I turn to face you, smiling softly.

"Cold?" you ask with gentle concern, although your eyes can't help but drop to my sheer lace bra and hardening nipples.

My hands move to loosen your tie, unbutton your collar. "Warm me up."

The dress falls to the floor and I lean back against you as your hand moves to rest lightly on my hip. Your breath tickles as you start lightly kissing my exposed neck and chill bumps begin to break out all over my body.

You've just finished unzipping the back of my cocktail dress and we stand together at the hotel window overlooking the city. It's so busy, so fast, so glamorous.

The party downstairs was fun (if a little raucous), but now in this moment with you it's finally still. Silent. Peaceful. #sveros

Sometimes my words just feel so foolish.

I did not have a limerick on my bingo card for today. 😂

Do you know what you do to me when you call me that? That name that only you get to call me? In the heat of the moment, your breathless voice hot in my ear. It makes me positively tipsy. No, drunk. Drunk with joy and lust and want and affection. Take all of me. You can have all of me. #sveros

Our gazes both fall to your wilting cock, still pulsing a little, slick with cum and spit and the sight of my lipstick smeared at the base. My smirk widens to a proud grin and I wipe the corner of my mouth with a finger.

"Nice to see you again, too." 2/2

#sveros

"You always did love a bold red lip on me, didn't you?" I tease, looking up at you with a soft smirk.

Your breathing begins to steady, a series of forced inhales and exhales, then finally slows. After a moment your eyes open. They meet mine and a blush begins to creep across your face. 1/2

I mean... yes?

Oh, that's amazing. I don't know if mine still exist or not. I don't know if I deleted them or just let them go inactive. I don't even remember the exact usernames. The email they were tied to is long gone.

The internet landscape has changed in the last 25 years, but so has the landscape of our lives. I feel wistful for it, but also yeah, I probably wouldn't or couldn't devote the time to doing it regularly either.

I'm very hit and miss about that, too.

I think about this *often*. Sometimes I want to talk about something but making an audio of it feels too... close. I miss writing longer form rambles and reading those of others.

Since the last time you asked this I think I've determined that if I'm with someone, open. Solo, closed.

Oh, fun! I guess it's the voyeur in me but that makes me really happy. 🤭

Is the first one a walking stick?? Or two together? I can't quite figure out what it is!

That forearm would look so good braced right beside my-- what? Huh? Oh, hey, George. 🤭

Wishing you a quick and easy recovery!

Her eyes were wide, sightless, fixed on the ceiling. Fists gripping the sheets, her back arched, then froze, her mouth open in a silent cry. The only sound in that moment was his fingers relentlessly thrusting in and out, the wet stream of her exquisite pleasure spilling out onto his hand. #sveros

Twisting and turning to get the perfect angle, I sigh in frustration. "I look sweaty," my exasperated voice comes over the phone.

Patiently, gently, you reply, "Stop being so mean to yourself, please."

I take a deep breath, nod, and turn the camera on.

"Good girl, baby. Show me."

#sveros

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Able to park anywhere, lololololol. I love it. 🤣

Same. 😂

I saw this on insta last night and it made me laugh. If your nether regions were a car, what kind of car would they be and why?

Well done! Now you just stand there and I'll take care of the rest.

Sorry/not sorry. 🙃

Now catching up on all of the NASA Artemis stuff from this past week and just crying my eyeballs out. Unbelievable. What a beautiful universe we live in together.

Groundbreaking. 🫠

Thinking about your hard cock nestled up against my ass cheeks in the dark. Your hand firmly gripping my bare thigh. Pushing back a little into you. A long deep sigh and then drifting back off to sleep.