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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.
5 years ago. October 26, 2019 at 6:12 AM

Long day. Of course in my line of work the twenty-four hour grind is always lengthy and never equals 9 to 5. That’s fine. Finally made it to my circle of friends  that share the same sentiments. Each one expresses the release in different manners. For me I write about my mental escapades.  My desires. The naughty cognitions. The unspoken needs. Selective here. Sometimes I give in. Other times I share in ink. Stretching now. Arching my body as I dig in deep. Laying my highlighted brown hair in the exact position I desire on my fluffy light blue pillowcase. I’m so thankful I paid extra for the fluff. Loving the way my freshly shampooed hair graciously presents itself on my crisp linen. Thinking about nothing now. Slowly lowering my hand to the refreshing feminine areas. Lingering on the most privateness. Feeeels wonderful. Stopping myself. Decided to stop so I could embellish this session with my strappy red blocked suede high heels. I really love how the suede straps embellish my feet. I raise them so I can ogle their sexiness while I place my fingers into the forbidden. Gyrating. Soooo good. Unleashing it fast tonight. It’s okay. I need it. 


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