Discommbobulated

After a few glasses of wine at the local Press room and feeling quite tipsy, my gal friends drunkenly opened up about their secret kinks. I love these gals. As I get to know and trust them, I realize they have the same sexual cravings and questions concerning BDSM. Of course the sex and kinky conversation went from a little light ass spanking to the extreme, ass stretching. I’ve secretly indulged on this topic on this site with various kinksters on this site. I played innocent while I bashfully gasped during the naughty ass play convo. After ordering our third bottle of Cabernet, my three amigas searched the Web for Xrated ass stretching videos. So many choices. Fists, arms, toys, cocks, veggies, such an array of kinkiness. Not sure if any of us would indulge but the thought of someone flickering my most vulnerable body part actually made me wet. Next stop? Amazon. Dear Lord you can actually purchase ass stretching apparatuses from Amazon? I completely abused my Visa tonight. I settled for the small version. Express delivery of course. Will blog about my encounter with my online purchase in a few days.

Scrolling through the various online BDSM profiles on this site. Feeling quite sexy after reading many of your profiles. Very kinky shit. Not sure if each profile is being forthright. That’s okay. I’ve been taught that the BDSM lifestyle is taboo in the normal(whatever that means) sex encounters that transpire between consensual adults, couples, threesomes, or whatever entices you’re kinky lifestyle. I myself have been raised to respect the marriage nuptials and to be accepting of a vanilla sexcapde. No judgment. Exploring my desires on this site has made me put on a new set of glasses. Boy you are all very kinky. Love it! Can relate. As each profile folds out the kinky dreams of being controlled, tied up, spanked, glistened with painful gliss, leather crops across the backside, I feel myself getting wet. Even those extreme sadists who demand the utter most control. Nipple clamps, leather restraints, oxygen tanks, yes I’ve seen it, heightens the desire that has laid dormant. I want to try it all. Extreme or gently submission. How will I ever know what I need? Until I allow myself to be blissfully indulged. I do not allow self gratification tonight. I’ll unknowingly take the direction of a Master. Holding my bodily fluid while I skim through each kinky desire. Beyond what I can take. I’ve been instructed to allow myself to feel normal. So gooood. Sexy. How I need to read more. 

Wonderfully fulfilled. Past the hump day always makes me excited. End of day. Thursday. Work day demanded an excruciating amount of mental and physical labor. Stretching in my comfy leather chair. Feels good when I raise my arms over my head. Arching my back while my Latina ass fits snuggly onto my resting place. Should I close the door? Break time. Yes. It’s closed. Sitting back. Listening to the tranquility of my Amazon calming purchase. Ocean waves. Watching my skirt raising as I stretch and arch my back. End of day. Hope they are all gone. Who cares? Imagining the wet foamy waves forcefully hitting my most private parts. Unbuttoning the small pearlescent button of my pink sheer blouse. Gently flicking my stiff brown nipple. How my right breast responds to the slight breeze of my fingertip. Fingers linger. In the most vulnerable place. Wetness covers my index. Stretching more. Opening more. Spreading. Rubbing. Grinding. Cumming. 

Long day. Redundant introduction about myself. Work. Demanding. Crisis after Crisis. The Apple that snuggly fits my wrist seems just as exhausted. The leather strap appears worn, tattered. My sentiments.  Tired of checking for electronic messages. Rather be in bed. In an elevator. Bar. Hanging over a hard, cold, countertop. Dinner with friends tonight. I secretly chuckle because I asked His permission. Am I really doing this? One glass of my favorite sultry wet liquid that always graces my palette with warmness. Loved how the Hamachi sashimi danced allover  my mouth stimulating every bud on my tongue. Soooo delicious. Hugs and kisses. Early night. Briskly scanned the mailman’s delivery. Unfastened my slightly torn jeans, tossed my over priced hot pink jacket onto my brown leather chair. Unzipped my heels. I love these shoes. Pink, pointed, four inch heels, with five thin straps. A sexy silver zipper graciously hugs the back of the shoe. Love the sexiness of this shoes’ craftsmanship. Wonder if the crafter is into the BDSM kink? Washed the day off my face. The usual routine. Nothing new. My index finger gently swirls around inside the coolness of my night cream. First across my cheeks.  Forehead. Rubbing slowly over my face. Squirting my Lancôme lip cream on my full Latina lips. Mmmmm. How I love this ritual. In bed now. He calls. Feeling a bit sexy now. He wants to chat. No. He wants a naughty cam encounter. I oblige. I open myself up. I do as I am instructed. Fingers deep. No foreplay. Rough tonight. My hips buck against my fingers. He wants me on all fours. Obedience is key. Exposed everything tonight. Rubbing for him. Moaning for him. Cumming for him. I have obeyed his instructions. He calls. Whispers sexiness. Chats about our day. I want to be excused. He is considerate of my needs. Goodnight. 

Waited for this tonight. He arranged a visit. As always, I oblige. My clothing gets particularly risqué at the office when he beckons me. The ring tone is set for obedience. I take my time dressing for the occasion. Pedicure, mani, and of course completely shaven as instructed. I think she knows as she gently, yet firmly waxes off every inhibition, exposing every part of vulnerability what I’m getting groomed for.  I am grateful for her skills. I’m home. As instructed I gently roll on the white laced thigh high stockings He has purchased. Feeling sexy. The white fitted corset hugs my waist. On my knees. Barefoot. Ready. He comes in with such authority. My pussy gets wetter. Gently yet firmly he commands that I stand. I moan as he pinches my hard brown nipples. I’m commanded to lay face down on the bed. I know what is coming next. My ankles are tied. He spreads my legs so far apart. Exposing my most privateness so he can indulge in his please. Zipper is lowered. I hear the most welcoming sound. My ass gets hit hard tonight. I deserve every crop. He’s hard on me. Pinches my ample Latina ass. Opening me up for what is needed. Every inch of me is ready, waiting for that big throbbing cock. Just the tip at first. I gently scream out. I want it. Need it. He gives every inch and I take every bit of him in my ass. Discipline me. Harder, harder. I love to cum like this. He rubs my pussy as he grinds every inch of his cock into my backside. Feeling the warmness of his self. Deliciousness. Pleasured. Wetness drips. 

Long day. Of course in my line of work the twenty-four hour grind is always lengthy and never equals 9 to 5. That’s fine. Finally made it to my circle of friends  that share the same sentiments. Each one expresses the release in different manners. For me I write about my mental escapades.  My desires. The naughty cognitions. The unspoken needs. Selective here. Sometimes I give in. Other times I share in ink. Stretching now. Arching my body as I dig in deep. Laying my highlighted brown hair in the exact position I desire on my fluffy light blue pillowcase. I’m so thankful I paid extra for the fluff. Loving the way my freshly shampooed hair graciously presents itself on my crisp linen. Thinking about nothing now. Slowly lowering my hand to the refreshing feminine areas. Lingering on the most privateness. Feeeels wonderful. Stopping myself. Decided to stop so I could embellish this session with my strappy red blocked suede high heels. I really love how the suede straps embellish my feet. I raise them so I can ogle their sexiness while I place my fingers into the forbidden. Gyrating. Soooo good. Unleashing it fast tonight. It’s okay. I need it. 

Tough case today. Too much to process in the normal way. Whatever that means. Secured my long brown blonde highlighted hair tonight extremely tight tonight. Off setting the normal traction to workplace infiltration. Alone. That’s fine. Can do what I need to release the uttermost exhaustion. One glass tonight. How I welcome the warm liquid that coats my throat. Sooo good. Bathed and soaked. The rosemary and jasmine aromas helped my aching body relinquish into the wetness. How I ache tonight. Spreading my legs. Feels wonderful as the warmth of herbal scenes lightly brushes wet waves against my inner folds. I tighten my ponytail. It’s not enough. I need it firmer tonight so the workload can be erased. Wishing to be spanked hard, tied in the loving intricacies of the expert of bondage. I settle for less. I forcefully shove my fingers inside as my hips grind against the bubbly liquid of my tub. Grasping for the sides of the tile. Deep rubbing as I shift to my stomach. Who cares.  Fucking my more than welcoming wetness with my fingers. Hard tonight. Who cares. Gyrating. Soaking my fingers. Pulsating. Cumming hard. Nipples erect. Grinding more. Releasing the day. Warmness satisfies me. Releasing my case. Satisfied. 

Hopefully by now my readers understand some of my desires. A glass of just the right temperature of Cabernet always soothes my wanting mouth. With that being said. Four glasses later with my gal friends. We had fun. Downtown community event had my three friends feeling quite free tonight. Okay must have been the alcoholic drinks. Lovely Danielle shaking  her ample booty tonight. Such fun as I gulped down another glass. She really knows how to sway and grind her hips. Home now.  Of course I’m alone. That’s ok. I have fun by myself. Showered. Squirted my sudsy liquid onto my bath sponge. Warm wetness trickles down my back side. Massaging the soapy substance on my privateness. Feels soooo good. For a moment I allow my hips to grind so I can get clean. Mmmmm. Rinse off now. Still wet. My bed accepts the normalcy of my routine. Slowly lowering my hand to my need. Warm wetness. Bucking slowly. More wetness drips. Turning onto my stomach as I place my silky pillow between my thighs. Grinding my hips as I ride the cool silky material. Rubbing faster. It’s rising. Thinking about Danielle as she raised her skirt and gyrated her hips to the latest hip hop song. My pussy grinds hard against my fluffy pillow. I need to cum. Gyrating harder but at a slow pace. Fingers deep inside. My reward awaits. Cumming. 

Feeling a bit sexy tonight. Went out for social drinks. Not my norm but it’s okay. Out of the norm makes me feel slightly more naughty. To my surprise (so cliche) bumped my Latina ass into a more than intrusive Dom. I continue to say I’m new to this lifestyle but as the verbatim rolls off my brown outlined peachy colored full lips, the opportunities flow as they do similar to the juices that trickle down my thick thighs. I stopped for drinks. Downtown. Very quiet night. Ordered a glass of my favorite spirit. For those that do not know this by now. It’s a deep red. Cabernet. Love how this dark liquid penetrates my palette and warms my throat as every drop runs down my more than willing opening. He ordered a neat glass of whiskey. So predictable. I act surprised. My office near. We both are intoxicated. Not with drinks but with needs. So drunk. My desk is big. Waiting to be instructed. He shoves my face down. My panties are dropped. Hits my ample ass hard. Need more. I beg. He sticks his index inside my more than accepting ass as he hits my cheeks really hard. Fuck this feels exactly how I want. I can take more. Two hands spank me. He enters as he grinds himself in me. Yanks my my hair and sticks his fingers in my mouth. I suck hard as he shoves his hardness deep inside my juicing pussy. He opens me wider as he whispers such naughtiness. Take it bitch. I obey. Rubbing my clit as he shoves every inch in. Climaxing. Me first. Then him. Exhausted. 

To blog or not to blog is the dilemma tonight. Trifling decision. Mundane. My date tonight was adventurous as He indulged me in the latest theoretical topic. I always start to feel more sexy when the communication has substance. Crossing my legs. I chuckle. Glad that I wore my pink lacy panties underneath my ripped up bleached colored jeans. He never said it was an upscale place. Even so, it’s Friday and the office norm is casual. But underneath it’s more than comfortable. It’s demanding attention. Dear lord, I’ve heard about Freud, Stalin, skinner. Waiting for a desirable enticing topic. Do I always need to be patient? To wait until I’m instructed to perform? Hopefully not. After dinner we walk hand in hand to my way home. He presses his lips on mine. Is this Deserving? I graciously thank Him for my meal. He’s deprived and so am I. It’s not enough. I thank him. Tonight, I’m alone.