Today happens to be one of those days when my productivity is at an all time low... Those reading this and expecting updates on various projects, should not be surprised if they do not receive any mail today....
I blame last night... More than that I blame raging hormones.... I got home relatively early yesterday (midnight is typically early for me). My intention was to sit, read and enjoy an evening without the pressures of productivity and performance.. I've been working hard the past couple of days. Such diligence demands periodic distractions that allow one to shift their frame of mind into a domain distant and separate from their jobs...To smell the roses as it were...
An idle mind is indeed the devil's workshop.
No sooner had I settled into the comfortable 6 x 6 bed than my mind was invaded my a lecherous seductive femme fatale. She's haunted me for a time now... And on this night she would get her kicks tormenting me...
Perhaps I should explain... I'm just a geek... And I'm tied to my work: voluntary BDSM and my work is my dominatrix. I never get to feel the soft linen sheets of my bed for more than 4 hours in a day... I never get to feel the sweet velvety smoothness of that king sized duvet... The last time I had a busty belle on that selfsame duvet escapes my memory.... yes... It's been that long....
Last night was no different. The exception was that this particular evening held a promise of comfort and relaxation on my bed...Alone... (I haven't yet been able to cajole an unfortunate victim(s) into my bedroom...).
My thoughts, however, betrayed me and the moment she walked into my mind she took up all energy I had left... She dominated... She pranced.. She strutted... She seduced....My mind was hers... My body was lost to Hades....She wantonly wreaked havoc....
Her perfect 10 figure was all I could think of as she walked into my bedroom.. She wasn't presumptuous not to knock... She knew that I would have left my doors open all night praying for her to "barge in"...
Her bedroom eyes are the most dangerous... I avoid looking at her directly knowing that I'll be powerless if I do... I can't help it and once I glance, I'm rooted to the spot, my entire being cemented in space-time, magnetized by her beauty and temerity.
She walks around me, like a lioness preparing to pounce on its prey... She appraises me... I lend myself to her like dust to the wind...
Her scent is even more enthralling than the sirens. It wafts into my nostrils and fills my lungs with a vaporous nectar. It seems into my blood, churns my life force and boils it. Any calm I previously had is now replaced by a persistent accelerating thudding in my chest and my loins.. I'm sure that my heart wishes to burst from the confines of my sternum...
The only words I can think, let alone say....
Throughout the night, she torments me.... I toss and turn in a vain attempt to send her packing. Who am I trying to kid? That's my last wish!!
How could I want her to leave? How could I deny myself of her phantom presence? If I can't physically be with her, can I not abandon myself in a fantasy world where she is eternally in my loving presence? If I am forced to drown myself in work to avoid the pain of her absence, can I not enjoy it for one brief moment in my mind?
The price of that over indulgent imagineering is that I had an extremely restless night and hardly slept. In frustration I dashed off to work at 5am. Now fatigue is setting in and I'm struggling to keep from nodding off and smashing my head into the keyboard on which I know type...
Nothing a bit of coffee and therapeutic blogging can't fix...
I blame last night... More than that I blame raging hormones.... I got home relatively early yesterday (midnight is typically early for me). My intention was to sit, read and enjoy an evening without the pressures of productivity and performance.. I've been working hard the past couple of days. Such diligence demands periodic distractions that allow one to shift their frame of mind into a domain distant and separate from their jobs...To smell the roses as it were...
An idle mind is indeed the devil's workshop.
No sooner had I settled into the comfortable 6 x 6 bed than my mind was invaded my a lecherous seductive femme fatale. She's haunted me for a time now... And on this night she would get her kicks tormenting me...
Perhaps I should explain... I'm just a geek... And I'm tied to my work: voluntary BDSM and my work is my dominatrix. I never get to feel the soft linen sheets of my bed for more than 4 hours in a day... I never get to feel the sweet velvety smoothness of that king sized duvet... The last time I had a busty belle on that selfsame duvet escapes my memory.... yes... It's been that long....
Last night was no different. The exception was that this particular evening held a promise of comfort and relaxation on my bed...Alone... (I haven't yet been able to cajole an unfortunate victim(s) into my bedroom...).
My thoughts, however, betrayed me and the moment she walked into my mind she took up all energy I had left... She dominated... She pranced.. She strutted... She seduced....My mind was hers... My body was lost to Hades....She wantonly wreaked havoc....
Her perfect 10 figure was all I could think of as she walked into my bedroom.. She wasn't presumptuous not to knock... She knew that I would have left my doors open all night praying for her to "barge in"...
Her bedroom eyes are the most dangerous... I avoid looking at her directly knowing that I'll be powerless if I do... I can't help it and once I glance, I'm rooted to the spot, my entire being cemented in space-time, magnetized by her beauty and temerity.
She walks around me, like a lioness preparing to pounce on its prey... She appraises me... I lend myself to her like dust to the wind...
Her scent is even more enthralling than the sirens. It wafts into my nostrils and fills my lungs with a vaporous nectar. It seems into my blood, churns my life force and boils it. Any calm I previously had is now replaced by a persistent accelerating thudding in my chest and my loins.. I'm sure that my heart wishes to burst from the confines of my sternum...
God, she's so beautiful!!!
The only words I can think, let alone say....
Throughout the night, she torments me.... I toss and turn in a vain attempt to send her packing. Who am I trying to kid? That's my last wish!!
How could I want her to leave? How could I deny myself of her phantom presence? If I can't physically be with her, can I not abandon myself in a fantasy world where she is eternally in my loving presence? If I am forced to drown myself in work to avoid the pain of her absence, can I not enjoy it for one brief moment in my mind?
The price of that over indulgent imagineering is that I had an extremely restless night and hardly slept. In frustration I dashed off to work at 5am. Now fatigue is setting in and I'm struggling to keep from nodding off and smashing my head into the keyboard on which I know type...
Nothing a bit of coffee and therapeutic blogging can't fix...
Comments
Fuck the moment! Just enjoy it.
Take her and let her take you, go beyond the edges of reality and lose yourself in that madness.
Time is but an illusion. Grab her of her feet and carry her
spread her across the table and
sprinkle light dashes of gentle kisses on every part of her body, knead her gently, oil her hair and her skin, massage her fine body...
Fire her up, and wallow in that steamy hotness as you stir and sprinkle some more. Cover her with gentle nimbles and run your fingers through her.
When she moans... let her simmer as you drink her divine juices then stir some more.
When you feel that's she is hard(had) enough...
open her and put all the filling inside. and keep at it until the steam shoots out of the pipe at least 3 times.
turn over and do as instructed above.
You will know she is about ready when she wraps around the hot rod that's full of fire and trembles and sizzles in a very hypnotic way.
There will be couple of loud crackling sounds and you may see some smoke raise in the air. This is usually a sign of job, but keep at it till your hear the loud reassuring noises, you can now burst the nuts and let the juices flow within her. Feel free to express yourself and even talk, how cool is that?
When she settles... wash her gently, then place her gently on a soft cushioned surface and let her sink the warmth.