i was granted a lovely headache after my very long work out.

what gets rid of gracie’s headaches? i will tell you:

1. a conversation with V

2. a vibrator

3. porn

equals: an orgasm

except V didn’t know that. *evil grin* sorry baby. was too busy trying to get off.

as a side note, i was thoroughly pissed off when i had to jump off the bed to grab new batteries for the dying vibrator. i guess i use that one a lot. *wink*

i haven’t had an orgasm in over a week and it hasn’t bothered me too much due to so much that is going on around me. but just now…right now…at this moment i am so fucking horny that i have to get off and right now.

just thinking about coming has me on the edge and now if you will forgive the shortness of this…i have a date with some fake cock and a vibrator along with the filthy images in my mind.

i cannot help but think of him as the big bad wolf. he is not a “bad boy”, there is something alluring to him. there is this aura about him that draws me like a magnet to him. when i see those big eyes, those snarling teeth and big hands, well, it is arousing. i would be a willing prey to his wishes and go without a fight or would he want a fight? does he like the challenge of succumbing his dinner? i would adorn myself in the red but red is far from innocent it is the color that a predator can sniff out miles away. the red is the glimpse to strike those eyes, dark red to ensure i mean business. i am so fixated on him, my wolf and i wonder if my body would crumble into a million orgasmic pieces if he were to lay those hands on me.

in my fantasy…i would.

before it was too late i realized i did not post yesterday. so much for that streak.

a lot has been going on that kept me from thinking my filthy thoughts till i start talking to “him”. we talk on the surface but it is enough to warm me. “too bad i can’t offer you something”, he teases. “that is nice of you, but with all that is happening i am not quite in that mood.”.

he sends me an email with a link and now this morning things begin to stir below as i am reintroduced with the ache i had been having before the weekend ended. words are so amazing especially when they fit so well in the mind.

(inspired by my SSA)

“If we cannot make babies, maybe we can make some time
Thoughts of pretty you and me, erotic city come alive
We can fuck until the dawn, making love til cherrys gone
Erotic city cant you see, thoughts of pretty you and me”

i ache and all i can think about is fucking. this song is stuck in my head. every time i fuck it only makes the need greater. a never ending hunger for an orgasm, that feeling of being filled, that intensity of two people pressed against each other.

“Everytime I comb my hair
Thoughts of you get in my eyes
You’re a sinner, I dont care
I just want your creamy thighs”

i am a sinner with creamy thighs. i love how i tense up under my soft flesh when i am touched and my muscles press against my skin. it lets me know that i am alive and feeling.

Prince has a way with words especially when it comes to sex. i think every time i hear this song i get wet. it doesn’t help when working out, but at least it keeps it interesting.