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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.
2 years ago. January 1, 2022 at 10:36 AM

Happy New Year. Just got home after drinks with my gal friends. Thank God for my friend buzz, which always helps me with my writings. Resolutions? Nope. Never follow through. That’s ok, most of us don’t. Showered. Used a sugar scrub tonight. Loofah plus a scrub? Feels really good. Soaping up my body after, love how my Latina skin feels. Turned up the water to as hot as I could take it. Hurts at first but as I pull my shower head between my legs, the pain and pleasure makes my hips grind slowly on the wetness. Bringing myself into the New Year. Drenched. Wet. Soaked. Smiling. 


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