Been awhile. My keys stroke seems very unfamiliar but my fingers gravitate to the real. Feeling quite defiant. Getting Naughty as I blog my most sensual thoughts. Line of work is so demanding. Which makes my wantings to heighten. My desire is almost too much to control. Thoughts of pleasurable pain. Soooo good. Stroking myself. Soft spankings. Gyrations against my hand. Wishing for a firm hand. Jerk my hair. Mount me. Take control.
Happy New Year. Just got home after drinks with my gal friends. Thank God for my friend buzz, which always helps me with my writings. Resolutions? Nope. Never follow through. That’s ok, most of us don’t. Showered. Used a sugar scrub tonight. Loofah plus a scrub? Feels really good. Soaping up my body after, love how my Latina skin feels. Turned up the water to as hot as I could take it. Hurts at first but as I pull my shower head between my legs, the pain and pleasure makes my hips grind slowly on the wetness. Bringing myself into the New Year. Drenched. Wet. Soaked. Smiling.
Not sure how many more peeps are in the front line. Covid has drained me. Jab after jab then a booster? I think by now I could walk through an ER full of the next variant? Fuck this hysteria. Is anyone ready to breath again? Ready to unmask and go to the grocery store without feeling subjected to disease? =
Went to dinner tonight. Seated outside due to the Covid bullshit. To mask or not. Eating and sipping wine with friends. While we all shivered. My nipples were hard. Took a shot to warm up. Loved the warmth down my throat. Love hanging with my gals. Gossiped. Drank. Drank some more. Uber got me home. Dropped my ripped jeans off, tossed my tan colored jacket off and undid my lacy push up bra. Rubbed my full breasts before I raised my arms up and took off my silky dark brown shirt. Dropped my semi buzzed self on my leather couch. Surfed through channel after channel. Knowing I needed more. Gently rubbed myself while I pushed down my beige panties. Wetness starts. Raised my fingers to my mouth. Tastes sweet. Sucking my finger tips hard. Wetting them so I can circle my clit with the moistness. Moaning. Feeling my panties getting soaked. Cumming. Feels sooo good.
Could start off with Happy Halloween but that would mean that most individuals would dissect what those words meant. For me in the BDSM platform would be as follows: TRICK OR TREAT- trick would be treating my wetness to a really big Hershey’s kiss or an almond joy. Nevertheless took some time off from work. Shaved my mound, booked a pedi and enjoyed a more than welcomed body massage. Not sure if the masseuse felt the same way but fuck me running, felt incredibly sexual. Masturbated after. Home again. Made myself a wonderfully delicious red pasta sauce with fresh basil. Went down my throat smoothly following a glass of Cabernet. Climbing into bed. Unfolding my winter comfort her against my brown stiff Latina nipples. Night freaks.
Took a few days off from the respective work week. Spent time splurging on not so needed articles of clothing, but shoes are a must. Emotional weeks have gone by and I’ve not taken the time to do me, sexually. Not sure how other women do it but when I don’t take care of myself emotionally, mentally, physically, and/or sexually, my body gets really tense. Tonight, I put on black thigh high stocking, the ones that make me feel exceptionally slutty. Slid into black panties, the 50’s type that I’m sure leave it to beaver mom was wearing under her conservative brown skirt. Wiggled my full Latina breast into a 50’s style of bra, the one that looks very pointy. The one that only Madonna could pull off. Sprayed on my Mademoiselle CoCo channel perfume. Swallowed my favorite Cab and touched every part of myself. Felt wonderful. And of course my black high heels were left on. Shoes are a must. Heels. Such a turn on.
Read a plethora of bios tonight. You nasty and naughty pervs got me dripping. Still looking or maybe thinking about taking the next step . But you all got me so wet. I’m getting ready to venture out. Thank you for being so open. Thinking it’s time to allow myself explore this side of me.
Long week. So many tasks that demand my attention. Wishing that I was being instructed to complete various sexual acts. Visualizing a man that can take control. Trusting relationship that I seek makes me wet. Longing to be directed. Hard spankings. Choking me gently. Then going from forceful to gentle while my mouth opens up for your desire. Hair pulling is best. Needing to be controlled.
So cliche. Talking about my subject line. Had no other way to identify my topic tonight. So I will start with the normal boring opening: hey there it’s been a while since I have blogged, wrote, texted, subjected people to my naughty thought process via pounding my most nasty experiences on my keyboard. After a few encounters, some very sexy, although anti-climatic encounters,I came to the conclusion that I would post about my dry spell and initiate a convo about what to do in between the vanilla life experiences versus the forbidden. So I went on a date. Found it boring. It’s ok. Not his fault. Was eager to please. Not in the way I need . Desire. Expecting more can be a hard task. Can someone just be truthful and ask for the forbidden? Taboo? How wish I could be forthright and ask. Ummm hey there, I need a man to spank me hard, tell me what to do, while I beg to be dominated. How does one navigate this lifestyle? Feedback is greatly appreciated.
Hey all you shelter in-place BDSM people. Curiosity is killing my cat= pussy. How are all you naughty people quenching your sexual desires? Inquiry minds want to know. For those that know my most intimate parts of my life, I’m an essential worker. Whatever that means. The stress level is more than I can tolerate, which makes it difficult to focus on the important tasks. Fuck me running. Or just fuck me. Need to focus on my calling. Still wanting that hard spanking. For now, need to steer the course and hope for the best.