May 312009
 
Confessional: There's an Exhibitionist on Route 76

Today is the last day of National Masturbation Month. I hope you made the month note-worthy! I sure did. All in all it was a crappy weekend filled with familial obligations that involved a shit-ton of driving. My time was divided between being in a decidedly irritating environment to an, albeit equally irritating, quiet and contemplative environment (my god does this state have more than it’s fair share of idiotic asshole drivers). I tend to do a lot of thinking and daydreaming and such when I’m driving for long periods alone. When I was still doing jewelry design it was a time period when I would think up the most designs. Handy, right? I’m driving, my memory is crap and so I have to wait until I get home or can pull over to sketch out designs….frequently I’d forget half of the brilliant ideas. To combat boredom today, in hours 9-12 of driving (hours 1-9

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May 282009
 

I’m sitting at my desk right, I’m at work. For some reason inspiration struck and my creative and perverted mind has been spinning the scenarios of upcoming parts to my latest erotica series……I’ve been trying to concentrate on work for the past 3 hours but sex keeps pushing it’s way in like a neon sign. And so my cunt has been on a slow simmer until I started writing at 4pm, when a good portion of the office leaves for the day. Work for 5 minutes. Write for 5 minutes. Sit there in a seeming fugue while my mind is stuck on what it would feel like to have my fingers inside her right now and her nipple trapped between my teeth. It’s now 4:20. 90% of the office is gone by 4:30, well more like 4:25 because these fuckers sneak out early. I am waiting impatiently and checking my little sideview mirror as I

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Apr 072009
 

It seems that my dominant side is never the most prevalent. But when it does come out to play….I feel ruthless. Bitch extraordinaire. I have not had any experience dominating a woman be it in person or virtually, but I’ve already discussed (here and with others) my desire to do so. I also must point out that I’ve never been much of a fan of the humiliation aspect of D/s, either receiving or doling out. Something more sinister, however, has popped up inside of me lately and I am finding myself aroused by the strangest things. A few weeks ago, at a meeting at work for our new unit assignments, the group was asked to do the school-classroom bullshit of “stand up and tell us about yourself”. Let it be known that I hate this. I am not comfortable speaking in front of people, even in such a casual setting. So I felt for this

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Jan 182009
 
Confessional: Oral Fixation

It’s all about what I can do with my mouth. And lips. And tongue. The need starts before anything else, before I even meet the person. When they arouse me, my mind first and foremost craves a kiss. As flirtation and seduction continue, even though I might crave a whole host of sexual things, when my desire is at its deepest my need to make-out with that person is nearly overwhelming. Even in dreams this is evident. For some reason my sexual dreams never include actual penetration. I rarely remember what anyone’s hands were doing or what they felt like. It’s just the kissing. One last thought on the kissing aspect – how a person kisses is a make-or-break for me. If they can never get beyond soft, gentle and tame…yawn. Loose and sloppy….blech. Worse are the guys whose style is akin to a retarded lizard. They just open their mouths wide, the only thing

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Jan 112009
 
Confessional: Zero to Sub in 3 seconds flat

When it is done correctly as I am being kissed and therefore not aware of it until it happens, the effect is obvious. A moan and a whimper, my knees might buckle a bit, and the jolt of arousal is so swift and sharp that the breath is nearly knocked out of me…

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Aug 242008
 
Confessional: Cock Tease

The best pleasure comes from denial of said pleasure. Drag it out. Make him wait. With dangerous eyes and a smirk of teasing mischief, I drag one palm down his chest. Like a homing missile, my fingertips deftly locate the solid head of his cock which is trapped in his jeans and pointing at such an awkward angle….poor thing. Some circular rubbing to tease through fabric before I abandon it for the buttons and zipper. His cock springs forward after its long-awaited release, already glistening with pre-come. With my hand wrapped around his cock I rub the semen over the tip, a momentary feel of lubrication on dry skin. I run my hand lightly from the base, up the underside, skit over the head, back down the topside. Repeat. Watch his cock dance and his body twitch in anticipation. My hand goes lower to grip the base firmly and I let just the tip of

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