Gracie\'s Playground

seasons change
Tuesday April 17th 2007, 10:17 pm
Filed under: Grace

just this year, this spring i have realized how i am  a creature intuned with the seasons. my mind is a whirlpool of never ending desire to have as many men as i can. i have a longing that burns so much inside that it is never smothered. as men are programmed to roam the earth impregnating as many women as they can, i feel i am a woman that needs sex as much as a man can give it. perhaps it is my internal clock ticking, but i do not desire to mother a child. my only desire is to be as hedonistic as possible and give in to this primal need to just fuck.

i feel as if i have come out of hibernation and my eyes have only opened. my senses are heightened and my lust hunger is only growing by the day. just about every man i see is appealing to me and i can only wonder what his eyes would look like as they bore into mine along with his cock.  how many times could he fuck me before calling it quits? before i have to move on to the next willing candidate? can’t they just line up outside my bedroom door and satiate me?

a woman should never feel she is not getting enough fucking. something is wrong in this world when a woman suffers from the lack of cock in her life. i can completely understand a man’s griping of not getting his fulfilling share of pussy…but a woman? that is blasphemy in a sexual world.

my mind is on the prowl. just look in my eyes, it is not that deep beneath the surface. any witty man would clearly see a woman that needs to be filled, a woman that is insatiable and can be easily taken without a fight.

just look into my eyes, i dare you.


12 Comments so far
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beautifully said Grace. i can hear your shallow breath as you wait.

thank you naughty B.

Comment by Bad Bad Girl 04.18.07 @ 12:08 am

few things inhabit sadness within me more than the knowledge that such want goes unfulfilled and that somewhere, out there, a passionate and beautiful woman hungers for that which i would willingly give. i hope only that your buffet is being prepared and on its way to your table. damn slow, the waiters in this joint!

*smile*

yes…very slow.

*blink*

Comment by ArtfulDodger 04.18.07 @ 8:17 am

I dare.

mmmmm i know.

Comment by Daddy 04.18.07 @ 10:22 am

The eyes always tell the story.
No matter how much we’d like to mask what’s there…

The eyes always speak volumes; whether reaching out for a bit of fucking, or embracing the moment of meeting.

They are, our eyes, just two, of the many paragraphs we write upon the stories of our lives.

~~it is, Gracie, a pleasure to gaze into your eyes.

xx,Res.

Res, i like the way you write. it makes me smile.

Comment by res 04.18.07 @ 10:46 am

I can picture the line at your door now, a revolving door, no doubt. Constantly in motion and if a by-stander observes that door for too long, they would see it spin around and around again containing prospects for you to peruse and use.

OH YES Teacher! mmmmm.

*smile*

Comment by The Teacher 04.18.07 @ 12:35 pm

If the past few months have been hibernation, look out! The sexuality is going to be so intense! If my lust gets any worse, someone may get injured. 🙂

“a woman should never feel she is not getting enough fucking. something is wrong in this world when a woman suffers from the lack of cock in her life. i can completely understand a man’s griping of not getting his fulfilling share of pussy…but a woman? that is blasphemy in a sexual world.” All I can say to that is FUCKING AMEN! It’s a damn tragedy! hehe

hehe…already injured myself chris. *wink*

Comment by Chris 04.18.07 @ 5:57 pm

I can totally identify with that feeling: the coveting of exhausted satiation from eternally unquenched desire. I challenge you to find what you need.

oh you challenge me…damn you bunny!

yeah i am working on that. *wink*

i will fill you in later.

Comment by Bunny Lebowski 04.18.07 @ 7:32 pm

“Can’t they just line up outside my bedroom door and satiate me?”

I am looking forward to your next expansion-Gracie’s House of Satiety.

Dear One, if they look, they have been trained not to see. Those who do recognize the beast, may run. Others will want to tame you, or be devoured.

I tell every man who tries to fuck me (who has a woman) that he is upsetting the cosmic balance, by neglecting her. By watering, caressing and stroking his flower at home, he will cause a garden to bloom.

But, it doesn’t happen that way. Over and over.

you make perfect sense my dear.

Comment by Liras 04.19.07 @ 9:52 am

I get a tremendous thrill at the idea of seeing the effect register in your eyes as I enter your body. Delving into your eyes would be my pleasure and I agree with you completely on the blasphemy observation.

Still love the way you write babe!

Licks and sucks,

Awwww Py! i miss you. thank you for stopping by. i hope you are doing well. i know you are.

*smile*

Comment by pyrhonik 04.19.07 @ 10:42 pm

Oh I feel the season as well, my dear. I feel that need. I have been neglected and it’s time to be fulfilled.

i know my dear mina. being neglected should be a sin. to me it is a sin. shame on those men.

Comment by Mina 04.20.07 @ 8:33 am

That’s funny that you write about this. I just finished an entry very similar. We’re all creatures of the natural ebb and flow since our ancestors walked the earth. It’s simply ingrained in our DNA to mate this time of year. *grin*

mmmm i do like that thought. i can smell it in the air too.

Comment by Aine 04.22.07 @ 11:37 pm

you are one dark din of a girl.

…this is me waving my hands, saying: me, over here, yes please…

i would stand in line. and actually, i think that’s how i would prefer it right now: you being satiated by rounds upon rounds of cock.

for your pleasure, i will wait my turn.

you make me tingle on the inside with your words.

you don’t have to wait your turn, it is a matter of finding the right time. *wink*

Comment by The Provocateur 04.23.07 @ 5:57 pm


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