch? A Devil? Or A Maid?

I needed something unusual and something that would hide my identity. This was just in case I wanted to prowl around and get into something out of the ordinary.

That’s it! CAT WOMAN! Yes! Why not show off my curves tonight. Let’s face it, I’m blonde, blue eyed, 5’9”, 129 lbs, nice rack, hour glass is in check. Purrrrfect!

The night had arrived and I was beyond ready. I must say I looked incredible. My full lips were shimmering with my favorite lollipop red lipstick. Although I was wearing the mask I decided to wear my hair down. Why not show off the blonde locks since every single day I wear it up in a messy bun. I wanted to be someone other than Poppy tonight. I wanted to be someone reckless and daring.

The leather felt righteous against my skin. This costume really showed off my hips and my tits. The thigh high platform boots made me feel superior. The limo picked me up and off I went. As I entered the party a Lurch greeted me with a glass of champagne on a tray. Oh! How I love the bubbly. It always makes me feel kittenish. I walk over to the bar where I see Luke Skywalker AKA “The Partner” that is throwing this magnificent Halloween party. I might need to check out Star Wars because Luke was killin’ it. I know, where have I been to have never seen Star Wars?

Honestly, “The Partner” and I really don’t know each other well at all. He knows nothing about me personally. He makes eye contact with me and asks “Would you like another drink?”

I’m shaking in my boots at this point and wondering does he recognize me? In a fake Jersey accent I quickly reply “Of course I would love another drink.” (Note: I was in drama club in High School and had it perfected)

He orders me a Tombstone Tea. He leans into my ear and whispers “It’s refreshing but will put a spell on you.”

Is he hitting on me? Well, this could be the dare that I’m looking for this evening. Yes! Winning!

I’ve never noticed how green his eyes are. He has this extremely deep voice and even with these kick ass boots I’m wearing he’s still towering me. He introduces himself and I stretch out my hand introducing myself as Finn, a girl that came with a date that I can’t find and how I’m really not “feeling it” and how I’m trying to ditch this guy. He assures me that he can help with that. Hmmm… Oh really?

After three tombstone teas and four glasses of champagne I find myself arm and arm with “The Partner” walking down Frenchmen Street passing the bars and giggling at whatever he’s saying in my ear.

He stops abruptly and says “I’m going to take you to one of my favorite haunts.” We take a turn down a dark alley and just a few feet away I see a wrought iron archway. There’s a sign but it’s dark and my vision is blurry at this point. I’m feeling fantastical and will go wherever “The Partner” wants to take me.

As we enter the gate he suddenly scoops me up like a child and carries me. “I wouldn’t want you to stumble and hurt yourself in those boots Finn. This cobblestone is broken in some spots.” I could get used to this…I put my arms around his neck and within just a few steps I realize we’re in a cemetery. The full moon is shining on the graves as if covered in glitter. This is nightmarish but also enchanting.

He carries me up a couple of steps and gently puts me down while he opens this shrill sounding door. He grabs my hand and pulls me into this tiny little dark room. He suddenly grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back and begins kissing my neck. I immediately get chills up my spine. He then lifts me up onto his waist and I wrap my legs around him as he walks me over to something behind me and props me up on it. His kisses are hard and wet.

He’s drinking me in. He tastes like caramel and whiskey. His tongue is delicious and wanting.

My mind says Stop – Don’t do this. I kept thinking, this is “The Partner” at my firm and I really shouldn’t be making out with him. Truth was, I wanted him badly. His lips were full like mine. He bit my bottom lip and the blood tasted so sweet. God, this man was fucking hot.

He picks me up off of whatever I was propped up on and flips me around facing the wall and I put my hands on something to hold myself up and realize it’s a casket. What the fuck? Oh my god, this is fucking incredible. I’m about to fuck “The Partner” in a crypt. As he unzips my cat suit and rips it down to my knees the anticipation of him touching me is beyond intoxicating. I’m wearing no panties or bra. All access approved!

He put his arm around my waist to hold me in place and then began teasing my nipple with his fingers. He grabs my face and turns it towards his and starts kissing me again. His taste is addicting. Soon his tongue is licking my ear and he whispers “How bad do you want me to fuck you Finn?” Words couldn’t escape my mouth. I just whimpered under his grip. He took his knee and pushed my legs apart and brought his hand down to my clit. His fingers were melting me. My knees were weak and I held back on screaming his name.

He suddenly stopped and I heard his zipper come down and instantly he gained entry into my tight little passage. As he entered me he let out a rough low “Fuck.” He stood there not moving with that superb cock inside of me taunting me by standing still. I wanted him to fuck me until I collapsed but instead he was taking it all in, literally.

He whispered in that deep voice, “Are you ready Finn?” I was ready but also edgy, could I handle him? I loved the feeling of fullness in my narrow tunnel.

He grabbed my hips tight, pulled me backwards and then pushed my back to where my head was between my legs. I could see his knees at this point due to the moon glaring through the stained glass. I loved the way he was taking control over me, but I wanted more.

He knew how to take me and he knew how to make me beg. I finally had all I could take and I started grinding into him. He took me by surprise with this strength and fucked me hard and fast and with ill intention. Right when I was about to cum he pulled his cock out and pulled me up and turned me to face him. My mask was still on and he reached to take it off and I quickly got to my knees and licked and sucked his glorious shaft. He was growling and then pulled me up and looked me in the eyes and said “Just let me fuck you.”
The way he said it sounded like he couldn’t live without it.

He had to have it.

He picked me up and I put my legs around him and he did exactly that. He fucked me like I’d never been fucked before. Every time he would thrust I would bounce breathless. There was a connection between us. We were driven and consumed with each other. When I came with him it was the feeling of being upside down in a roller coaster. It was absolutely thrilling.

As he hailed a cab for me he hands me his card and asks “Can I see you again Finn?” As I slide into the cab and look up at him I wink and whisper “Maybe” and as the cab pulls away I sigh with my kittenish grin.

Monday Morning arrives and I’m going over my notes for my case. I hear a knock on my office door, “Come in”. A delivery guy has me sign for a long white box with a beautiful black bow. The card reads “Finn AKA Poppy, Please enjoy these beautiful red poppies. I have to see you again. Meet me in the lobby downstairs at 8 pm. Since you’ve never seen Star Wars I thought it was about time. Your Jersey accent was outstanding but I knew it was you all along.”

He sent me poppies? Really? No one has ever done that before. How did he know? “Fuck.”

Let’s Talk About Sex Baby?

Just throwing this idea out there……

Everyone likes sex, period. I’m curious to know what my loves think about me blogging about sex once a week?

Not that I’m a sex therapist by all means but I love sex so why not talk about it? I’m thinking something like an open forum to discuss what women like, men like, what we could do better? Things like that.

This would be open to stories, advice, ideas, suggestions, funny shit too. The do’s and dont’s and so on.

Not positive I’ll even commit to doing it but thought it might be something fun to try and if we’re wondering about something why not blog about it?

Any thoughts?

Self Stimulating Monday Morning

Warning: You’ll now find that I have a twisted mind if you didn’t already know this. Some might say this is X-Rated – Maybe not? Anyway, consider yourself warned.

On with the Monday Eve prep….

As I was thinking about motivating myself and anyone who reads my blog for Monday’s circus at work tomorrow – I thought…”Self Stimulation!”

How about a big hot cup of yourself tomorrow morning?

Twisted as it may sound, why not fuck yourself before work? It will bring that “Go Fuck Yourself” to a whole new level. Everyone masturbates right? Why not do that on Monday morning to start the day off with a BANG?

If you have a significant other pounce on them first thing tomorrow morning and spread the motivation so their Monday isn’t so boring. Give them a piece of your swag to take to the office with them.

I mean who doesn’t feel fantastic after an incredible orgasm, how could you possibly have a bad day after getting off?

How many times do we run into someone at work that if you gave them a straw they’d suck the happiness right out of you? Don’t we all think to ourselves “Damn, he needs to get laid.” Well, lets all get laid tomorrow morning!

I need motivation every Monday Eve like the Pope needs his rosary beads. I know, I know, I shouldn’t reference the Pope when blogging about masturbating. I have a warped and twisted mind. Didn’t I mention that in the beginning of this blog? You couldn’t help yourself could you? You had to keep reading.

I believe it’s possible that we might just walk into work as a Limited Edition. We’ll ooz confidence so much that we give off this ora of “fuck you, I’m the shit” without ever opening our mouths.

So, on that note, go fuck yourselves in the morning loves and enjoy every second of it. Monday is going to be Fantastic!

XOXO