Discommbobulated

As I comb my hair into a high ponytail, I reflect on the sexy wine pourer. The comyfy outdoor accommodations made my night and tired self to feel more than relaxed. I love my girlfriends. We know exactly what we need. Toasting to anything that’s cums up. Although I love this ritual, I wish I could divulge my innermost naughtiness. How I want to be controlled. Tied up gagged. Forced to take a Strong mans cock deep inside my longing throat. I play nice as we sip a Chardonnay, Rose, anything that makes my throat lust for more. Needing to wash the day off my face. One last sip of the Friday night party. I know what I need. Slowly rolling off my black panties. I need to cum. It’s fast tonight. My fingers deep deep inside. How I wish I could be instructed. To be told as I aggressively rub against my hand. My clit pulsates. Embarrassing privateness. Soaked. Gyrating my need against my palm. Soooo goood. If only to be controlled.