Skip to main content

Sex On A Page

 


I’ve been waiting for you to enjoy me all day. 

A lot has been on your mind and you couldn’t get home any faster. 

That red wine you poured will relax you just enough for me. 

The lights being as dim is leaving me more excited than you. 

Sit down in that plush chair and get nice and cozy. 


I’m comfortable being clutched in your hands in the air. 

Spread me to page 69. 

We’ve been together more times than you can count. 

Do we really need to establish an exposition? 

The only actions that’s rose so far lay beneath your pants. 

Let’s reach our climax together. 

I’ll turn over whenever you flip me. 

I should thank you for being gentle. 

We both know how delicate I can be. 

My creator didn’t put a time limit on me. 

We can go slow. 

Feel these words and let them season in your love gardens. 

I want to go deeper than your G-spot and straight to that Challenger’s Deep. 

Your warmth on me is making me sweat. 

Your clutch is tightening on me, 

your breathing is picking up. 

I know you’re enjoying me more than you thought. 

I end on page 74. 


Catch your breath. 

Don’t worry, I didn’t expect to be written in this manner. 

Have another sip of wine. 

Go ahead and take two. 

I know you have to rest from your day, 

and needed a release. 


There’s no shame in enjoying me every day. 

At all. 

My creator might make me longer than 5 pages next time. 


Be on the lookout for my next release! 


© 2024 Mia J


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Mia Years

  Measured in Mia Years, five months of celibacy feels like dog years — and I’m overdue for trouble. What is one forgotten night to five months but a blink of an eye? I wish I knew. I wish I could feel, I wish I could remember that last time. A whisper lost to the wind. I am a woman. A fully grown woman with needs, just like a lustful man who can’t control his. I can’t jump on the first good-looking man I see. What if he only wants my body and tosses me aside when he’s done? Except I want him for his body — and everything between his thighs. Am I wrong for being honest? Or just not him? Such a double-edged sword. My nails dig into his back while he squeezes the sheets. My walls grip him tighter than ever before. It’s not enough for him to know my desires — I want him to feel what went unappreciated for so long. My breath races like a 5k, sweat tracing my skin. Our lips tango while my toes curl, untouched — until he wraps them in his mouth. He drives deep like the big...

Naughty List Royalty

Twas the night before Christmas and Santa slid straight down my chimney He devoured my milk and cookies  and pulled out his Naughty List My name was on there first I straddled Santa’s sleigh  His North Pole slid inside my stocking He grabbed handfuls of my sugar plums He’s quite jolly and why wouldn’t he be?  The naughtiest girl of them all is now the golden star  on his Christmas tree He wanted to be like Rudolph’s red nose and follow him up and down While my back curved like a candy cane He likes his bells to be jingled  While he decks my walls with balls of fury He dreamt of a White Christmas anyway He sprays his eggnog all over my back I’m his Vixen now I belong to Santa, and I am a happy Ho, Ho, Ho!   I belong on his naughty list, and I can’t wait until next year!  © 2025 Mia J

Baby, Be Mine!

                                                                                                                                         Roses are red My coochie is pink I want you right now Please, stop making me think You don’t want me like I want you I’ll take you through there I’ll play no games with you By the time we’re done You’ll understand why violets are blue This is my love letter Short and sweet I want you in my bed tonight Please, stop making me wait!  © 2026 Mia J