Discommbobulated

As I comb my hair into a high ponytail, I reflect on the sexy wine pourer. The comyfy outdoor accommodations made my night and tired self to feel more than relaxed. I love my girlfriends. We know exactly what we need. Toasting to anything that’s cums up. Although I love this ritual, I wish I could divulge my innermost naughtiness. How I want to be controlled. Tied up gagged. Forced to take a Strong mans cock deep inside my longing throat. I play nice as we sip a Chardonnay, Rose, anything that makes my throat lust for more. Needing to wash the day off my face. One last sip of the Friday night party. I know what I need. Slowly rolling off my black panties. I need to cum. It’s fast tonight. My fingers deep deep inside. How I wish I could be instructed. To be told as I aggressively rub against my hand. My clit pulsates. Embarrassing privateness. Soaked. Gyrating my need against my palm. Soooo goood. If only to be controlled. 

As always I wash the day off my face. My night creamy cleanser always makes my face feel nice and subtle. I drew a bath tonight. I’m beat. First the left foot then the right. The wetness is hot tonight. Slowly allowing myself to endure the hot wet pain. Feels sooo good. I lay back. I’m so thankful I spent the extra chaching on this porcelain accommodation. Mid week luxury. Shaved. I spread my legs and enjoy the hot liquid pulsate against my private parts. Feels goood. Bucking my hips slowly at first. Rubbing sudsiness on my more that ample brown nipples. I get on all fours. Raising my round and wet Latina ass up above the warm wetness. Fingers inside. Gyrating against my hand. Omg! My tub is filling up. Grab ahold of sides of my porcelain while rubbing hard against my wetness. Feels wet. My climatic goodness satisfies my midweek need. 

Of course I should be rewarded for my long demanding  work week, why not? He is not here tonight. Cleaned my house, attended to the redundant routine that responsible women complete, and of course,splurged  on a few pieces of clothing. Still waiting for the UPS man to deliver my sexy laced bras. As always, it’s time to wash off the day. I love how the coolness of my Clinique cleanser feels as I gently rub the creaminess on my face. With purpose, I squirt a few drops on my full Latina lips. Alone tonight. The nights are getting colder, but not cold enough to sleep naked, not yet. Even so, I would still wear something made of lace, silk, something. Pulling back my crisp light blue sheets, I place myself on the edge of my king sized mattress. Although I’m tired, I know that my body needs attention. My jar of night cream awaits. I slide two fingers into my creamy ritual and rub the moisture on the high arches of my feet. My calves are begging for attention. Firmly I stroke the milky fluid on my calves and thighs. The tiresome routine makes me wet. Without hesitation I’m on my back. My fingers are gently toying with my warm, wet, intimate parts. My fingers slide slowly against my full peachy colored Latina lips as I slowly enter my wetness. My hips gyrate slowly against my hand. So delicious. Pinching my nipples, I explore my pussy until my fingers find that warm, wet, pulsating clit. Rubbing it harder, slowly, softly, harder, faster as my pelvis raises itself into blissful orgasm. I roll onto my stomach so I can enter myself harder. My ass is up and my legs are spread. It’s no longer a choice. I shove three fingers forcefully into my wet pulsating pussy. I’m cumming. So gooood. Humping my hand harder the warm liquid from my pussy saturates my hand. Mmmmmm. My heart is beating faster and faster. I know what is coming next. Such sweetness between my thighs, I finger myself faster so I can explode once more... my pussy is drenched and satisfied. 

My work week demanded my attention until the late hour. How I need to unwind. I took His calls as instructed despite my abusive labored schedule. I willingly locked my office door and took a naughty crotch pic to send Him. As instructed, I suggestively spread my legs while I pressed my round ass against the fifth floor thick and reinforced glass  window. I smile. Wondering if anyone is watching from across the way. My skirt is raised and I do as I’m told. He will be happy. The day continues as usual. So many cases, such demands. I love to be in control but it is exhausting! Although I know my place, I mentally demand myself to be released of my responsibilities. The day is over. My granite counter is attentive to my needs. He has placed wonderful foods and wine that satisfy my palate. As instructed, I undress. He is intentional when he picks out my evening attire. White panties and a pink silky T-shirt tonight. The silliness gently brushes my brown nipples and they harden. Mmmm. I eat as I’m told and drink until I feel my shoulders relax. His eyes instruct me to the bedroom so I can be fully nourished. I do as I’m told. I lay on my side on my firm yet soft king sized bed. It’s stripped. Just a sheet. He pulls aside my panties and exposes my most private wet part. His fingers slide inside me slowly then harder. He demands me not to move. He thrusts  his fingers inside until my pussy juices run onto the white sheet. The spanking comes hard tonight. It stings when his firm hand plants itself on my round ass. Harder please. Harder. His cock enters me as I lay on my side. He lifts my leg so he can go deeper. He demands me to tell him my utmost private sexual desires. I obey. Please Sir. Fuck me hard. Spank me harder.  Thrust every inch inside me. Violate my ass if needed. He fingers my ass until I scream for more. His hardness enters my ass slowly, gently, as he squeezes my asscheeks. I’m ready now. He takes every inch of his demanding cock into my tight ass. Fuck! He rolls me onto my stomach and fucks me hard. His fingers rub my clit while he enters my ass hard. I’m cumming, I’m dripping wet, he wants me to cum for him. He pulls out and lays his warm cum on my ass. He demands that cum again. I beg for another spanking so I can meet his demands. I’m blissfully wet and spent. 

So relentless. The punishment is reasonable yet I recoil. It beckons me every waking hour and even while I rest. The calling mirrors the craftiness of the financial collector. Creative. Relentless. He calls day after day until I am weakened. I pick up. He orders me to pay attention. Just like the demanding creditor who sets up the payment for what is owed, for what is needed, for what is agreed upon to settle the debt. He instructs me to brush my thick brown blonde highlighted hair into his favorite style. I love how my long locks brush against my mid back. I know he relishes the view of my hair as it gently hits my body. As I turn towards him, I accept the attire for our session. The painment is near. As agreed upon, I step into the black silky panties he has insisted I wear. Bare feet tonight. My pedicured feet are ready for his wantings. Tonight I’ll do whatever is needed to pay the bill. Chaching!  As I slowly dress into the not so tight pale blue shirt, I know tonight isn’t about the clothing. It’s about payment. He knows how hard I’ve worked today. I need to be checked. It’s very simple tonight but erotic too. I kneel for him. He unzips. My full Latina lips are wet and and ready. His cock is hard and my mouth is ready. Mmmmm. I love the taste,the hardness, will he go deeper in my throat? I’ll take it in. I’m ready. Thrust after thrust I know my place. My mouth is saturated with his cum. I suck hard as he has instructed. Fill my mouth. Glossen my lips! He grabs my face and forcefully yet respectfully puts me on all fours. The debt I’m ready to pay is near. He hits my ass hard with his firm hand. He gently takes my wetness apart with two fingers. Spanking my most private parts makes my hips gyrate. He demands I keep still. How can I? He walks around me as I submit to his position. Ohhhh my. A firm hard spanking with his favorite leather crop against the arch of my back. I moan. Wetness drips down my thighs. He sees me. He silently thrusts his cock inside me again. Should I moan? I can’t control this ride. I feel his hardness deep inside me, his balls slam against my ass. He slaps my my ass harder. I want more. I can take the painful pleasures. I know what comes next. He pulls my hair gently at first but when it’s time, he shakes his hot load into the arch of my back. One more two more hard swats across my ass. The debt is paid. 

So tired. Long work week. As I tidy up my demanding office, I still enjoy the decor I chose. Sweet hard light brown credenza filled with my most treasured reads. How I love the way each book stands at attention, each one lined up according to alphabetical order. Mmmm. I love how these inanimate objects fall wonderfully in place of control. The order makes me wet. Running late for my dinner date but he can wait. I can be a bit rebellious at times. In all honesty, I do it purposefully because I know in the end, I will be wonderfully punished for my naughty behavior. I dig my low heeled tan pumps into the more than  boring office carpet. I slow my pace. He can wait. I smile. I arrive. One last look in the mirror. I take my Estée Lauder lip gloss out and shake the peach liquid gently in my palm. The phallic shape makes my hand tremble. I gently stroke the warm wet peachy liquid across my full Latina lips. So wet and glossy. I hurry my pace as I enter the wine room. I innately know that I cannot continue my lateness. He will not tolerate such insubordination. Secretly it doesn’t matter to me because in the end, he will be pleased and so will I. He pours me a wonderful glass of Cabernet. I swallow exactly as he has instructed. It’s time to leave. We drive home in silence. My breathing is labored in anticipation of what I deserve and desire. Once inside, he firmly takes my highlighted locks in his hands and takes grip. His wonderfully mastered high ponytail let’s me know it’s time. My release is near.

This has been a long work day. Crisis after crisis. Boy do I need some sweet serenity. Pay day is always helpful. Left work early. Got my hair did..lol. Then sat my tired ass into a comfy chair so Tasha could tidy up my feet. She’s so precise at her craft. I love how she caresses my arches. As she meticulously takes her time to polish my toe nails. Goodness. She rubs my arches exactly how I need. I close my eyes and press the controls on the massage chair. She continues to rub. Feels sooo good. I begin to fantasize. I would love Tasha to direct me. To demand me to be obedient. My legs would be at her command. Tasha takes control as she always does every two weeks. I see it in her eyes. She plays bashful. Pretends not to speak my same language. She continues to caress my arches. My calves beckon for attention. I spread my legs slightly and she inches her firm small hands into my wetness. I moan as she explores the forbidden. My hips begin to rub against her wanting fingers. She knows my rhythm and graciously offers my desires. For a moment I indulge in my fantasy only to hear the sound of Tasha’s voice. Would you like a design? 

Hey there kinky people. It’s only hump day and half my work week feels like I’ve been ridden like a buck wild unfiltered dominate cowboy. Did I actually write that? Never will deny my writings so yes, I wrote that. This has been a stressful day. How I wish I was not responsible for the lives of others. It is what it is. I’ve made a choice now I have to either be good at it or mope. I’ve chosen the first. Doesn’t matter. All I think about is sweet release. To be vulnerable. To accept direction. To be secure with someone that knows his hierarchy. Most of all, to put me in that place of consensual submission. As I climb into my king sized bed, the cotton flowered sheets do exactly what I need. How they make my nipples hard at the slightest touch.  I start to read my naughty emails and my sexy writer has responded. I touch my most private area while I read. Mmmm he wants to see my hard nipples. I pinch them hard now. Not ready to divulge my other wet parts that he wants to see. I squeeze my legs tight. I know I need some release. I want to be sexually spanked, deprived of pleasure, held down tight. My hips begin to move against my wanting hand. I feel the wetness on my palm. My sexy emailer is very naughty tonight. As I read his thoughts, his desires, my pussy begins to release the pleasure. My breathing is less labored. I’m done for the night. 

My sexy emailer turned it up a notch. He eloquently wrote some very naughty responses to my To Be Continued blog. He cleverly wrote about the salesman commanding me to participate in some wild n wet sex acts with dildos and two delivery men that  were there to take my hideous piece of furniture away. He also had a hand in the servicing. As I read his sexually charged email, I wondered how it would be like to take my sexy emailer in my mouth. Mmmmmm. Such deliciousness! As I read each sexually driven word he sent, my pussy became wetter and wetter. Oh how my clit began to pulsate. But I did not succumb to my wetness. Not just yet. I fantasized about my sexy emailer commanding me to get on all fours. Obediently  I crawl to each of the mechanical cocks he laid on the floor. My nice shaved pussy slowly gyrating against each one that my sexy emailer allowed me to enjoy. How I wish I could share the email with anyone that is reading this but instead I’ll share how I masturbated  to my sexy emailers words. Imagining the two delivery men sharing their stiff cocks in my mouth, as I begged for my sexy emailers hardness in my pussy. I start to twist my hard brown nipples. My hand slides down my stomach gently at first. I hope my sexy emailer will read this. My fingers slowly push down my white cotton panties. As I read his email my hand firmly rubs my wetness between my thighs. My panties are down at my ankles. I turn onto my brown tan stomach and get on all fours. My fingers are deep inside my soaked pussy. My hips are gyrating wildly as I imagine my sexy emailers  naughtiness inside my tight ass. My hand is soaked. I’m climaxing as continue to buck firmly against my hand. I’m cumming hard! I moan one more time until my breathing slows. My pussy continues to squirt sweet honey. Thank you my sexy emailer for your kinky words. 

Long, long work week. By Thursday, I feel the stress of case after case weighing down  on my shoulders like a ten pound grey  cement cylinder. By Friday I feel lighter knowing that the the weekend welcomes my over stimulated brain, body, and whatever. I’m just too tired to add a third descriptor. I arrive home and execute the usual tasks. I begin to thumb through the mundane letters that The mailman leaves. His signature MO usually takes form via bills, junk mail, and an occasional letter that actually should have been delivered to someone unknown to my home. I drop my keys and purse onto my mirrored marbled entry way table. This is  really hideous. How could I have allowed myself to succumb to the rants of the more than excited salesman who raved over this piece of pretentious furniture? I suppose he took me  off guard. I’m generally the one in control. The little bastard took advantage of my over worked self and happily abused my Visa. Good for him!

I make my way to my bathroom sink. Such a normal environment. I slowly rub my Clinique cleanser on my face. I wash the day off my face.  Slowly but firmly. Looking in the mirror, I gently dip two fingers into  the jar of my night moisturizer and rub the creaminess across my face. Soooo good. I brush my brown highlighted hair and neatly place a tight ponytail high on my head. I love the tightness. Why does this nightly routine make me  so hot and wet? Of course I know. The phone rings and my best gal friend wants to chat over a glass of wine at the local wine spot. I agree.

To be continued....