Layla

 

Layla was a cheerleader at our high school, she was a year older than me so we weren’t really close in high school. When I came home from college in West Virginia, my ex and I had recently split.. it was a very rough time in my life between drinking, drugs and putting myself into extremely sketchy scenarios.  I didn’t know how to cope with the break up from my first “love”, I turned to drugs and drinking to numb any pain I was feeling.

Layla had added me on Facebook and we started messaging back and forth until one night she had asked to come over, watch a movie and hang out. I quickly ran around the house straightening up when I heard a knock at the door, I slammed back my Jameson double shot. I opened the door to see this petite brunette who looked just as I had remembered from high school, she was wearing these soft, black leggings and a gray spaghetti strap tank top. Layla’s brown eyes pierced me as she smiled and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her tightly while lifting her off the ground and spinning around, kicking the door shut behind me with the heel of my foot. I set her down and kissed her forehead and mentioned that I have all of the movies in my room. We laid in bed for a while watching a movie but I wasn’t truly watching it, she was curled up under my arm and against my chest. I was running my fingers through her hair and was just watching her face relax, I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing her and seeing her in her entirety.  I was starting to fall asleep turning my day dreaming into actual dreaming when it was interrupted by her leaning up, to give me a peck on my cheek and said I’ll be right back.

I don’t know where she went or what she was doing but knowing I was getting sleepy and wouldn’t be able to stay up much longer, I quickly rolled over and took two  bumps of my cocaine from inside my nightstand hiding spot. The bedroom door opened back up and in she walked smiling, she began crawling up the end of the bed towards me.  I was starting to get nervous, not exactly knowing what to expect from all this.  She crawled up between my legs and kissed my lips gently before passionately kissing me.  She was the first person I had kissed since my breakup.

“Relax” She said to me in a whisper as she began moving down my body with small pecks.  I pushed her over so I was on top and in control, I kissed my way down every inch of her body, she let out a soft moan as I kissed her inner thighs.

“Don’t stop Cayla.” She said as I continued to with gentle kisses. I could feel myself tingling the louder she got, I pressed my tongue against her clit and she moaned while rocking her hips back into my mouth. I was in pure ecstasy and on another level, I hadn’t slept with anyone while on anything like that before. I wanted her to orgasm, I pushed my fingers inside of her.  I ran my tongue up and down her clit flickering and sucking on it entirely.

I couldn’t help myself.  Her hips were vibrating and she came really fast.  I looked up at her and smiled, she pulled me back up to her and we kissed with a gentle passion, melting back into the bed and snuggling back up enjoying the rest of our movie night.  I laid there wide awake and restless as she dosed off to sleep in my arms.

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I wish more than anything I had not used that night, I wish more than anything I hadn’t used at all. It is what it is and it is an important part of the story that made me who I am today.

 

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There was a post they put up today on Facebook that has changed a few thoughts/self awareness in me.  “Pro tip: think about the things you say online and to humans who you may think aren’t listening. Turn on more lights than you turn off. Listen more than you speak. And when you do talk, make sure you say it from your heart and not your ego.”

I am someone who tends to speak with my ego more often than not.  I am someone who turns the lights out rather than even trying to flip one back on.  I am someone with a short fuse and it seems to be getting shorter as the days go by, I need to re-evaluate myself and pay attention to the lights I’m not turning on.  I am someone that needs to step outside of myself and see what others are looking at.

It’s good to learn and grow and change, change is natural and it is necessary to become a better version of myself.   I need to work on being a good human to everyone again.

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Pot of Tacos

This has been a little work in progress for a while and it’s finally ready.  Back when I had first started this blog, we created a shirt that was the “Please Be Gay Bae” shirt.  Well we have the socks up now that are literally a pot of tacos at the end of a rainbow.

For those that need a little explanation, it’s often joked about that “Lesbians” LOVE “Tacos”…  I took that joke and ran with it, that’s how I like to try and look at everything in life.  Whether someone is making fun of you directly or making jokes about something that means a lot to you personally.  Laugh it off and create something from it, show them they can’t hurt you – only helping you become a better and more successful person.

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The link will be at the bottom of this page, you can get your own pair through the Rage On website!

Also if you’d like to see the mystery woman behind the design – she has a lot of neat products on her page!  darlyssadesigns.com 

 

Link for the socks: GET YOUR Pot of Tacos Socks

Tiff

The evening had already been filled with laughter and gossip, catching up on so much news I felt I had missed since the last time we were together. It was a simple evening just the two of us but we hadn’t stopped laughing and gossiping and of course the alcohol flowed as it always does allowing for more conversation to expand past just friends, we laughed and joked about girls, guys, our experiences and even sex toys. Standing in the kitchen I couldn’t help catching a moment as I looked at her, I felt as if I was looking at her with someone else’s eyes, seeing something different maybe. It was just in that split second, nothing more, but in that time I felt a little too turned on, or was it just all of that alcohol flowing through my body. Watching her in a way she laughed, her relaxed demeanor, she this radiant glow revealing the little wild spirit hidden deep inside her that I enjoyed to see.

I quietly watched as she reached in to the fridge to get a little more to drink, ensuring our glasses stayed topped up while our night continued. As she did, I found myself feeling a little more playful and without any thought I touched and I grabbed her arm to help balance her as she swung the fridge door shut. An innocent movement but in doing so and making that physical connection I felt a spark of excitement, like fireworks exploding in my chest. I’m still not sure why, but I did. Our bodies were close, as they had been most of that night, allowing us the intimacy to talk and chat and pour our drinks. I loved that I could smell the thousand kisses perfume she always wore, a perfume I only ever associated with her. I became more aware of the closeness but I found it suddenly more attractive and so extremely intimate. It was just a second, that’s all it took, a second in which I caught her eye, the talking stopped in that moment I found myself leaning in and kissing her soft, gentle lips. I didn’t hesitate or move, but found her kissing me back. Our lips at first testing the response before allowing so much more to happen. I closed my eyes and enjoyed that moment we were exploring together as we kissed with passion and appeal, neither of us pulling away.

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I hugged her in close to me and lifted her up onto the counter, her hand stretched out to the side of the fridge and knocking magnets off. We pulled away from that kiss and laughed, my hand rested on her jaw line as we looked into each other’s eyes. She smirked at me and leaned in for another kiss, content and comfortable; our kisses continued. Our hands moving around each other’s bodies and through each other’s hair. I pulled away from her and said “wait right here.” I ran to my bedroom because I wanted to try out a new toy I had just gotten. I came back and she grabbed my face, pulling me into her kiss.

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J III

“Meet the parents”

J and I used to place bets on football and the loser would have to do some random dare of the winners choosing. This one Sunday in particular J and I were going to dinner at my parents and she was going to meet them for the first time. Well her NFL team lost to my Steeler’s and she was going to be wearing vibrating panties to the dinner that night.

She was hesitant but stuck to her word and wore them. I decided to test them while sitting out front of the house, I leaned in to kiss her before getting out of the car and tapped the remote as we kissed, she bit down on my lip to the point I thought she was breaking my skin. Clearly they work and they work well, so as we walked in she was shaking my parents hands and in the midst of her saying “I’ve been so excited to meet you both!” I tapped the button. She jumped as if she had been electrocuted and I struggled holding back my laugh, she instantly turned her head towards me and stared me down with a not so pleasant look in her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and smirked at her while shooting her a wink. The night went on, we were sitting outback talking and I would randomly press the clicker in my pocket, she would adjust herself in her seat and squirm with each press of the button.

Once dinner was ready and we went inside, we all sat at the table and J was staring at me. I could tell something was wrong and honestly if looks could’ve killed I would’ve dropped dead right then and there, I lifted my hands up and showed her I wasn’t pressing it, I couldn’t figure out why she was mad until I scooted my chair in and realized I had been sitting on the button… oops.

We continued to eat and she excused herself to use the restroom, while she was away my parents were asking “is she okay, she doesn’t seem like she feels too well.” I just smiled and said yeah, she was just so excited to meet y’all, I think it’s just her nerves and she’s overwhelmed.  The second she turned into the hallway I pressed down and held the button down for almost 30 seconds. She came out of the bathroom and mouthed “enough” at me. By then I had had all of my fun, the conversation was turning serious and we were going to be leaving soon anyways.

So for the first time of meeting my parents, I’d have to say that it was pretty memorable.

I mean, check them out for yourself… They really work! LOL

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