Thinkings, feelings and...doings ~ 2013

Thinking: yes, I would like a foot sub. No, you cannot be one in text format. Go away. Your penisprofile pic does not endear you to me. Lemme see those hands.

Feeling: horny enough to make bad decisions but not horny enough to make really bad decisions.

Doing: Charging batteries, listening to very nice audiosmut, sorting bullshit, and waiting for the kitchen to be unoccupied so I can make edibles. Also attempting to get off the other site because I do not need to play with the local catfish.
 
But…but I like driving you crazy!
I. am. already. crazy.

I'm the type of crazy that braids paracord into your hair so I can keep your fucking head exactly where I want it.
I want you tied tight as a bowstring, no way to move any part of you.
I want to secure a very light buzzy thing to your clit so I can make sure you're screaming into my cunt.
Begging me to cum because it might, maybe, just might help you find your release.
Your release is not what I crave. Mine is.
I want to hover my clit over your mouth, just out of reach.
I want to lie on you while you squirm and shriek.
I want to blow on your thighs while you scream.

I want you so deliriously sexually pissed off that you try to headbutt my cunt.

Gods above and below...
Breathy kisses on your quivering skin just might... might soothe the crazy, hungry, needy thing that I am.
 
I rarely want to bind a being as much as I do you.

When I want you this badly, I don't want you to have to think of being a good girl, holding still, doing exactly what I want.

I just want you to feel. I just want you to feel me want you.

You can't do anything but be the delicious, keening creature you are. Sometimes. For me.

For me. Sometimes.
I want the delicate lick to the arch of your foot to make your cunt twitch just as much as a nibble to your ribs.
For me, sometimes.
I want you to be nothing but a throbbing mess of babbling, fucking... want.

Eventually, I'll press the flat of my tongue to your clit, to your cunt and let your body's vibration move you on the heat of my mouth till you fall apart.
 
Uh…I…yes please…

Fuck
you can use those words too.

eventually I'll let you free.
Free to claw your way up my body.
Free to lick me, scratch me
Free to bite me.
Free to take vengeance...
but know, what I want is for you to be...
Free to sit on my face until you fucking pass out.
 
Now I’m crazy…and possibly dying

Good god, woman
yeah well.
I made myself a little crazy.
Panting while writing moves the satin on my breasts just a little, every breath.

All that just came out of left field.

I gotta say, I kinda like left field.
 
yeah well.
I made myself a little crazy.
Panting while writing moves the satin on my breasts just a little, every breath.

All that just came out of left field.

I gotta say, I kinda like left field.
You and me both.
I am legit typing one handed
 
I could lick you so you could use both hands.

Just know, I'd hear when you have to backspace and start again.
I'd stop licking till the text started flowing again.

You'd have to decide if you want to post poorly written gibberish and have orgasms or if you really want to correct your typing.
 
Thinking - words dancing in my head after reading that exchange
Feeling - yummy words teasing me, daring me
Doing.- arranging the words and letting them flow


Ebbing waves of bliss,
Soft moans rise like tidal surf,
Heat blooms, pulse quickens,
Velvet release, sweet surrender,
Heartbeat dances in the night.
 
yes.

I wonder how many almost orgasms you could have before your teeth start chattering?
Not many. 3? 4?

Can I ask a favor?
When I start to beg for you to let me cum, fucking ignore me.
If I’m not sobbing, or just pathetically silent because you’ve broken me, I don’t deserve orgasm.
 
Not many. 3? 4?

Can I ask a favor?
When I start to beg for you to let me cum, fucking ignore me.
If I’m not sobbing, or just pathetically silent because you’ve broken me, I don’t deserve orgasm.
oh beauty.

You begging to cum is where I find my release. and I want to mix my cum with your tears.
 
oh beauty.

You begging to cum is where I find my release. and I want to mix my cum with your tears.
I’ll cry for you
I’ll try to grab your head and force you, but I won’t last long
I’ll call you whatever you want, and many things you dont
Make me your broken beauty
 
I’ll cry for you
I’ll try to grab your head and force you, but I won’t last long
I’ll call you whatever you want, and many things you dont
Make me your broken beauty
oh... I'd love for you to force my head between your legs.
I'd bite your clit every time you got close till you're ripping me away from you.

I'm not listening ot your words, darling girl.
I'm listening to your tone. Your pitch.

Your keening. Words would be useless things passed from your swollen lips to my fucking clit.

I don't have to make you a broken beauty...

You're already a ragged, shivering thing...

It's then... then I would wrap myself around you

wrap you around me....

and kiss you while you writh out your release
All over me.
 
Thinking - words dancing in my head after reading that exchange
Feeling - yummy words teasing me, daring me
Doing.- arranging the words and letting them flow


Ebbing waves of bliss,
Soft moans rise like tidal surf,
Heat blooms, pulse quickens,
Velvet release, sweet surrender,
Heartbeat dances in the night.
The only heartbeat I keep thinking about is the one I can feel from inside her.
Not to diminish the beauty of your words or thoughts... I'm just a tiny bit narrow-minded at the moment. Forgive me.
 
Not to diminish the beauty of your words or thoughts... I'm just a tiny bit narrow-minded at the moment. Forgive me.

No problem. I am just quirky. You, Monique and Crystal_dust are excellent storytellers. Sometimes (actually most of the time) when I am reading, certain words dance in my head demanding to be rearranged, and I obey.

Words whisper in me,
Teasing, begging to be played,
I twist them, explore,
Finding pleasure in their forms,
Giving in to their demands.
 
Thinking: I don't know how I always miss Nina...but I fucking miss Nina

Feeling: Incredibly horny and this thread didn't lessen that intensity whatsoever.

Doing: I suppose I should write a post or two, I have a butt plug in while dressed in a scant, sheer black chemise from Honey Bs - I fucking love our toddler free weekends. And I amused the D who tried several times to spank the giggling out of me which ended with him telling me I'm supposed to at least pretend it's a punishment and I replied, "How do you punish a masochist?" :devilish:
No, he knows how but he's gonna make me wait...
 
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