Museum of Sex


July is my birthday month. I've finally gotten into the hang of celebrating myself the way I want. Last year was Hawaii, this year it was New York. It was cool, I guess, I really wasn't that thrilled to be honest. It was raining on my birthday which dampened my mood (you see what I did there lmao, I'm clever) and I just wanted to be elsewhere. So, I made the best out of it and found the Museum of Sex!!! Again, if you're following this blog this really shouldn't be a surprise. Last month I was in Miami visiting the WEAM (World Erotic Art Museum) and this month I'm in New York in a tity bounce house! Awesome! This museum was cool, it was more vintage items. It had art. It was about 4 stories of sex and art. The tity bounce house was amazing! I bounced around on some tits. Happy birthday to me! Hell yea! Anyways, again, another museum you should visit with your partner. I wasn't as aroused as I was in Miami but it was cool. I made a video and got some pictures. This needs to be experienced as well. Pretty interesting. I love my museum trips!



Perfect posture. 
Straight and strong. 
Firm to the touch. 
I like to stare. 
Stuck in awe. 
There’s power in his strength. 
The way knees bend and lips moisten. 
I find myself doing whatever to keep him standing. 
I crave his attention. 
Mouthing a language but not one that is heard. 
Circular motions. 
Teeth piercing the soft flesh as eyes close. 
Anything to keep him, present. 
Tracing lines inside. 
So much strength I hold between lips. 
With hands keeping rhythm. 
Hands and kisses, I finally hear words. 
Wanting nothing more than warmth spread across my face. 
I maintain steady pace despite firm grips against my neck. 
I wanna be ready to receive. 
To drink. 
To feel full as he empties. 
Covering every taste bud. 
Smiles given in appreciation. 
I love when salutatio

Written January 18,2016