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i am sitting here with lidded eyes. horny as hell. i had to sit and think (used my blog) to figure out the last time i had a real cock inside of me. according to my blog…thursday night of last week. something is not right, but it is life getting in the way again.
over the past weekend, i purchased a short, red, pleated, plaid skirt. i wanted to cream my panties holding it in my hands. i went further down this road and purchased a tie. i am piecing together my costume for this year’s exotic erotic ball in san francisco. i need to purchases some slutty mary janes and a white button dress shirt and i will be ready for that night. i am so excited. hmmmmm what color panties to wear underneath? do i keep it innocent and wear white? pink? match the bra and wear black? seriously, tell me. hmmmm. hair in pig tails and E mentioned getting me a lolly pop to accent. i love when he is supportive in my naughty efforts.
*long breath out*
so i am going to take my tired self into the bedroom…
spread my legs…
fuck myself awake…
i am sore, always horny and i keep men on my brain. all of my gems glisten in their own light. each one i want to lick and bite. each one i would spread my legs for at any moment if given the opportunity. my lust is large enough for all of them. mmmm my mind cannot stop. addictions only grow as my panties get wetter.
as i always groan how one should never waste a good hard on, the same could be said about a wet cunt. it really is a waste of pussy to let it just be wet with no play, no cock, no fucking, no stuffing. one gem told me the other night that there should be places where you go to get slammed up against a wall a taken to get rid of that “hi, how are you” crap. i do love that thought. a place to just get railed and walk away satisfied. at least then i would be able to think straight at work.
i failed to put in a piece from the other night that had slipped my mind. i am laying on the bed thoroughly sore and happy. E lays above my head and wraps a scarf around my neck. as we stare at each other from this angle, he lowers down to kiss me as he chokes me. that little moment seemed so erotic to me. it was the right touch to that evening.
because i have tortured you enough with my tired rant. i will give you something to look at.
until my lust builds again. i leave you with *bites*.
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