Grahhhhhhh… Work from 6:30 AM to 8:30 PM. That’s a long. ass. day. Plenty of time to day dream about warm bubble baths and frilly things I suppose.
The best night…
We went out to a very fancy dinner. I wore this too-short black dress with sheer sleeves and he wore a suit… And what a suit. He took me to this amazing place. Great food, great atmosphere! Good enough for seven past presidents anyway! We walked back to the car holding hands and left to return to our hotel room.
Upon returning, he told me to take off my dress. “Then have a seat on the bed. Okay, little one?” I smiled and followed obediently. He tied me to the bed, cuffed to each corner and smiled. Pulled up a chair, got a glass of water, and sat down and watched me. Just sat there, drinking, smiling in that suit. I couldn’t help but start to beg, just a little. He hushed me, put our new riding crop between my legs and turned on the tv. Who knows what was even on, I was too busy watching him. Just sitting there…
He turned off the tv and moved the chair to the foot of the bed and began rubbing my feet. He likes rubbing my feet, but I don’t let him enough. I suppose I had to then.
“Did you have a good night, little one?”
“What was your favorite part?”
“Getting all dressed up.”
He smiled. After he finished rubbing both feet, he calmly picked up the crop and began pacing around, smiling. I wiggled and flinched with every sudden move. I had already been pretty wet, but this was just…
He brought it down in all the right places… my breasts, my thighs, my cheek. Once he was done he pulled out our new friend, the hitachi. I hadn’t used it yet, he said he couldn’t leave me alone with that thing.
“You like these panties, don’t you?”
He ripped them off and turned on the wand.
JESUS. CHRIST. Maybe it was the wand. Maybe it was the circumstances. Maybe it was the fact that was was pinching my clit for maximum sensitivity, but jesus christ, that was so intense.
He came up to my mouth and let me suck him while I calmed down, then proceeded to make me come again. The he undid the cuffs and told me to struggle.
Lesson learned: my big strong man knows how to get what he wants.
JUST GOT BACK FROM VACATIOOON!
Ohmygosh, I had the best time! Boyfriend and I road-tripped to New Orleans and had a freaking blast! So, highlights…
- Road head
- Super sexy fantastical night to be explained in detail later
- Frenchman Street
- St. Patrick’s Day and Super Sunday
- Swamp Tour and ALLIGATORS EVERYWHERE OH MY GOD
- Tasty food
- So much drinking
- Bourbon Street (super douche-y)
- Too much drinking (didn’t get sick, but passed out at two very inconvenient times)
Overall, great time! Such a Spring Break Experience! Glad to be back, though, tumblr bunnies!
I’m feeling super giggly, but I don’t have any good giggly pictures to reblog! Note to self: like more happy pictures!
Super giggly, super chatty. Talk to me?
This process is completely surrounded with stress. Every time I decide to crack down and do some more research, I just end up with this knot in my stomach. I’m very excited to become Dr. Kink in the future, but jesus christ, I just get so nervous now.
I need a hug and reassurance.
For the past few months, my life has completely revolved around sex. Probably not the healthiest, but a selfish little girl is just insatiable sometimes.
In school, I look at my lessons as how they can be applied to sex. In my defense, I am taking a lot of sociology classes so as to work towards a doctorate studying the sociology of sex, so I kind of have to, right? Doesn’t help that a bunch of my film classes are looking at the critical application of cultural sexual norms in films, but at the point that I’ve found a way to link BDSM with media economics, I think I might have some problems. Well, maybe not problems in the traditional sense of the word…
Work is menial and pointless, a way to pay the bills. Therefore, I spend my time perusing the kinkverse of tumblr on my laptop, careful to minimize as people walk by. If I had a penny for every nasty fantasy I dreamed up while getting customers coffee, I’d have that pretty new butt plug by now.
I spend most of my free time with Boyfriend or watching TV. I’ve recently delved into Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the sexually frustrated golden boy (girl) of Joss Whedon. If you haven’t had at least one sex dream about Giles, you’re not watching the show correctly. Pardon my nerd…
And then Boyfriend… Last night he played with me while we watched Pi. Never really sexual, just rubbing my arms and back, but I still managed to start dripping. He had just washed the sheets and I got my mess on the bed.
We didn’t finish the movie.
My ass is so wonderfully sore from the caning, and all I can think about is seeing him tonight. That’s how its been; the days are just filler to separate nights. In my perfect reality, I’d just spend all day reading, studying, watching Buffy, primping myself to be perfect until Boyfriend comes home and my real day could begin. I’d be such a good pet… So happy.
Hmph. Time for work.
Sick little girl is sick and little. :( My throat hurts and my neck is in EXCRUCIATING pain and I have the sniffles and coughs and I’m all shaky and sleepy and complain and complain. I’m at work and I have to smile and get homework done, but all I want to do is be wrapped up in warm blankets and be taken care of.
EDIT: AND A BUBBLE BATH. I also want to take bubble bath until my whole body is one big raisin.
Dreaming of dark desires, as one could tell from my posts.
We’re driving to New Orleans for spring break. I hope there’s a lot of fun, a lot of kink, and a LOT of passion. I think that’s the kind of mood I’m in right now. Passionate. Fuck me, keep eye contact, share me because you want to see how I move with another. Please.
I like seeing what I do to boys. :)
Boyfriend and I were laying in bed. He was reading for a philosophy class, and I was watching Buffy with some headphones on (lulz, working reeeeal hard…). I was playing with his cock (habit? boredom?) and he got frustrated.
“I don’t remember anything I read from the past two pages.”
He climbed on top of me and fucked my face.
Now, see, what’s important about that is the last time he fucked my face, he was very, very drunk and I was very, very sober. This was a long time ago, before we got BDSMy. The next morning he felt awful, like he used me… well, against my will I suppose. So for him to do this… Whew. Big, big sexy step.
By the end, I had drool pooling on my check and neck. My face was sticky with spit and cum. My panties… Thank god I was wearing panties, or I would have been in big trouble for making Boyfriend’s sheets all messy.
It was very, very, very nice.
I think I came to realize it in it’s entirety though a very dirty dream I had last night.
I want to be tied up in a bar. A sex club, I imagine. Tied up and paraded around as the slut I am. I want to be fucked and used and watched by all those around me. I want it to be a messy affair. I want to follow that by the best shower I’ve ever taken, as I inspect the marks and bruises covering my body.
I wanna be a vampire slayer… :( Cute white dress, dusty pink coat, knee highs, and more bad assery than one girl can handle!
Hmph. I’d stake the shit out of the undead.
Looks loke yoga prepares me for Boyfriend in more ways than one.
but all I want is dicks all around me and a hitachi pressed to my swollen cunt. I wanna be a gooood girrrrrrl…
Boyfriend’s busy and has all the toys, so I’m left at my apartment with no helpers to get me off.
Somebody put a cock in my mouth.