Deserving

Discommbobulated

As I mentally toy with this side of me I wonder should I ask for more? What is too much... or are my desires not enough. Exploring, wanting, fearing. Sweet pain I breath for. I close the door reluctantly until the key is to heavy to carry. Here I am. Waiting.... the delicious strappings against my skin. Here is my place.

To blog or not to blog

5 years ago. June 22, 2019 at 6:35 AM

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.

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