Jennifer Huffman
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I am a happily married mother of 3. I love to write, sing, spend time with my family, craft along with a number of other things.
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My Sir
They had planned it, a tryst, a risky one at that. He had never pushed her this far outside her comfort zone. They had dabbled with wicked fetishes, dove into the kinky life now and then. This, though, was much different. This was far beyond simple hair pulling and light ass smacking. This was new, exciting ground for them both. When they had their usual before scene discussion, he did not expect this suggestion to come from her. They had both been wanting to move deeper in to a BDSM lifestyle and had been taking it slow…until now. This was it. This was the night that he would assume control. He knew she enjoyed to struggle during rough sessions. She loved to feel how much stronger than her he was. He also knew, even after tonight, that some days she was going continue to brat because that is who she is. He enjoyed the thought of the training and punishment that would take place. She was going to be hard to break but it was going to be well worth the effort. They had the apartment to themselves for the night, so any screaming she did wouldn’t matter. An hour before, he had told her he would be back and not to wait up. She had questioned him and he simply told her he had a couple errands to run. He now sat in wait outside their bedroom window. He wore black jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, work boots, black leather gloves and a ski mask folded up until he needed it. Before he had left the apartment he had unlocked their bedroom window to make sure he had quick entry. Aside from lightning blue eyes, he blended in to the darkness of the night against the building. There would be no holding back.
By Jennifer Huffman5 years ago in Filthy
Our Story
My love for you is so strong that when we kiss the ground spins beneath my feet, when your hand brushes mine I shiver, when you play with my hair or say my name I tremble. The love that pulses through my veins for you is so powerful that when we make love everything else disappears. I love you so much it is sometimes painful.
By Jennifer Huffman5 years ago in Poets
Forget
Perfection doesn't exist but in our own minds. We do not know this until we run out of time. Very few understand my problems and very few are willing to help. Very few decide they care and very few know what I want. Every day I wonder what it will be like? Will she still be in bed or will she just bite off my head? Never outspoken, I speak out for the first time. She slaps me hard and I feel the sting. I'm the little bitch she never wanted. I'm the little bitch that caused all the problems. I'm the little bitch she had to care for. I'm the little bitch that is me.
By Jennifer Huffman5 years ago in Poets
The Unexpected
Anguish and anxiety over my body. As weak as it already is, I'm surprised I'm still standing. Voices I hear, though distant and far, they penetrate every little scar. This corrupt world knows nothing of my pain. They know nothing of the heartache that makes me feel as though I've gone insane. No one knows of the tears that I've cried, of the lies that I've lied.
By Jennifer Huffman5 years ago in Poets
