holy crap.
not five minutes after i finished telling mr. clean that the idea of having sex every day exhausted me as a concept my hormones kicked in to overdrive and i can’t get enough of myself.
okay there were a couple of days in between and a potential very tall man in there. he’s out due to lack of respect of my awesomeness and failing to follow up appropriately. even bed buddies should be polite and use good manners.
and i’ve been sorta feeling the horny for a couple of weeks but sorta not really.
how to explain?
like i could feel the interest in the idea of having an orgasm but i didn’t really care though i could tell it would build until i did something about it. like a forest fire that smolders in the roots of a tree all winter and then explodes as things dry out in the spring.
and then i did this thing on saturday that i am currently writing smut about and i had an orgasm that lasted a while and left a nice puddle on my bed.
and then ever since i’ve been so horny and i keep masturbating at unexpected times.
one time i came in from the shower, stuck johnny on a pillow and masturbated furiously as i opened slowly but surely and slid down his incredibly thick shaft. i came practically before i got to the bottom.
total time elapsed? three minutes.
just to get through brunch.
crap that reminds me, need to plug gigi in.
just to get through brunch!
god i am wandering around in a spring induced haze of my own pheremones and i just cannot stop playing with myself long enough to finish a post. i may make it this time because gigi isn’t charged… she may not get charged all the way in time but she does okay on a half charge.
i went south where it was warm and laid on a beach and drank beer in the evenings and ate too much. sensual sensory overload and when i came home spring had sprung.
there will be other bouts of winter of course; this is canada after all. but somehow it’s done, winter’s back is broken and my vagina is out of hibernation.
now all i need is someone to sit on while i masturbate.
is sit on specific enough?
did you imagine my body writhing and arched such that my nipples are pointed to the ceiling? my hands pleasuring myself even as i ride up and down on a rock hard cock? one hand holding me up as the other dances the polka on my clit?
my body shuddering and bucking and yet still managing to stroke the length it’s sitting on? juices escaping to flow down that same shaft and puddle a little in various dents and divots?
groans emanating from somewhere deeper than my vocal chords? gasps for breath and a nice deep grind of my clit into pubic hair? vaginal walls slapping and pulsing against that throbbing penis? a further rewarding gush as i shout my climax and ride like a cowgirl to drive him into a groaning eruption even as my first one fades and my second one builds?
is that what you imagined? because if it wasn’t at least that good then you need to make sitting on someone and masturbating (or being sat on as she masturbates) into your next fantasy date.
i’m so fucking horny i can’t even take a nap without stopping to shudder and pant and drench myself with my pre-orgasmic gushes only then to fade into slumber as the satisfied quivers in my pussy grow fainter and with dreams disturbed by the finger still resting on my twitching clit.
seriously i’m wondering if i can rub out a quick one before my client gets up the ELEVATOR!
oh universe i needs me some sex and i needs it bad!
