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Thread Count I tend to work more than is required for financial independence. I love what I do, and it’s difficult to force a head-space shift, most days. Today, I’ve decided it must occur and I’m starting off with a lazy sleep in. I’ve been on the edge of dazed while swimming in my soft sheets, for over an hour, and It feels good to embrace my fatigue. It feels intimate and it’s arousing. Stretching my muscles, waking them slowly, and reminding myself they’re not always required to be working. Rolling about the bed and feeling the soft layers press against my skin, reassures me about my decision to purchase such expensive sheets. Turning over on my side creates shifts in the weight of my breasts; they feel gloriously full and heavy. They fall together and rest on one another. Another stretch and an arch and I follow it with a fingertip slide from collarbone to belly and back again. Slow easy movements. No rush. No real goal. No need to go anywhere. My skin responds by rising and tightening...nearly imperceptibly, at first. I can only feel the change. My nipples follow closely behind, a far more obvious shift. The sun is highlighting small areas of my skin and I play with the light by moving my hips and shoulders- watching how the shafts of sunlight alter my view. I continue running my fingers along my skin, searching now, for newness. I close my eyes and open myself to discovery. Running my fingers tips along my inner arm, beginning under the shoulder heading toward my wrist, I pause at the top, and recall a man, who I shared my body with, telling me this was his favorite part of a woman’s body. The little pad of fat just under the crease of the arm, under the shoulder. I pause and stroke her- first like a kitty, using my finger pad then turning my hand so the top of the finger, where the nail lies, may have an opportunity to play. Eyes still closed, I imagine this tiny part of my whole being as a mound of sorbet: sweet and cool to the touch. Likable. Lickable. I smile and recall his face, and his excitement when he came in me, how he cried. Breathing in deeply, I begin to move on. Tracing my arm to the elbow, the sensitive inner elbow, then the wrist. I move down each finger and I am suddenly struck with how much fun they’ve had. How they’ve stroked a variety of cocks, over the years, caressed balls, and massaged every body part known to man. How they’ve traced the lips of beautiful men... brilliant men. Men who sensuously parted their lips so I could slide my fingers and tongue into them. I bring my fingers to my mouth. I run the tips, slowly and purposefully, along my lips, tracing the edge, feeling the change in texture- recognizing the edge of the lip and the beginning of the softer skin that surrounds it. Then a return, running over the speed-bump like bodypart, I slide my tongue out to greet the tips of my fingers. Slowly separating my lips and having them meet, almost timidly. As if for the first time. Being aware to recognize what’s been lost all other times, due to lustful intensity. One body part registering texture, the other taste. Breathing deeply, I let it sink in. I slide my fingers in deeper and wet them, deciding to take some juice for our journey. It’s warm and plentiful, in my mouth, just like much of my body. I remove my dripping fingers and run them straight down my center. Just barely touching the skin. I leave a moistened line to follow from mid neck to just above the clitorus. I return along the same route and retrieve more natural lubricant. I can feel my skin waking and my breasts are swelling in anticipation. I slow at my belly, this time. Run the nails, lightly over the surface and toward each hip. Slowing each pass to circle my bellybutton. My hips respond by stretching toward the fingers. My breath reaches into my belly and moves her up and down. As my hips tilt, my breasts sway and I move toward my aching nipples. Before reaching them, I slide up under their fullness and cup their shape, pushing them up and toward my center, then slowly releasing. I repeat and increase the pressure with each go. Breathing in deeply and slowly, I imagine lovers who’ve spent great lengths of time sucking and nibbling my lush mounds. Running their faces on and between my breasts, cupping and squeezing with their big hands. Some hands soft, others calloused ...following up with a hungry wet mouth. I run my thumbs over my erect nipples to acknowledge their excitement and appreciate their shape. Squeezing my nipples is like tapping a button to wake my vagina, in her entirety. I feel twinges deeply and externally. My lips begin to itch with desire. My clit swells and my juices begin to pool. All working together to prepare for a guest. I slide my hands to my pussy lips and part them with one hand. I spread my legs open and run my other fingers between the warm space I’ve unveiled. A finger on either side of my inner crest, surrounded by swelling labia. This is a warm and inviting space. Reflexively licking my lips, I direct my fingers to explore the entire region. Caressing my labia first, I move on to my clitorus, and circle her for quite some time. She’s responsive and a source of tremendous pleasure. She wants all my attention and it’s hard to move away and continue on. Reluctantly, I head south and circle my opening, which is wet and tender, and equally as wanting of attention. She’s also animated and makes a beautiful sound when being played with. Soon, she likes a bit more pressure and an accidental nail flick reminds me of the desire for nibbling... biting. The need for each area to experience multiple levels of touch. I lightly pinch my pussy. I pinch her again and squeeze my lips with my fingers. Running my other fingers back up to my clit I begin to circle her, then run on top of her swollen flesh. Rubbing and lightly scratching my pussy lips, I slide my fingers into my wetness. Two center fingers tickling and rubbing my g-spot while a third finger strokes my perineum. My hips are gyrating and my ass is lifting and clenching. My muscles are recalling all the joy this stimuli produces. My breath begins to match my stroking and my body begins to warm all over. Swaying and rubbing, arching and penetrating those hungry fingers into my pussy. Juices spreading from inside to my clit with quicker movements. Legs opening and my entire pussy reaching toward the source of joy, I begin to feel the familiar twinges, deep inside, as my body prepares for a spasm. The sudden feeling of being drugged and chasing a high that needs your focus. Squeeze your muscles, rub that clit, relax and let it in, breathe, tickle, gyrate, open up, squeeze...the juices are singing with each pass of my fingers and it hits me, the euphoria. I’m holding my breathe and squeezing all the while I’m relaxing. Soaring. High. Shuttering. Hearing colors. Smelling light. I cum for whole minutes, still rubbing my clit and still gyrating, though it’s more spasmodic than rhythmic, at this point. I’m hyper aware while feeling numb. I’m certain I could taste color but you could pound my pussy with a huge cock and it would feel like a tickle. Slowly, I rest each muscle group while altering the pace of my attentive touching. Breathing in deeply I feel relaxed, heavy...tired. I roll to my side, feeling the heaviness of my breasts, as they shift, and I settle in for a endorphin-fueled nap. |
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Time to buy new sheets.
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Simply a beautiful vision. We were with a woman once, who was so sensitive to touch, that she moaned and gasped no matter where we touched her. We took full advantage, as we explored every inch of her beautiful, nude body with our fingertips, and then a pair of rose buds. It was intensely erotic ... just like your blog post this morning! 
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Well now... that sounds like a perfectly wet and wonderful way to start a day... 🔥🔥🔥💧 ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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26/4/2019 5h36 |
this actually should be in the erotic section just sayin'
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this actually should be in the erotic section just sayin'
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Simply a beautiful vision. We were with a woman once, who was so sensitive to touch, that she moaned and gasped no matter where we touched her. We took full advantage, as we explored every inch of her beautiful, nude body with our fingertips, and then a pair of rose buds. It was intensely erotic ... just like your blog post this morning!
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Well now... that sounds like a perfectly wet and wonderful way to start a day... 🔥🔥🔥💧 
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26/4/2019 5h57 |
amazing detail very good writing
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amazing detail very good writing
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403 612 0176 easy reach , let the fun begin
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Hey Darlin, .........What a Great way to wake up!.......... Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
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A good use of a lazy morning... those past memories fuel so many ideas and details that allow for more fun in the future... incredible writing...
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It really turned me onto read about what you are thinking while masturbating. Very interesting and VERY hot! I tend to think about about past encounters too, but I also often mentally have sex with women whom I know only platonically while masturbating.
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Exquisitely erotic...as always.
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