Discommbobulated

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.