The Chronic Masturbation Syndrome: What do you use?
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If you only knew....
... the significance of it. You see, it was only an hour before that I was out in my forest in the moonlight, glass of wine, incredible music on the headphones... This is true... and ever since I have been thinking about.... Jung called it our "collective consciousness"... I don't want to get carried away and have it seen as anything less, or more, than the sexy, erotic encounter than it was, but to me there was a synchronistic blip.... and just what I needed.
but on such a deep level...... Roman, you know my allusion to "two" other fantasies? That was close.....
... the significance of it. You see, it was only an hour before that I was out in my forest in the moonlight, glass of wine, incredible music on the headphones... This is true... and ever since I have been thinking about.... Jung called it our "collective consciousness"... I don't want to get carried away and have it seen as anything less, or more, than the sexy, erotic encounter than it was, but to me there was a synchronistic blip.... and just what I needed.
but on such a deep level...... Roman, you know my allusion to "two" other fantasies? That was close.....
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Waking up in the moonlight...
It is 4:00 AM and again I awaken.... The first thing I notice is how bright the room is, the bedsheets in particular. It is only one day past the full moon and the light is still intense, maybe more so. The air is clearer since the storm of the past night... It is almost too bright to fall back to sleep. The head of our bed is directly under the window and I roll over on my belly to look out. Raising up on my elbows, my face, neck and chest are illuminated in the glow. I look down to see my breasts accentuated by being pushed against the pillow, my hair even golder across my shoulders and falling on the sheets...
My mind drifts off to erotic thoughts, as it so frequently does these days.. Rolling onto my back, I pull the covers off and let the moonlight wash over my exposed body. My knees fall open, a small pillow on either side to prop them up. I see my breasts as large and as round and as full as the moon above me... my hands massaging and kneading them, nipples stiffening at my touch...
I think of the fantasies that have moved through my mind, realized and unrealized of the last several weeks...
I remember the scene at the pool, the dressing room, the meeting at the hotel, stripping in the room for his pleasure... Wanting, aching, needing so much... Yet not even one of those scenarios played out to completion...
My hands now moving over my entire body in unison, stroking my thighs and hips, just the right amount of light and shadow so that I can see everything I am doing to myself...
I envision the forest encounter of the other night... Being fucked like an animal from behind with his enormous, unsheathed member... I remember the incredible feeling when I read how that beautiful, masculine beast "howled" as his orgasm took him in fits and thrusts...
And I thought about masturbating in the shower the other morning, vocalizing like I had never done before in solo session and how the more I spoke and uttered, the louder and more theatrical it became, and in turn the more it fueled the passion...
One hand pinching my nipple now, the other working between my thighs, slowly rubbing over my entire cunt, spreading the stickiness over my pubic hair... bringing thick droplets to my liips, using the wetness like a creamy lipstick, circling, then sucking my fingertips. My left hand leaving my tit, drops to my pussy again, twirling and tangling the hair, pulling my lips even further apart...
I think back to earlier this evening and how good it felt when my husband licked and fingered my asshole so deeply... How it felt when he jerked his cock off on my cheeks and thighs and how warm the cum felt shooting all over my back...
My fingertip now directly working only on my clit, a sharp and almost painful stimulation, and then more juice, longer but faster strokes. I feel myself rising, back arching... looking down to see, holding back my orgasm just to relish the sight...
I envision my head between the thighs of a beautiful woman, pleasuring her, hearing her moan... My tongue imitating the action, darting in and out of my mouth, licking the air...
I let my orgasm erupt now, waves of ecstasy crashing through my mind and body... All these visions spinning at once and together...
My hand embraced by my strong, shuddering thigh muscles... Body and mind and breath returning to normal and I think to myself...
If my biggest problem in life is not being able to sleep because the moonlight is too bright, may I always know this sweet agony...
It is 4:00 AM and again I awaken.... The first thing I notice is how bright the room is, the bedsheets in particular. It is only one day past the full moon and the light is still intense, maybe more so. The air is clearer since the storm of the past night... It is almost too bright to fall back to sleep. The head of our bed is directly under the window and I roll over on my belly to look out. Raising up on my elbows, my face, neck and chest are illuminated in the glow. I look down to see my breasts accentuated by being pushed against the pillow, my hair even golder across my shoulders and falling on the sheets...
My mind drifts off to erotic thoughts, as it so frequently does these days.. Rolling onto my back, I pull the covers off and let the moonlight wash over my exposed body. My knees fall open, a small pillow on either side to prop them up. I see my breasts as large and as round and as full as the moon above me... my hands massaging and kneading them, nipples stiffening at my touch...
I think of the fantasies that have moved through my mind, realized and unrealized of the last several weeks...
I remember the scene at the pool, the dressing room, the meeting at the hotel, stripping in the room for his pleasure... Wanting, aching, needing so much... Yet not even one of those scenarios played out to completion...
My hands now moving over my entire body in unison, stroking my thighs and hips, just the right amount of light and shadow so that I can see everything I am doing to myself...
I envision the forest encounter of the other night... Being fucked like an animal from behind with his enormous, unsheathed member... I remember the incredible feeling when I read how that beautiful, masculine beast "howled" as his orgasm took him in fits and thrusts...
And I thought about masturbating in the shower the other morning, vocalizing like I had never done before in solo session and how the more I spoke and uttered, the louder and more theatrical it became, and in turn the more it fueled the passion...
One hand pinching my nipple now, the other working between my thighs, slowly rubbing over my entire cunt, spreading the stickiness over my pubic hair... bringing thick droplets to my liips, using the wetness like a creamy lipstick, circling, then sucking my fingertips. My left hand leaving my tit, drops to my pussy again, twirling and tangling the hair, pulling my lips even further apart...
I think back to earlier this evening and how good it felt when my husband licked and fingered my asshole so deeply... How it felt when he jerked his cock off on my cheeks and thighs and how warm the cum felt shooting all over my back...
My fingertip now directly working only on my clit, a sharp and almost painful stimulation, and then more juice, longer but faster strokes. I feel myself rising, back arching... looking down to see, holding back my orgasm just to relish the sight...
I envision my head between the thighs of a beautiful woman, pleasuring her, hearing her moan... My tongue imitating the action, darting in and out of my mouth, licking the air...
I let my orgasm erupt now, waves of ecstasy crashing through my mind and body... All these visions spinning at once and together...
My hand embraced by my strong, shuddering thigh muscles... Body and mind and breath returning to normal and I think to myself...
If my biggest problem in life is not being able to sleep because the moonlight is too bright, may I always know this sweet agony...
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Image~
as always I am awed by your beautiful sensuality. What a lucky man your husband is. I do hope he realizes and appreciates that about you.
Thank you for once again so eloquently expressing the feelings I think so many of us have after our time here.
as always I am awed by your beautiful sensuality. What a lucky man your husband is. I do hope he realizes and appreciates that about you.
Thank you for once again so eloquently expressing the feelings I think so many of us have after our time here.
Re: If you only knew....
Well, I'm always happy to be of service, Image...and I don't mind admitting that our exchange was quite inspirational in the shower the next morning...
Just goes to show that there are more things connecting everyone than we shall ever ken...!
Roman
Image said:... the significance of it. You see, it was only an hour before that I was out in my forest in the moonlight, glass of wine, incredible music on the headphones... This is true... and ever since I have been thinking about.... Jung called it our "collective consciousness"... I don't want to get carried away and have it seen as anything less, or more, than the sexy, erotic encounter than it was, but to me there was a synchronistic blip.... and just what I needed.
Well, I'm always happy to be of service, Image...and I don't mind admitting that our exchange was quite inspirational in the shower the next morning...
Just goes to show that there are more things connecting everyone than we shall ever ken...!
Roman
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Well, it's kind of funny that you mention it... you see he doesn't appreciate that aspect of me at all.... why do you think I put it all out here in public view? (aside of course from my extreme exhibitionist tendenciesMstrskey said:Image~
as always I am awed by your beautiful sensuality. What a lucky man your husband is. I do hope he realizes and appreciates that about you.
Thank you for once again so eloquently expressing the feelings I think so many of us have after our time here.
Unfortunately, words are but ashes compared to the fire that is life.... but I take what I can get..Thanks for the compliment, inspiration is what it's all about!
Image said:Well, it's kind of funny that you mention it... you see he doesn't appreciate that aspect of me at all.... why do you think I put it all out here in public view? (aside of course from my extreme exhibitionist tendencies
Thanks for the compliment, inspiration is what it's all about!
Well, I am sorry to hear that this part of your persona is under-appreciated at home--so let me reassure you that your contributions here are greatly appreciated! And we always look forward to what you might choose to reveal next...
Roman
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You make me smile, RomanRomanHans said:Well, I am sorry to hear that this part of your persona is under-appreciated at home--so let me reassure you that your contributions here are greatly appreciated! And we always look forward to what you might choose to reveal next...
Roman
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sweet image
Oh, thank you for sharing this sweet sensuous side of yourself. It's a pleasure to behold.
grey
Oh, thank you for sharing this sweet sensuous side of yourself. It's a pleasure to behold.
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hey key baby....
how are you today, sweet key?
smoooooooches......
how are you today, sweet key?
smoooooooches......
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am glad I can make u smile...
Poor thing... I understand a bad day...
big warm hugs for your sweet sexy body...
Poor thing... I understand a bad day...
big warm hugs for your sweet sexy body...
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smiles...
That's so funny. I must admit that the question, "how's it hanging?" always brings to mind the old private parts....
--signed: to the left, but certainly not shriveled...:>
That's so funny. I must admit that the question, "how's it hanging?" always brings to mind the old private parts....
--signed: to the left, but certainly not shriveled...:>
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