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Anticipation and Imaginary Lovers
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Anticipation and Imaginary Lovers Just a few more hours now and I will be on the road to Missoula and to see Master and the lady He is bringing. I wonder what she will be like. I know so very little about her, but I am definitely hoping to spend an enjoyable evening with the two of them and then all the men I spend time with at Glory Holes. I had my hair cut yesterday and it's so much shorter now, close around my shoulders, but the dead ends are off and it looks much nicer now. It's still long enough for Master to pull it hard as He fucks me, and I know He likes doing that. There are still a few more preparations to make before we meet tonight. I still need to shave my pussy again. I hate that part. I can never get it as smooth as I would like and the waxing thing just doesn't work for me. I've tried. Maybe I'll see about going into a professional one of these days and have it done. Personally, I prefer being trimmed. I like being able to reach down and tug on the hair a little. It turns me on more and I like to spend time pulling on it before sliding my fingers inside my wet pussy. It seems the older I'm getting, the more I'm craving sex. No, not sex, but a really good fucking. Fucking is so much more intense. It's more animalistic and primal. There's a sense of "violence" to it that I really enjoy. I like feeling that exchange of heat and lust between two people. The looks they give each other, knowing they are about to fuck each other until they both drop from exhaustion. It seems like most of my partners drop long before I do. It's been that way most of the time now. I don't know where the stamina comes from, but I can outlast men almost half my age who weigh a lot less and keep going all night long. The only thing that slows me down is my knees, especially if I spend a lot of time on them, which I will be tonight. I don't know if the lady is staying with me in the motel or not, but either way, I hope to bring back a man or two (or however many) to keep me company after I'm done at Glory. I don't plan on leaving until I've enjoyed at least 10 cocks. I would have thought that by this time in my life I would be slowing down more and have a lower sex drive, but that is so far from being true for me, and I'm glad. I spent too many years doing nothing but handwork, and I feel like I'm making up for those 6 1/2 year all at once. At least that's what Master says. I'm glad He doesn't have a problem with the number of men I've been with. Some haven't been real great, but others I would have liked to have seen more often. Of course, then there are those I am incredibly grateful I will never be fucking again. Like the T-girl who shit all over my hand while I was fisting him and sucking his cock. That put an end to that real quick as far as I was concerned. Of course, I ended up faking it that night. I thought his ego had taken enough of a hit and I really didn't see how I could tell him he sucked at eating me out. No pun intended. He was bad - all I could feel was a little pressure and transfer of warmth, but I lay there moaning for him just so he would feel better about himself. I hate doing that, and I rarely do it, but sometimes a man needs his ego pacified. Of course, a woman does too, every now and then, and I do like hearing that I am pretty good at sucking cocks. I may not be able to deep throat like I would like at the moment, but that will come in time. At least I hope so. At any rate, I'm sure I can please several men tonight. I wonder how many will be there. I'm hoping I can just go from room to room without too long of a wait in between. The last time I was there I felt like a vulture of sorts, waiting for another man to come back so I could enjoy him. I just wasn't satisfied with 4, 5 including Master. I wanted so many more, and I hope to have at least twice as many tonight. I will miss going to the club though. It will be the first time I've missed going since I started, and I'm going to miss it. Still, it's a chance to be with Master, and I don't get the opportunity to be with Him as often as I would like. I feel like being more brazen tonight. I'm going to wear the black jeans and hope they don't fall down too badly (I've lost 35 pounds so far, and they're already sliding down my hips), the black teddy (I want to show my tits off and let the men have easier access to them), and a crocheted cardigan (just for modesty purposes until I get in the booth anyway). I wore it at the club last week and I liked exposing myself more then, so I think I'll wear it there, too. I'm also going to wear it on the drive over and hopefully get a few smiles of appreciation from some of the men on the road. Can't say I'll get that from some of the more family oriented women, but I don't care. If they think I'm a slut or a , oh well. At least I'm out having a good time, and I feel like I'm long overdue in that department. It's about time for bed, but I'm still feeling restless. I'm imagining a lover's hands on me, stroking me. I can feel his lips kissing my neck, hitting that one spot that drives me wild with desire, that makes me want to drop to my knees every time and take him deep in my mouth and please him the best I possibly can. I can imagine him laying me back on the bed, still kissing me all over, his hands running across my breasts, tasting them, sucking hard on my nipples, making them more harder and more erect. Feeling his hands work their way down over my stomach, parting my legs and feeling my shaved pussy, and stroking me to get me even wetter. I can imagine him kissing me the same way, working his way down until he finally reaches my pussy and starts to lap up the juices. I can feel my back arching as he sucks on my clit and puts his fingers in my pussy, feeling for that one spot that makes me twitch and beg for more. I can hear my soft moans as he does wonders with his tongue, working me into a fevered pitch before he kneels before me and slowly and deeply starts to fuck me. I can feel his cock deep inside me, his hands roaming over my tits, feeling them, bending over for a kiss every now and then. I love being kissed just so, and I can never get enough of it. Master never kisses me except on the forehead or cheek with the exception of the first time we met, and I know He would be an incredible kisser. There isn't anything He can't do and do phenomenally well. I can feel the heat and intensity building as this man continues to fuck me, the tension building inside and I can feel his urgency building as well. I can tell he's about ready to cum when he thrusts in faster, harder, and deeper, and I can feel it building inside me too for the first time. I wonder if he will be able to take me to that place where I can finally cum with another person. I wonder if that imaginary lover will be someone I meet tonight or perhaps tomorrow before I head for home. But for tonight, it's getting late, and I'm going to get the toys out one more time before I pack them and imagine they are this mystery lover. |
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5/31/2009 11:22 pm |
Have as much fun as you can! Hang in there. S and F WERREADY51
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