I haven’t written anything in a while, real life has a way of changing your plans on a whim sometimes.
And you’ve got to just roll with it and deal with it all before some sort of relaxation can take place.
For me, though unable to write recently, I’ve been enjoying lurking, reading, edging.
Personal time and self care have gone by the wayside of late, but the excitment at what is going to happen in a few hours is palpable now.
Finally some time to make myself cum!!
And much as I am excited by the prospect, and trust me I am already excited, I’m also a bit ppffft about it.
Why would anyone be feeling like this at the thought of pleasuring oneself?
Well, its simply that I actually *need* to feel a mans hands roaming my body.
I *need* to feel his breath on my neck.
I *need* to I need his fingers inside me feeling how wet I am
I *need* a man to fuck my juicy wet pussy and fill me until he leaks from me.
I *need* to be physically fucked right now.