Discommbobulated

Long week. My workload can be demanding. Just like my needs. The cases keep building. Mirroring my much needed release. Him? Not around. Drink with friends as  I overindulge myself with some rare beef that soothed my tongue. Wanting it tonight. Food and sex go hand in hand. Both items tantalizes the part of the pleasure zone of the brain. Once home cracked open a bottle of Onslaught Cabernet. Tastes good. Delicious red liquid goes slowly down my throat. Mmmm. Dropped my torn up tight fitting jeans on the floor. Rolled down my lace pink panties until they gracefully enveloped my ankles. He is not here tonight. Landed on my comfy king sized bed face down. Checked my email. I love my big screened IPad. Ra9sed my hips as my fingers explored my wetness. Feeling a bit tipsy. Grinding slowly at first. Reminiscing about the naughty encounter. He tied my ankles. Safe word? Of course. Rubbing my pinkness faster. How it reminds me of how  hot and hard I came. So many spankings. I learned so much from Him. Liquid dripping on my palm. On my back now as my lips lift away from my comfort. Fingers deep inside. Being choked as the pulsating deliciousness rises. One more sip. The warm liquid coats my throats. Such good wine. My palette is satisfied.