Discommbobulated

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.