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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.
4 years ago. July 4, 2019 at 9:36 AM

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. 


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