Hopelessly Inappropriate

Adult Erotica & Love Letters



How Mental Are You During Sex?

Is it cheating if you picture someone else during sex? I’d really like to know what other people think. My experience with long-term sexual relationships is short: my husband. If a woman’s orgasm is mental, isn’t it just a means to an end? I had to investigate the orgasm problem my other women friends also often commented to me about. (I attached an interesting article about entitled “Facts about the female Orgasm” from Everyday Health;)

When I first married, I was pregnant. So, for about three years of my marriage, my husband and I rarely connected, especially in the bedroom. When we did, in order to finish for him, I had to imagine my favorite cock in my head. I would feel guilty afterwards, like I’d kinda cheated.

Over time I became angry at the fact that I couldn’t orgasm for my husband without bringing another man into our bed. I had the grand idea of blogging naughty thoughts and then taking them into bedroom with my husband. We began to explore different positions, and I enjoyed pleasing him more, to the point that now he knows how to really get me in the end so that I actually cum from him!

I guess I still feel that whatever gets you off is better than not being able to release your pent-up frustrations;) I don’t know. You tell me!

What’s the perfect penis?

My best friend is a man. (Surprise!) He, of course, is gorgeous! You know, tall, dark and strikingly handsome. If I didn’t know him and passed him on the street, I’d have my auto-response thought and picture the size of his cock. I’d ponder:

“He’s tall, but muscular, so I’d say medium length, but wide enough to tease-pop my mouth and pussy with great strength. I could have fun with that man and his hot ‘n’ coy face!”

The point to this story is that he asked me once: Does size matter?

I can think of two times that it did, and those men did NOT have a perfect cock like his. (I hope you enjoy the stories I will post of these experiences.)

But, for now, I wonder what you think: What’s the perfect cock? Does size determine the amount of pleasure in a man’s ride?

To your own self be true! What really rocks for you?

I crave your beat in me!

I crave a beat in me!

For now, I’ll forgo the blues.

Maybe a soft melody?


I need some Jazz,

and a tall man to play me

like his up-right bass,

with frisky fingers

playing pleasure notes!


I’d succumb to your rhythm,

as you bend me over

to bang on my ass like a drum.


How I crave your beat in me!




Oh, the things we could do…(erotic humor)

Oh, the things

we could do

to make each

other sing…

I wish I could

tie you down.

I’d use a feather,

tickling secret spots,

then I’d use

some ice to

blow and lick

the tickles off.

You’d get your turn

to tease me too!

I’d let you spank me

for being too dirty,

then you’d soothe me

with some cream,

as you slide into me.

How about we try

a sex swing?

You teach me

how to fly!

sex in public

I wonder…Could I actually have sex in public? I admire those who can because you’d have to have balls to finish with others around (personally, I’m too loud;)

Despite my fear, I found a place for us to hide in a public parking lot behind a building, which is absolutely dark and just down the street from me, where we can hit our secret desires, bouncing and booming in my van for all to hear!

Now, when I picture your perfect cock in my mouth or pouncing upon my pussy, I place us there without a care!


It’s hard to forget

the way you moved my hips

feet wrapped tight

in a sex dance of delight

as you suck my nip

my legs lifting me up

you swaying your cock

inside wet I slide down,

swinging me whilst we do it!

Oh, it’s so much fun

to be entered and swung,

you moving my hips for me

while I bounce and bounce,

up and down, round and round

until we breathlessly cum

after our romp number four!


(feeling silly today;)

jiggle tits and table

While you shower after a long day of work, I begin taking food out for dinner. I turn the oven to bake, unwrap the meat, rinsing it clean, and douse it with marinade. I open the oven, put in the meat, and as I close the oven door, you sneak up behind me!

You hug my waist, and with a spin, you kiss me deeply, as I pet your damp head sweetly. Then, quick you slip my dress over my head, hoisting me on the small table we use as our bed.

Squeezing in me long and thick, your abs begin to work your hips, moving slow…quick, quick, slow…then you then increase your speed, slamming your long cock inside my pussy repeatedly, and my head back arched, I gasp my pussy-pleasure in puffs, and as my breasts wiggle and jiggle, you push, push, push your cock hard, making the table and my tits shake and rock…

Just as I’m ready to curl my toes, the dinner-bell begins to ding!

But, I don’t let that stop my table-romp! To drown out the dings, I get louder while you spank your long cock into me again and again, smacking my ass, while moving hard mounts upon my mass, to wiggle and jiggle tits and table, until like a lion you roar, and I cum to that sound I adore, as you collapse…legs wiggling you to the dining room floor!

“I think I burned the meat again,” I say, as you help me up.

“That’s ok, my love, you gave me dessert instead!” You laugh, toweling your head off.

pussy circles

Spread me wide!

Insert your pride…

Neck extended,

I yell, “Harder!

I’m horny as hell!”

So, you push and

pound and push

spinning me

and spanking me

in pussy circles

with your pound

round and round,

private splashing

in wild instinctual

sexual joy


we spout out

our creamy mess

upon the sheets

ready for a longer

more wild


your knock at my door (erotic poetry)

Your expected knock

at my front door

makes me jump,

electrified at the thought

of losing control,

so wide I open myself

for you to glide in whole,

slipping me twisted kisses,

dancing with me legs wrapped

around your waist, then

with my back against a wall,

you pleasure-pace

your enthusiasm

to see me again, while

kneading and massaging me,

in and out you slip,

making me moan desire-filled,

where slippery-wet slowing

your love to a crawl,

as we pant out our frustration

on the kitchen wall,

until you’ve cum and gone,

me left loosened, tension dissolved,

for you showed you love me

by walking through my door.

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