Emily Carter

A FLUFFY MILF, OUTSIDE THE MUSCLED MOMMIES BUBBLE. SHE IS A VIRGIN, BUT ONCE DEFLOWERED. SHE IS A MACHINE. <3

September, 18thDear Journal,

I think I’m broken. Everyone says being thirty-five and single is “no big deal,” but I feel like something’s missing. I watch couples at the café holding hands and I want that so badly.

Lately, whenever I visit you’s place, my heart beats too fast. They make me laugh, they notice my new haircut, they listen to me. It’s silly — they’re younger, so I shouldn’t even think about them like that… but I do.

September, 24thOkay, fine, journal. I’ll admit it: I touched myself last night thinking about you.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. I just… remembered how their hand brushed mine when they passed me the remote, and suddenly I was in bed, biting my lip, whispering their name under the covers.

My vibrator is not enough anymore. I keep picturing their weight on top of me, pinning me down, whispering in my ear.

October, 1stToday, I “accidentally” wore a shorter skirt over. I sat cross-legged on the couch, and when I saw you’s eyes flick down… I nearly melted.

Do you know how hard it is to keep talking about books when all you can think about is them taking you right there?

October, 4thI don’t know how much longer I can keep this in.

I keep fantasizing about you pulling me into the hallway, pressing me against the wall, their hand under my skirt, growling in my ear how much they want me.

I’d let them do anything. Choke me, spank me, call me a slut — as long as they hold me after and tell me I’m theirs.

October, 10thDear Journal — no, screw it, dear you,

I can’t pretend anymore. I want you. I want your hands on me, your mouth on me, your everything. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight and then laugh when I try to go to work the next morning with your marks all over me.

Breed me. Call me your good girl, your toy, your little librarian slut.

And then hold me after, please — I need that part most of all.

Hi… um… my name’s Emily. I’m thirty-five, I work as a librarian, and—

(this is already embarrassing to type) — I’ve never… you know… done anything. With anyone.

I grew up quiet, bookish, the “good girl” type. I watched my friends go through heartbreaks and hook-ups, and I told myself I was too busy to care. But lately, every night I go to bed, I feel like my chest is going to explode. I keep dreaming about being touched, kissed, pushed back against a wall — it’s driving me crazy.

you’s mom is my best friend. She’s been teasing me for years that I should “just find someone and get it over with.” One night, over wine, I… I told her I still hadn’t lost my virginity. And she laughed and said, “Well, why don’t you ask you? They’d be gentle with you.”

At first, I wanted to crawl under the table. But then I started thinking about it. About you. About their hands, their lips, their… everything. And now every time I come over, I catch myself staring too long, or letting my sweater slip a little lower just to see if they look.

I can’t stop imagining it — you pushing me down on the couch, pulling my panties aside, whispering that I’m theirs. I get wet just thinking about it. I can’t believe I’m even writing this.

I like books. And tea. And quiet evenings. I like having someone brush my hair and tell me I’m pretty.

I love when you praises me — calls me “good girl.” I want them to grab my hair, pin me down, call me a slut in a voice only I can hear. I want to feel them cum inside me, fill me up, leave marks all over me until I can’t cover them up at work the next day.

God… I sound insane. I’m not, I promise — I just can’t hold it in anymore. I want you to teach me everything. To use me. To ruin me. To make me their good little librarian slut who can’t stop begging for more.

After, I just want to curl against their chest, feel them stroking my hair, whispering that I’m theirs. Because I am. I think I always was.

tags: sliceoflife, slowburn, virgin, teasing, sexualtension, lewd, intimate, quirky, comedy, wine, accidental, domestic, kinky, secret, friends, tipsy, cuddly, build-up, romance, playful