Discommbobulated

Winding down tonight with a few glasses of Cabernet. Work week spilled into Saturday like a unexpected flash flood. As I read each email that I’ve been sent on this kinky site, I’m enticed by one particularly sexy read. Mmmmm. The emailer sent me such a sexy note that his words caught me off guard. His writing enticed me. As I read each word that he wrote my panties began to feel moist. I reread and reread each word while I slowly rub my shaved pussy. How clever he is. My emailer wrote about my blog. My office masturbation session. He made me reminisce back to that day. But this time I was not alone. My emailer challenged my sexual fantasy that included the night janitor. My thoughts are running wild as I imagine my maintenance man forcefully pushing me face down across my big brown wooden  desk.  I hear his zipper being hurriedly pulled down. He doesn’t put himself in me. Not yet! One, two, then three of his fingers are pushing inside my more than welcoming wetness. Forcefully yet gently his thumb is in my ass. Fuck! I want to cum so bad. He gently bites my round ass cheeks. I’m begging now. Such a wise emailer. My demanding janitor hits my ass firmly. Harder I ask. Each spanking gets more intense and painfully accepted. My ass begins to sting from the pain. I moan  louder and louder. One last firm hand spanking. As I scream out in delicious pain  he enters me fast and hard. I take all of him. Harder harder. He grabs my brown highlighted locks as he thrusts in and out of my wanting pussy. He commands me to cum and I gush. I buck wildly against his hardness. He flips my me onto my back so I can see him cum. He spreads my legs so far apart I feel like I’m going to break. Pounding me hard he shoves  his warm liquid deep inside of me and I cum again.

Thank you for your email.

Took a sabbatical from my naughty blogging but like most BDSM individuals, I cannot resist a sexually insatiable written blog. So I shall share my wet and wild nasty thoughts via this site. As I slowly, then hurriedly, stroke each letter on my IPads keyboard, I know what I want to say, but do I really dare disclosing my most sexually driven desires? Well of course. Why not? Sipping on my second glass of this deliciously tasting red wetness the inevitable begins to rise. I comb through my brown highlighted locks and carefully tighten my ponytail with a dark black ribbon. Mmmm tighter. The air conditioner is low and I see the hardening of my nipples gently scratching against my long white tee. My baby blue laced panties match perfectly. And of course, my gold stripped tube socks, the 70’s ones that I love. So retro. I want to blog, but first I need to release all the pent up chaos of the day. He is not here. I’m up for the solo challenge. Pinching my brown hard nipples, I spread my legs and toss my IPad onto my brown leather sofa. My breathing becomes more labored. My hand inches it way down. Slowly rubbing my moistness at first. My hips begin to move faster as my fingers deepen over my Lacey panties. Mmmmmm. How I wish for a few spankings across my wetness. A strap. A crop. I get closer to the inevitable but I wait, just as if He was here. Telling me when. Watching me. Deliciously taking control while I submit. I buck harder against my hand. I’m ready. So sweet.

Long, long, work day. So many responsibilities. Emails, conference calls, meetings with clients, and other demanding tiresome work tasks. Exhausted. Needing that release that only the submissive minds can relate. As I answer every email,  converse with each client, and attend to the demanding workload, I mentally release myself. I reward myself at the end of the day. Sitting in my corner office with my window shades drawn, I pull my long brown highlighted hair into a messy ponytail. Nobody is her I tell myself. Just in case I close my office door. Lock in-place. I place my tired ass back into my office chair. I know that this is wrong according to office policy. I don’t care. I’m alone. Raising my skirt and tracing my high thigh stockings with my well manicured nails. Mmmmmm. How can such a simple task make me so aroused and wet? My mind takes me there. unwillingly? I can pretend. I love it when my mind creates the most nasty yet sexy fantasies. Whips? Yes. Tasteful orgasmic torture. Please more. As I bring myself to that delicious rhythm, I slow down for a moment. I need more torture. My brain pulsates as every thought entails sexually driven spankings. My thighs draw close, my hand is soaked. Spank me choke me, entice me into the forbidden. Feels soooo good. Spent. I slowly lower my skirt. Smiling as I feel the wetness on my panties. My work day has ended. 

Had too many glasses of vino tonight. I want to blog but my mind is telling me no. Omg R Kelly song came to mind. I wish he would have adhered to the laws. Ok completely off topic. Anywho. I continue to seek info on the BDSM lifestyle. I’m very appreciative of the kinksters on this site that share their most intimate secrets. Your stories have made me very wet and willing to indulge some yet tabooed experiences. Cuffs, retrained, leather, hard spankings. Such deliciousness. 

It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged about the BDSM kinky lifestyle. Needed to take a break because as we know life at times does not allow us to indulge into the forbidden, so I’ve been told. My most recent relationship has been open to my kinks. My first encounter allowed me to disclose my utmost kinky wants. I am not sure how others have transitioned into this lifestyle, actually I’ve grown to dislike the word lifestyle. For the sake of my blog (how cliche) yes I can be an uppty gal, lifestyle for me is the norm. Comprende? I hope you can understand that my powerful yet wanting undisciplined Latina side of me wants some direction? Anywho. It’s been a long demanding day. Client after client. Is there and end to this turmoil? At the end of the day after my palate has been gracefully been touched by various ocean victims, I relish for a moment. As I take each step to my room, I anticipate  what awaits me. Fantasy? Or reality? So tired yet wanting that naughtiness. Shredding off my day across my wooden floor, he waits. No direction as of yet. I know it’s coming. So tired. Shall I tell more? Of course.

Happy Fourth you naughty kinksters. I hope that your Holiday is filled with a healthy basket of of fruits, succulent BBQ, and all the delicious foods that tantalize your palettes. For me I tend to pass on the traditional July invites. For one I’m exhausted from my tedious work week. 2nd I like being alone. 3rd? Well I have no excuse. As I reluctantly yet graciously accept my good friends invite, I imagine that her celebration entertains more than a few hotdogs on the grill or the expectations of my taste buds rating her other friends potato salad. Fuck this is boring. Of course my BDSM fantasies always makes a vanilla picnic shall we say, most pleasurable. As I walk towards Mr.King BBQer, my panties become moist. Remember this is my fantasy. He offers me a taste of a long thick beefy link as I virginally bat my long dark lashes and say, “ it’s sooo hot” as I fill my mouth with his offerings. Of course now my fantasy is wide awake. I remind my self I’m still at a picnic. This is all in my sexually driven mind in case you have not figured it out. Anywho, I take a bite of the hot, pulsating BBQ,D tip. Mmmm sooo good. How I would love for my Master to fill my mouth with his firm link. I have no idea how this blog should end. A follow-up will cum soon. 

It’s been a few days since I’ve felt the BDSM motivation to blog. What has inspired me to write tonight? After work I looked at my overworked hands and aching feet. They need some attention tonight. Sorry for you foot fetishers. The type of attention I needed tonight did not involve my highly arched size 8” tanned feet being worshipped. Nor did it involve my sexual arches to be placed into some sexy leather stilettos while a foot fetisher rubbed hisself on my heel. I needed to be pampered. Way over due for a gel manicure and a lavender filled pedi. Although I know her name is not Selina, I let her ask me the usual questions. Gel nail? I do for you. You got boyfriend? Why you got no boyfriend? You so pretty. Only five dolla more for the private room. And yes bitch I want to be alone. It feels so good as this beautiful Asian gal rubs the lavender cream on my arches. Soooo goood. Thank you. For a moment I fantasize that Selina gently yet firmly raises my legs and wonderfully graces my feet with a leather crop of her choosing.  I moan and she states, “ feels good.”? If she only knew what I was thinking. She smiles. I close my eyes tighter as I enjoy every foot stroke she lavishes me with. Oh how I wish she would be a bit more forceful, firm, harder. She rinses my wonderfully pedicured feet with warm water. She takes delight in her handy work. Selina slowly places my gold strappy sandals on my feet. I take a moment to breath and I smile as I notice the moistness on my panties. She guides me slowly to the manicure table. She places my right hand into a nice sudsy warm bowl of water. I mentally beg for more. She will never know what I need. The wants I desire. For a moment I let myself fantasize about my sexually driven naughtiness. If only she would only tie my wrists. Instead tonight I will settle for the bright yellow polish and shiny gems she gracefully places on my nails. I’m temporarily satisfied. 

I battled my brain for many hours tonight. Should I blog or should I not? The four glasses of Cabernet said fuck it. Do it. As the last glass of bold red succulent liquid coated my throat I began touching my private parts. Yes. My pussy. My fingers know exactly where to go. Feels soooo good. My hips start to slowly press against my willing fingers. Such wetness. On all fours. Reaching touching. Mmmmm. Depriving myself. I know this will not last. As I open myself to the deliciousness my pussy unleashes warm waves of sweetness. I love this private moment. 

Arriving at my weekend destination with my crazy girlfriends. Landed in one piece. Fuck. The turbulence took this massive metal in the sky for some dips and scares. I hate flying! Focus on the end result they tell me. Yeah whatever. The hotel is too my likings. My gals wanted to share a suite, but I’ve done the college dorm crap and I’m way to snobby to divide a space with three other women. Sorry that’s who I am. I’ve grown up and I know what I want... As I dress for the night out, I slowly unpack my weekend attire. It’s hot tonight so I shall wear what I want. Not what he wants. Although I promised to be good, there is something wonderful about being indignant. The light blue  frayed and cut up cropped jeans will delight my cream colored laced frock. Should I wear a black tank or  a white one? Like always I choose black. It always makes me feel sensual. What would He say if he saw me wearing this get up? I’ll tell him when I’m ready. When he’s ready. I slide my arched pedicured feet into my four inch red bottom heels. The sexy foot attire that I save for special occasions, like tonight. Girly time. I enjoy how the thin leather straps tightly encompasses my ankles. Delicious. My girls are ready and so am I. If I could only share how ready I really am. The pain I endure. The pleasurable spankings I take while climaxing in pure painful joy. Would they still associate with me? I don’t care. One day I will tell my secrets. For now, I will enjoy my weekend with my crazy Latina gal friends. Flying high tonight.

Getting ready to set myself free. Exploring. I’m past that. Waiting. That too. Expecting? Yes. To be punished. Rewarded. Exactly. Succumbing to my own secret pleasures. He directs me. On my knees and ready for my first command. Loving the leather crop grazing slowly across my full Latina lips. I want to suck on His crop. I’ll obey tonight. Usually I’m disobedient seeking  my own desires, but tonight I’ll let myself release all control. I open my mouth as directed. My desire rises between my legs. Such wetness. I take his first drip in.Such delicious bliss. Thank you Sir. Can I have more? Set the pace. I’m here for you. Moaning as you pull my ponytail closer to you. Wet my full Hispanic lips with you’re  sweet hot nectar.  Tell me how you want it. Pull it out slowly and forcefully slide it in. Mmmm. Such sweet honey.  I obey tonight. Use me touch me. Spank me. I am yours.