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myredbike: When she’s away I think about her every minute of every waking hour. I have no proof but I’m convinced I also do so in my sleep. I miss the sound of her voice. I try to replay something she said in my head. It never quite works because
myredbike: His power over her She couldn’t wait to see him again. Whether he was gone for hours or days, it was always too long. But she did like missing him. It made the longing she had for him that much more intense, the need for him so much more
myredbike: Ask me Ask me what I would do to have your smile warm my heart during those times when life is just about surviving. Ask me what I would give to feel your hand on my cheek when comfort is so badly needed. Ask me what I would trade to hear
myredbike: Take her because she’s yours Men and women are equal. No doubt about that. But there are times when a man needs be the man. Not some watered down pussy version of himself. That’s not how nature intended it. Take charge. Take control.
One of my favorite tumblr writers makes his long awaited return to the Library this week. Please welcome back… myredbike: Let me tell you a little story. A story about a woman who liked to read. Not spy novels or romantic literature. Not books
Call Me This piece would make for a wonderful reading in an audio post. It’s practically screaming, “READ ME!” Just saying. Returning to the Library dais, please welcome back a Library and personal favorite. This is… myredbike:
Feral Sexy. Sultry. Scintillating. Steamy. Sensual. Sensuous. Seductive. Salacious. Dirty. Stepping back onto the Library dais, please welcome… myredbike: She had trouble breathing. Her grip on the leg of the bed started to slip, both from the
myredbike: Be a man She’s a strong woman. Maybe she’s running a family of four or a company of four thousand. She deals with meal times, homework and crappy employees. Life throws all kinds of challenges in her way on a daily basis. She chews and
myredbike: Those three words “Are you pleased,” she asked looking up at him with messy hair and watery eyes. “I’m extremely pleased,” he replied. “Did I do what you expected of me,” she continued while licking some of his cum from her lips
myredbike: Taste my kiss My lips have a pull on yours whether you like it or not. You can’t help but stare at them. You see how they move when I talk. You watch as my mouth opens and closes. You might not want to admit it but you are addicted to what
myredbike: Forever your protection Slide your tired body against mine and rest your weary head on my chest. Let me wrap my arms around you. Nothing will happen while I’m here to protect you. No one can reach you or touch you. You’re safe when you’re
myredbike: Powerful yet vulnerable Your heart is the most valuable thing you possess. It is capable of achieving more for you and drive you further in life than your mind ever could. It’s stronger and tougher than any other part of your body. It contains
myredbike: “Give it to me,” she said, teasing him with that dirty sparkle in her eye. “Do you think you know how to?” It was almost as if she were taunting him, challenging him. He knew what she was doing. It was plain as day. And yet, every
myredbike: And on the back it says: Kiss her the way she wants it * Pinch her ass in inappropriate locations * Surprise her in the shower * Make her cum with your mouth * Bend her over when she least expects it * Rub her clit with the head of your cock
myredbike: Comfort without wordsI know life can get rough sometimes. There are days when the end of the tunnel seems as black as the darkest of nights with no light anywhere in sight. Nothing goes as planned and every stumbling step forward results in
myredbike: Naughty or nice? What’s your pleasure tonight? Do you want to keep it relaxed, slow and sexy? Let my tongue explore all around your neck, past your collarbone and over your shoulders while I whisper into your ear where I want to touch you
myredbike: This one is for sending me dirty messages when I’m at work. This one is for not wearing panties to dinner. This one is for cumming when you knew you weren’t allowed to. This one is for letting cum drip out of your mouth. This one is for
myredbike: Inappropriate thoughts “I’m having a really nice time,” she said smiling from across the table. “So am I,” he replied returning her smile before putting another bite into his mouth. How I want to rip your bra open
myredbike: Mr (Mostly) Nice Guy People like nice guys. Those who are polite and considerate, caring and helping out when possible. Men who are thoughtful, understanding and reliable. I think I fit those criteria most of the time. I try consciously to
myredbike: Secret Rendezvous He reached for her face with both hands and pulled it up to his. The lust from the night before still burned in his eyes. He pressed his lips against hers for one final kiss. Her mouth was as eager as his, their bodies quickl
myredbike: Do you like to watch? Come in and don’t talk. Take off your coat and your shoes. Slip off your top and your skirt. But leave on your underwear. Then sit on that chair with your legs slightly apart. Put your hands on the armrests and wait.
myredbike: Every morningIt was still early on a random spring day. The sun had barely made its way into their room. Her peaceful body rested next to him the way it had so many times before. She lay on her front, her face hidden by a sea of unruly hair.
myredbike: The Kiss Every second seemed to last for hours. His heart was pounding in his chest with shivers running up and down his spine in anxious anticipation. It felt like his body was about to give in on him and he could pass out right then and
myredbike: That’s all she has to do. She looks at me and I melt away like a damn popsicle in the summer sun. It’s a foregone conclusion. Almost like one of nature’s laws. High tide and low tide. Night and day. She looks and I melt. I could try
myredbike: There is no middle ground. Absolutely none. When it comes to me and her there is only one acceptable situation and that is me and her only. Not her, me and another man. Not me, her and another woman. Not us and a whole bunch of other people.
myredbike: You realize what’s coming now, don’t you? You know what you’ve done. You understand what I have to do in response. I have no other choice. You asked for it. You provoked me. You pushed me. Now you’ll have to accept the consequences.
myredbike: Are you seriously still carrying on? It appears that I didn’t get my point across clearly enough earlier. It seems that you need to be told more directly. You need to be shown more directly to be exact. I don’t know if this is some kind
myredbike: She stirred. Restless. Her sleep had been disturbed by something. Not by a noise or by movement. Something was here not giving her peace in the middle of the night. She had been dragged from her dreams back into reality. Her brain was foggy
myredbike: They both had needs. Wild, unfilled, dirty needs. They tried to satisfy them the way they knew they should. But ultimately they realized they only could with each other. There were things they couldn’t talk to anyone about. There were acts
myredbike: Let me put my arms around you. Not because I need something to hold on to when I enter you from behind. Not because I love the feel of your skin on mine. Not because I enjoy exploring your body with my hands. All of them apply but none of
myredbike: He looked up at the walls staring back at him ominously. Tall with a rough surface and wildly overgrown with vines and thorns they looked impregnable. It was difficult to see what they were defending. He kept looking, walking around that barri
myredbike: Those three words. So simple. So basic. So powerful. Individually they don’t mean that much. But put them together and they can provoke reactions and emotions like not many other things. Say them to a child and you can set it on the way
myredbike: Was it a twist of fate? Was it just meant to be? I don’t think there really is a way of knowing for sure. I do have to admit that my brain, which tends to get pulled more toward the logical side, does want to believe in the existence of
myredbike: Was it as bad for her as it was for him? Did she miss him when he was not around as much as he constantly longed for her? Did she think about what he said to her just like he remembered every single word she told him? Did she wish she could
myredbike: “You do realize this thing might not end well, don’t you?” she asked him. Staring into the distance he knew exactly what she was talking about. It had been a battle to get to this point. A fight filled with compromises and set backs.
myredbike: I cannot be without her. I try to convince myself sometimes that I can. I run scenarios through my head in which she is not around. I imagine what life would be like if that were the case. Would coffee have the same delicious aroma? Would
myredbike: I want her. Not because she knows how to move her ass or because her breasts look a certain way. I want her because of how she makes me feel. It’s not about those days when I’m in a good mood. Anyone can make me feel good on those days,
myredbike: Sit on my face. Please. I beg you. I don’t want you to do anything else. All I need is to taste you. I ache for those beautiful, oozing lips above my face. Waiting for me to touch them with my tongue. Your clit slightly pulsing with the
myredbike: I want to lick you. I want to eat you. I want my tongue inside you. I want you to rub your lips over mine. I want you to drip your juices on my tongue. I want you to cum into my mouth. I want you to squirt all over my face. I want your mouth
myredbike: I will do anything if it will turn you on. I don’t care what it is. If it’s slow missionary on a quiet Sunday morning, slapping your ass until your cheeks resemble a ripe tomato or kissing you passionately after you’ve made me cum with
myredbike: I can see it in her eyes when she looks at me. She tells me just with the smile on her face. She lets me know with the things she does for me and to me. And she does it every single day without fail. On the good days and on the challenging
myredbike: “You shouldn’t have bothered coming up today, sun,” he said to himself, “it makes no difference to me whatsoever.” Birds chirping in full voice outside just seemed distracting and annoying right now. An unfinished cup of cold coffee
myredbike: Wait for me. I’m on my way. Don’t you dare touch yourself. I want the benefit of all that pent up frustration. Don’t give in now. You’ve waited so long. I seemed like an easy task at the start. How difficult could it be not to cum
myredbike: I often see her like this. No, not while she’s doing it in front of me and I’m hard and drooling from all sorts of places watching it. That’s the obvious one. I see this when I least expect it and in the strangest of places and situations.
myredbike: She provokes and challenges me. She makes me think and reevaluate things. She is loyal and protective. A complete and kind soul who always gives first. She worries too much because she cares so much. Usually about others rather than herself.
myredbike: Spread those legs! I need to be between them. I need to smell you. I need to taste you. I need to eat you. It’s been a while. It’s been too long. I have the urge badly. More than usual it seems. Just the thought of tasting you again is
myredbike: This is why we meet. It’s not for friendship. It’s not for conversation. It’s not for comfort or for love. We do it for one reason and one reason only. You know it and I know it. We meet to take care of our urges. We meet to satisfy
myredbike: “She liked it rough and she liked it dirty but what she loved was being held gently afterwards.” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike: I need too much. I ask for too much. I want too much. I expect too much. I care too much. Because I love much too much. Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike: “I love fucking you, he groaned as he slammed hard into her. She didn’t reply but the teeth buried forcefully into his shoulder told him she felt the same way.” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike:“Life’s problems don’t seem quite as daunting after you’ve had your hair pulled while running your tongue over the lips of a sweet pussy.” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike: “You can eat all the candy and cakes in the world but nothing tastes as sweet as forbidden fruit!” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike: “Only two things mattered to her that night - a good drop of Merlot on her red lips and a hard cock between her pink ones.” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike:“Make me cum, she whispered into his ear and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike: “My pussy hurts and my clit is sore, she said. It was the best compliment she had ever given me.” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike: “Kiss me for the first time and I promise you will want to do it until your lips bleed.” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
myredbike: “You can spit. You can gargle. You can wash out your mouth with kerosene. You can try anything and everything but you will never get the taste of my kiss out of your mouth.” Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind
