If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

Sitting at my console, sipping my coffee, looking out into the darkness .  Contemplating future plans…. I know that I can now see myself moving from here. 

never let anyone EVER let anyone extinguish your fire.  Never again. 

have a great morning my kinky peeps 

GIOOD FUCKIN MORNING ALL YOU KINKY PEEPS! Time to set shit on fire!  🔥 

Love ya all xoxo

why are women called chicks?……

is it because we lay eggs

OR

OR

that we love cock?!?! 

She’s sits bound in blue ropes. Her eyes covered in silk.  

Music plays. Her head tilts to a somewhat familiar sound. “Click click”. 

The scent fills the air, she whimpers as her pussy drips.  

He watches her, sitting so proud, hands clasped and tied to her thighs so beautifully in candle light.

He puts the cigarette between his lips. The Bic ignites and the flames makes the paper glow. He inhales.  

The blue grey smoke curls, dancing in the flickering candle light. He takes a long draw, exhales away from her,  

she perks up more when she hears him approach her head moving around as if she was able to see where he was through the silk. 

He brushes the back of his fingers along her cheek. She presses into his hand. He smiles silently. 

She felt her heart leap when his hand brushed her face, the lingering scent of fuel and grease danced along her senses. 

He took another drag, exhaled slowly, allowing time to press his thumb to her lips, she eagerly opens her mouth biting softly on his thumb 

She held his thumb between her teeth, her tongue swirling the calloused skin as if were the tip of a cock.

He growled deeply, she smiled. He pulled his thumb away, she was about to protest. He quieted with a tisking  of his tongue. 

She loved to taste his skin. And began to pout when he pulled away, but the stern “tsk” caused her to pause the protest. 

He leaned down to her face hovering at her lips.  He inhaled her scent of multiple cums and her body wash.  His mustache brushed her lips. 

She sat up and giggled as the mustache tickle her nose and lips

He smiled cupping her chin tipping her face slightly up and covered her mouth with his, and with a hunger deeply kissed her. 

A deep moan passed her lips as she tasted the cigarette kiss, his tongue prodding her mouth, sucking her tongue.  She felt warmth spread in her cunt.  She tasted him. His life his being. The scent of cigarettes.  

He held the back of her head keeping her steady as he mouth fucked her with his tongue, she wiggled slowly side to side. Mmmm he knew she was  soaked 

He pulled her into his chest, her forehead resting on his chest. She pressed her face into his soft worn leather vest, inhaling and sighing deeply.  

A cigarettes kiss, and the warmth of worn leather.

Ropes are the extension of you my Master. I am your Muse, dance your art across my flesh. 

With your skilled hands work the lines, lashing them at my ankles, thighs, waist and chest.  Cinching them tight, drawing breath from my lungs, feel me quiver.

You place your hand to my chest, my rabbit's heart beating wildly.  Lean to my ear “you are mine” you whisper. My body settles. 

 Your rugged hands move lightly across my flesh, melting to a tender touch. I ache for your ropes, your marks. 

Pull me in , bind me, own me, claim me as yours.

A little update on my physical journey.  Down another pant size   Scale has not changed weight at all .  Legs are powering up   Chest is ever so perky and I got a dump truck ass!   

Straddle your lap, arms around your neck fingers clasped

 your strong hands squeeze my round ass.

Low growl rumbles from your throat.

Soft grin as I lean in.

A sweet sweet kiss shared

Bite your lip

Fingers grip my thighs, pulling me back

looking over my shoulder as I turn

Grinning as I  walk away 

It is/was/still/ not sure my day 2 of my 3 off. I went and took a nap. I woke and the room was dark. I looked around and then glanced at my phone, 10:45. Ok was it 10:45pm or am? What time did I lay down, and WHAT DAY DID I LAY DOWN.

I laid there a bit longer. Is it 10:45 am Friday of 10:45pm Thursday? Thought about the last thing I did. Cooked a steak for dinner- Thursday night. Ok now we are getting somewhere. Went to take a nap at 8:30pm. OK getting closer. Did I sleep all through the night to 10:45 am Friday? Or did I sleep all the way to 10:45am Saturday? If I had, then holy shit. 

My phone was of no help- I need to switch it to 24-hour time. How do I know if it is day or night? First i could have gotten up looked outside. I was not to that point yet, the bed was warm and cozy and Hades was not letting me move. 

I  opened my phone to my emails, ahh the last email came in at 10pm, Most definitely it is still Thursday, and I had not slept the night and day away. 

Note to self- change the clock to 24-hr time.  

That was one hell of a nap. 

This is the energy I need, I need this power to claim me, the desires to do as told   This is what fires me.