The lovely life
Hmmm well its Wednesday. Midweek over the hump so to speak..So fucking chilly, have to stop complaining about the weather.My spiritual side wants to celebrate the changes in the seasons, its just that some I welcome in with a little more gusto than others..Must be the control freak in me and we all know we can't control the weather...
Still dressed in oh so sexy trackpants and robe...So lover gets to see me at worst , first thing in the morning!!! Lucky bastard! Having said that..I do like to preen etc....Though I find it hard to be organic about "dressing"up for him etc...Thank god I naturally wear sexy underwear because planned dressing for sex makes me feel a bit silly most of the time...sure I've done it..for roleplay or parties etc, its incongruous I guess as I love to fuck and play and take on roles but the actuality is I can be self conscious as well, ah vulnerability don't we love it...probably the little sub in me.
have hankering for shower not just for the cleanliness and warmth but to groom my pussy, legs etc and celebrate the beginning of my cycle..all fresh and new. I love the beginning of a new 28 days I feel very much like sister moon I guess. I love being a women period (excuse the pun) though to be a man for a day !!!!! I wouldn't be able to stop fucking or touching myself, I would be a pervert for sure.Except I would have to be a crossdresser on account of my shoe desires.
Lover is editing (producing, creating) a fantastic short film at present and its soundtrack is electric as it twists and turns playing in the background, I feel its rush, its octane and its bloody brilliant. Makes me want to type faster, makes me happy, my favorite emotion of all..That and peace. Living with such talent is more than one could hope for. In fact I think I almost gave up on that notion.
I had plans before I met him not to make any plans at all, except what was the next type of fun I was having.I had been in a less than satisfactory relationship with a beige judgmental man that had left me a little shattered and disillusioned and somewhat antsy for some seriously good sex how I wanted it to be, I was faithful in that relationship and frustrated by the sex.
So was I looking to be validated, made whole, appreciated? Sure maybe a little, but not a lot. I have spent most of my life thinking about and acting upon my love of sex and sensuality, discovering how good it felt to have my pussy licked at the tender age of 12 my my sweet girlfriend and neighbour was indeed an awakening....it was a few years before I had my first orgasm but the desire to do so, had me trying all sorts of ways, my Labrador even got a look in(or is that lick!) on my pursuit of the big one..the little death, and when I first came, I knew I wanted to do it a lot for the rest of my life.Some people want to be missionary's, some turn to homemaking or various other interests, I was keen on the idea of being a cumslut.A little obsessive maybe.Of course my life is now full of other interests, I have grown , I love the arts, my family.....Oh but the orgasm .the primal urge that roots us to the word, the sex magic..its still big for me, still important ,still lovely.
So then along came lovely lover and in fact that was my plan for him at first..A bit of fun and play and I am not one for not engaging intimacy with a casual lover so it wasn't a cold and calculated plan but our basic premise for spending time together at first was quality sex with a quality person.The first time we fucked I knew that we had a chemistry and that's what I had been wanting it to feel like, to feel moved, electric, dirty, desired and free.
.................... but along with the weather you can't control your heart either thank the universe, because now I am happier than I have been in a very long while and rather devoted to making his world a better place as well.Oh and of course there is still great fucking and lots more to explore.
Fire has been it by fire sign....love this space...time for that shower
Still dressed in oh so sexy trackpants and robe...So lover gets to see me at worst , first thing in the morning!!! Lucky bastard! Having said that..I do like to preen etc....Though I find it hard to be organic about "dressing"up for him etc...Thank god I naturally wear sexy underwear because planned dressing for sex makes me feel a bit silly most of the time...sure I've done it..for roleplay or parties etc, its incongruous I guess as I love to fuck and play and take on roles but the actuality is I can be self conscious as well, ah vulnerability don't we love it...probably the little sub in me.
have hankering for shower not just for the cleanliness and warmth but to groom my pussy, legs etc and celebrate the beginning of my cycle..all fresh and new. I love the beginning of a new 28 days I feel very much like sister moon I guess. I love being a women period (excuse the pun) though to be a man for a day !!!!! I wouldn't be able to stop fucking or touching myself, I would be a pervert for sure.Except I would have to be a crossdresser on account of my shoe desires.
Lover is editing (producing, creating) a fantastic short film at present and its soundtrack is electric as it twists and turns playing in the background, I feel its rush, its octane and its bloody brilliant. Makes me want to type faster, makes me happy, my favorite emotion of all..That and peace. Living with such talent is more than one could hope for. In fact I think I almost gave up on that notion.
I had plans before I met him not to make any plans at all, except what was the next type of fun I was having.I had been in a less than satisfactory relationship with a beige judgmental man that had left me a little shattered and disillusioned and somewhat antsy for some seriously good sex how I wanted it to be, I was faithful in that relationship and frustrated by the sex.
So was I looking to be validated, made whole, appreciated? Sure maybe a little, but not a lot. I have spent most of my life thinking about and acting upon my love of sex and sensuality, discovering how good it felt to have my pussy licked at the tender age of 12 my my sweet girlfriend and neighbour was indeed an awakening....it was a few years before I had my first orgasm but the desire to do so, had me trying all sorts of ways, my Labrador even got a look in(or is that lick!) on my pursuit of the big one..the little death, and when I first came, I knew I wanted to do it a lot for the rest of my life.Some people want to be missionary's, some turn to homemaking or various other interests, I was keen on the idea of being a cumslut.A little obsessive maybe.Of course my life is now full of other interests, I have grown , I love the arts, my family.....Oh but the orgasm .the primal urge that roots us to the word, the sex magic..its still big for me, still important ,still lovely.
So then along came lovely lover and in fact that was my plan for him at first..A bit of fun and play and I am not one for not engaging intimacy with a casual lover so it wasn't a cold and calculated plan but our basic premise for spending time together at first was quality sex with a quality person.The first time we fucked I knew that we had a chemistry and that's what I had been wanting it to feel like, to feel moved, electric, dirty, desired and free.
.................... but along with the weather you can't control your heart either thank the universe, because now I am happier than I have been in a very long while and rather devoted to making his world a better place as well.Oh and of course there is still great fucking and lots more to explore.
Fire has been it by fire sign....love this space...time for that shower
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