*waves*

If I wasn't sick as a dog with my monthly friend I might actually be horny. My nipples seem to have woken up and just laying on my stomach makes them tender... my mind wanders for a few fleeting seconds and then I am back into feeling like crap.

Real life, along with being sick has taken a big chunk out of my writing time. However I did take some time out to work on some writings for Sir, which is a good and bad thing... I haven't finished it and he wants me to... but I haven't really been in the mood while feeling like I do.

HNT

Hearing the music in words

Words get me going big time. The more vocal he is the hotter I get.

Why is a mystery, but even when he is quiet my mind is filling in the blanks with pure smut... but like I said, if he actually says it I go crazy. In essence I could also so the lack of the vocal whispers would be a punishment *smiles*

It can be simple things like just the orders to follow, how to undress... what to take off, when to spread my legs.. NO WIDER :)

Now, soft gruff whispers during the day really get my mind going and make for an interesting night. Its my foreplay.

My favorite time though is when the words in my head stop, my body needs nothing but release and its torture not to give in to the orgasm. Because then he has me, nothing in my head holding back. I tend to hold back a lot... but when he gains that power over me it is out of this world, with an out of this world orgasm to match it.

The nice lovey dovey stuff has its place as well, and I guess it is just nice to take a trip down both paths.

Smoothness at its max

Is there truly anything sweeter to the touch than a freshly taken care of pussy... smooth as a baby's butt lips... or feeling his hand lightly stroke the the skin that feels more than usual due to the hair being taken out of the picture. So much more feeling.

I wonder how it is for him when he first sucks the lips into his mouth... or runs his tongue up my slit till he attacks my waiting clit with his tongue and mouth.

There is nothing I love more!

I like the lips bare... he likes everything bare.

I personally think his hands travel much more when everything is so amazingly smooth and soft. I wonder if some of the same thoughts where going through his mind yesterday as he started his anal assault as I lay sleeping?

What is it about Anal? The next day when you can still feel it? Feeling used? Dirty and naughty facing the tasks of the day? Shouting out orders to your crew as you remember moaning and grabbing the covers as your being pounded and used, longing to feel him deeper into my ass and exploding in orgasm?

Thank you Sir can I have another?

HNT

People are strange creatures

Come here and see me... oops forget it

The past few days have been a roller coaster of working things out, and the realization that it takes longer than a few hours to work things out. Plus ya know...

We are working out and defining things? I get scared, run... hide... protect myself, and sometimes when tired my mind works overtime. In any case... we move forward.

What am I saying... If I feel unbalanced my world is shaken and I sometimes do things that I regret later... but yet I do not freak over the smallest of things either. Unfortunately the love of my life also has a little problem in the communication department so sometimes things get worse than they need to be. It has been a long long time since things where this out of whack between us.

However, my dear man decided to reclaim his ass this morning... literally. Though not with spankings, I think the only thing missing where the chants of "Remember, this ass is mine" because seriously... I need to hear it.

Woman in need of claiming :)

Contemplations

Taking a step back to assess the situation leads me to believe that I feel more naked being clothed which of course leads me to feel way to uncomfortable being naked.

Perhaps I am talking in to many riddles, or perhaps I am just trying to figure out who we are because things I knew to be true, are not quite as true as I thought.

I am this person who needs to feel secure, when I don't I run rampant, causing turmoil at every turn and acting out to hurt, to inflict feelings that have turned to stone. Test to see what is really there because I no longer trust certain truths I felt 100% sure of.

Its like coming out of hiding and then being sick to your stomach that you did, because now there is too much exposed to be used against you. It was so much easier pretending that you where someone else... safer.

I am confused