
in Wanton Wednesday
I can now joined the ranks of true technology-geeks, I finally have a smartphone. I decided on an android-based phone, and while I’m not thrilled with AT&T (as anybody who follows me on Twitter knows) I couldn’t switch to Verizon or Sprint either, so my hands were tied and not in the good way.
One of the first things I did was download some fun camera apps, and snapped a few of these while at work one day. I’m still learning the android-ropes, finding good apps (suggestions are welcome!!!) and learning my phone (Samsung Captivate…do NOT get the HTC aria!)
These pics were taken using the very cool Retro Camera app.
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in random thoughts, real life
I’ve been spending a good bit of time lately on a couple of sexy forums/bulletin boards. (No, I’m not saying which ones, protecting my privacy a bit) Between posting and sharing pics (99% of them are ones you guys have seen, don’t worry) it’s been a big help to my feeling “flawed”. All your supportive comments kicked me out of my foxhole and I landed right in the thick of things. It’s also been a boost to my libido and writing creativity, so expect to see a few more fiction pieces soon. These places are wonderful for me to re-connect with my exhibitionist/voyeur roots and indulge my fetishes for those. Will I go so far as to get on cam or audio for a whole chat room to see? That’s still undecided.
I’ve started using my vibe again at work – but sadly, I cannot find my wooden dildo that I used to love to use in tandem. It’s here somewhere….in the clutter and piles…
So since the following pic got such good reception, I’ve decided to post it here too. I’m finding that there’s a lot more men who appreciate a woman of my size than I realized. Pity that most are not in my area, lol. Also a pity that the women I’m drooling over (who are returning the interest) are not in my area. It has reignited my absolute utter need to find a female sex partner. NEED.
Here I go again, being dangerous and bad. Don’t worry, you’ll hear all about it.
in random thoughts, real life
There’s this guy who works in my office, one row over, and I think he might have a little thing for me. I’m not sure just how young he is, he’s old enough to be working there permanently and at something one step up from entry level but he has a baby face.
My job went from being a relaxed administrative assistant to a grumpy clerk who basically does glorified data entry most of the day. Type up a list of numbers, then head back to the printer for all the sheets that the program printed out that I have to then merge with the correct invoices. So, I print a lot. Frequently. Sometimes large batches.
Sadly, I don’t have my own printer. At the back end of every other row is a printer. This guy doesn’t work in my aisle, he’s on the other side (our “adjoining wall” sides are a little over 5 feet high, the cube separating walls are a little over 4.5 feet high) but he uses the same printer as I do. It’s a given that most times, someone else’s stuff is mixed in with mine. For some reason he’s not real adept at finding his stuff, and I’ve got the method down pat and can flip through the stack in mere seconds. He’s taken to occasionally teasing me that I purposely print out a batch of shit right when he prints out one page. And even though I couldn’t possibly know, lol, we end up back there at the same time frequently.
When I walk by his row or he’s in mine, I catch him staring at me.
The other week, as he walked in the thru-way aisle that’s just in front of my cube, I stopped him.
“Hey M, did they put more toner in yet?”
He looked down at me over the shorter partition and fumbled for his words. Pretty much, no, they hadn’t.
Then I realized the view he just had.
Poor kid.
in real life
I need a muse.
I want to write smut and erotica but it’s just lurking back there in the recesses of my mind. It’s not coming out. Also a reason why there haven’t been any pics except for spontaneous camera-phone pics is because I can’t think up anything fresh and doable.
So, I’m hiring a muse.
What’s the pay? First look at what I write, input on it, first look at photos and helping to choose the versions I post if there’s more than 1 good one.
What’s the requirement? Someone who’s online daily and has creative thoughts. Oh and relatively familiar with my blog, what I’ve written, photos I’ve posted…..just so all your ideas aren’t repeats of what I’ve done.
Your incentive……
Taken while driving/in traffic on my way home from work one day after being teased…
Please list your level of desire, qualifications, etc below. If you are too shy to leave your application in the comments then by all means email me. And if you can’t find my email address…..then you shouldn’t be applying ;)
in erotica, fantasy, real life
I discovered not too long ago that if I’m on my knees on the floor behind my desk, most people that walk by won’t even see me. Not unless they stand at my counter or come around behind my desk to get something. If they do notice me I can use the pretense of untangling the cords under my desk.
Being down there allows me to shove one or both hands down inside pants and panties to spread my cunt and gyrate the vibe against my clit in just that right way so that I go crashing over the edge of orgasm.
It also dirties up my knees and sometimes musses my hair.
Out of the sheer blue a switch somewhere is flicked and he orders me to the restroom to insert my toys.
I was so shocked that I spoke out of turn. “Do you have any idea how much work I have to do today??”
“I’m sorry…… did I ask how much work you have? And who the fuck said I was going to let you come you presumptuous whore? Now go do it.”
Off I went but with no warm-up I was not wet. Lube is not something I usually need and so it is not in my naughty pouch at work. And that large wooden dildo is just not going in in my current state. I sat there in the corner stall and thought for a minute. The dildo went into my mouth where I provided enough lubrication to ease it inside of me. Bullet in place next. When I got back to my desk I had to make a conscious effort to sit down carefully, gingerly, with that 1″ of hard wooden dildo sticking out of my cunt.
Five times this whore was on the floor for her Master.
Five.
Count ‘em:
One
10:41 am marks the first orgasm. Preceded by nothing special, in fact we were both too busy for much of an exchange. Two minutes after he ordered me to turn the bullet on high I begged to come. On my knees, my hands shoved down my open jeans. Fingers prying apart my lips to expose my clit as much as possible. My forehead resting against the edge of my desk I feel the rush of tingles and the calm before the storm and then my cunt pulses and my body jerks a little.
Two
11:10 am marks the second orgasm. Preceded by a whole bunch of filthy words and degrading virtual submission before he orders me to come. Name calling and, were he in front of me, there would be a dark deviant glint in his eyes. I try to do it in my chair but I need the cover of privacy a bit. Down I slid with one hand shoving the hard dildo more firmly to my g-spot and the other gripping the bullet to the sweet spot. My chin resting on the edge of my desk this time as I allowed my eyes to flutter closed for 2 seconds as the rush washed over me.
Three
11:58 am marks the third orgasm. Again preceded by nothing special. Just a build-up of sensation overload and the desire to kick things over the edge. Sometimes a gal can only handle that climb for so long. I begged for this one again, to come before lunch rather than shutting the vibrator off entirely. While we parted ways during lunch hour I scurried off to the restroom to snap a requested photo for him. The moment he comes back he decides that I have it in me to give him four orgasms today. Vibrator back on.
Four
1:44 pm marks the fourth orgasm. Preceded by the hottest most erotic scenario anyone has ever painted for me before. While I crave a firm hand around my throat in the D/s dynamic, I’d never considered breath-play before. It is now in the list of “must do” with him. His words and commands pushed me over the edge this time but I still felt the need to continue tradition and be on my knees for him. Where I belonged.
Five
2:50 pm marks the fifth and final orgasm. Preceded by another breathplay fantasy which was preceded by a trip to the restroom to fuck myself hard with the dildo. I knew I needed his hands on my throat when I see him in reality, but this pushes that for me. This last fantasy and orgasm had my heart racing and I swear I nearly saw stars from the extremity of it all. Soon after he sent me off to the restroom to remove everything, but first I was to fuck myself with that dildo again. You’ll read about that side of it soon.



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