bah
i think i got more lavender baby oil in between my lips than i wanted to.
wanted to masturbate tonight; had some family drama instead. i hate that. maybe i can still rescue it, but i'm laughably low on weed. just hoarding a few flakes, almost time to lick the inside of the bag... still playing. teased my boy a bit this morning and got comed on. had sex twice on saturday :) the first time was great, but the second time made the first time look tame. not that it was especially kinky. i jumped around and did things without being asked or "made" to. and i think i like being an eager participant for a bit. it got alot of noise out of him, uh...relatively speaking. and a lot of mmmm bone crushing passion. (i think he's into me :) but its not like we didn't end up with one hand on my throat and one hand in my hair~ with me clawing at him and saying utterly ridiculous things like "i'm gonna die! it feels so goood!" and a new one, hithertofore (?) unspoken (i think) "hurt me. fuck me hard and hurt me make me scream!" or something to that effect. honestly, i don't want a bad miss and his cock bent badly and trying to play catheter,(oh jesus god take me to the hospital now please) or partway up my bleeding ass in one. horrible. stroke. or a punch in the nose, for that matter. or even a good hit to the cervex. you know that "ooo baby give it to me! !oof!" where your voice drops 5 octaves and you lunge away just a second too late. rolling and grabbing your gut cuz your ovaries got hit...no, not "real" pain. i just want him to start a fucking fire in my cunt from sawing back and forth so fast~ solidly thwacking my g-spot every time. nothing goes from pleasure into too much pleasure too fast into overwhelmed into ?pain...better than the g-spot. don't crush my clit, don't try to uproot my nipples (though you can pinch the ends pretty tight and make my orgasm wave break sooner) nonetheless, hurt me. hurt me good. we fucked the bed across the floor and up to the wall. we left it like that, totally skewed. if your not impressed, let me tell you its a cast iron 8 poster with lots of scrollwork and one-piece head and footboards (yes the 8 posts are hollow, it'd be absurd otherwise) so it was no pansy-ass fucking. and i was a bit sore for a couple days. yay.
wanted to masturbate tonight; had some family drama instead. i hate that. maybe i can still rescue it, but i'm laughably low on weed. just hoarding a few flakes, almost time to lick the inside of the bag... still playing. teased my boy a bit this morning and got comed on. had sex twice on saturday :) the first time was great, but the second time made the first time look tame. not that it was especially kinky. i jumped around and did things without being asked or "made" to. and i think i like being an eager participant for a bit. it got alot of noise out of him, uh...relatively speaking. and a lot of mmmm bone crushing passion. (i think he's into me :) but its not like we didn't end up with one hand on my throat and one hand in my hair~ with me clawing at him and saying utterly ridiculous things like "i'm gonna die! it feels so goood!" and a new one, hithertofore (?) unspoken (i think) "hurt me. fuck me hard and hurt me make me scream!" or something to that effect. honestly, i don't want a bad miss and his cock bent badly and trying to play catheter,(oh jesus god take me to the hospital now please) or partway up my bleeding ass in one. horrible. stroke. or a punch in the nose, for that matter. or even a good hit to the cervex. you know that "ooo baby give it to me! !oof!" where your voice drops 5 octaves and you lunge away just a second too late. rolling and grabbing your gut cuz your ovaries got hit...no, not "real" pain. i just want him to start a fucking fire in my cunt from sawing back and forth so fast~ solidly thwacking my g-spot every time. nothing goes from pleasure into too much pleasure too fast into overwhelmed into ?pain...better than the g-spot. don't crush my clit, don't try to uproot my nipples (though you can pinch the ends pretty tight and make my orgasm wave break sooner) nonetheless, hurt me. hurt me good. we fucked the bed across the floor and up to the wall. we left it like that, totally skewed. if your not impressed, let me tell you its a cast iron 8 poster with lots of scrollwork and one-piece head and footboards (yes the 8 posts are hollow, it'd be absurd otherwise) so it was no pansy-ass fucking. and i was a bit sore for a couple days. yay.