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Bunches and bunches
2018-05-14 06:35:29 (UTC)

Crimson Cheeks

Every so often I wear my embarrassment, typically over my unrelenting sexual mind right there in both cheeks.


I cannot help myself. It is an aspect of myself I never fully outgrew. Certain men's chuckles color my cheeks or their probing stares. Many of my sexual partners have marveled over the modesty and the frankness of my manner and especially over the pink cheeks. I have no control of it, I just lose myself and wear it openly on my face. I can say the dirtiest of things with nary a flush but catch me unaware and I can scarcely swallow down the color. I suffer from modesty, I wish to point out that it is a malady, even when I can be positively brazen otherwise.

And this blush of desire and embarrassment at getting it found out so easily, it endears me to others. And I find it honest. I may blush furiously when caught in a double entendre but I will still snake my hand in your hair and pull your face down to mine, red cheeks be d*mned.

Recently Mr. Goodtimes made me blush. Which is just so strange. I am extremely saucy with him, and why not? He's mine. Why must even my Id sneak up on me so? Does even it like a ruddy cheek or two every now and then? I suppose everyone wants to be wanted in that way. To be desired so that color rises on the cheeks of the observer proving that they are a player not merely a spectator. And it is a complement of sorts not only to be desired but to be noticed and thought of sexually, it is fairly intoxicating. While I am abashed caught out like that, I am equally transfixed to find it so welcome in the object of my desires.

And yes, I am blushing now.




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