Discommbobulated

Long day. Redundant introduction about myself. Work. Demanding. Crisis after Crisis. The Apple that snuggly fits my wrist seems just as exhausted. The leather strap appears worn, tattered. My sentiments.  Tired of checking for electronic messages. Rather be in bed. In an elevator. Bar. Hanging over a hard, cold, countertop. Dinner with friends tonight. I secretly chuckle because I asked His permission. Am I really doing this? One glass of my favorite sultry wet liquid that always graces my palette with warmness. Loved how the Hamachi sashimi danced allover  my mouth stimulating every bud on my tongue. Soooo delicious. Hugs and kisses. Early night. Briskly scanned the mailman’s delivery. Unfastened my slightly torn jeans, tossed my over priced hot pink jacket onto my brown leather chair. Unzipped my heels. I love these shoes. Pink, pointed, four inch heels, with five thin straps. A sexy silver zipper graciously hugs the back of the shoe. Love the sexiness of this shoes’ craftsmanship. Wonder if the crafter is into the BDSM kink? Washed the day off my face. The usual routine. Nothing new. My index finger gently swirls around inside the coolness of my night cream. First across my cheeks.  Forehead. Rubbing slowly over my face. Squirting my Lancôme lip cream on my full Latina lips. Mmmmm. How I love this ritual. In bed now. He calls. Feeling a bit sexy now. He wants to chat. No. He wants a naughty cam encounter. I oblige. I open myself up. I do as I am instructed. Fingers deep. No foreplay. Rough tonight. My hips buck against my fingers. He wants me on all fours. Obedience is key. Exposed everything tonight. Rubbing for him. Moaning for him. Cumming for him. I have obeyed his instructions. He calls. Whispers sexiness. Chats about our day. I want to be excused. He is considerate of my needs. Goodnight.