Round and full

April 22nd, 2008 by Celeste

Today, his hands on my breasts and his cock between them, I remembered how, as a girl of 10, flat as an ironing board, I had yearned for breasts. Nice round ones, though I would have been happy for any, really. I imagined them, pretended them. Once, on the way to the pool, shirt and shorts over swimsuit, I secretly rolled the top of my suit down so that it… Continue reading


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The poet is back

April 10th, 2008 by Celeste

The poet is back. Haven’t seen him for awhile. He got here 2 hours early, having mistaken the time, but fortunately I was here and it worked. I was not ready though, and put him to work vacuuming. Told him I’d like to see him in a French maid’s outfit, but he said he would need a couple more years of me before he was ready for that. But he… Continue reading


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Transience

April 6th, 2008 by Celeste

The nights are the hardest. Sounds like a country western song.

Watching the sun set in a fabulous sky is my luxury – 5th floor condo facing west over city, water and mountains. A very mundane view of the city, but the sky is the star of this show.

Tonight I think of all the people for whom this sunset will be the last. Someday, some sunset will be my last. Makes… Continue reading


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