I can be a jealous cunt. Sorting through a pile of weirdness and only coming up with more weirdness. My current fantastical journey involves me figuring out my needs and desires and how that gels with my ever human set of emotions.
What do I think of this? I think it is LAME. Sometimes I wish I was a Sex Robot and that I wasn't capable of giving a shit about other people.
More on this as clarity sets in...so yeah, maybe never lol.
EEEEEEE!!! Mr. Dynasty and I are just preparing to leave for our trip to Europe tomorrow and I must say it has been a long time coming.
First, we fly to England then to Greece where we stay on a beautiful island for 5 days and I will cry a lot and and sun tan...lol *wink* my bff is getting married. Then we fly to Rome for 3 days, followed by the train to Venice etc etc eventually we will be making our way to PurpleWonder and Nafoui's house! They are so kind to let us stay and while we are there we will be checking out a local event. FUN! We also get to meet PetesFetish and RubberKitty and while we are in Paris I believe we have a coffee date with DirtyDollBaby!
Anyway, much Rubbery and FenceNetty (YES, that IS a WORD. PFfft) love to you all. Wishing you an amazing September :)
Leading (what could be considered by some) a double life can be very complex. The taboo nature of some of our sextracurricular activities can be extremely exciting and can evoke feelings of arousal, passion and a heat that scalds. Sometimes however, I can get overwhelmed with the secrets that we keep...the naughtiness, the planning and expectations of it all too.
Not sure where I was going with all of that because I came here to simply share a moderately dirty story with you but well, here I am blathering on about my feelings surrounding our relationship and it's complexities ;) The benefits of the lifestyle are obvious (or perhaps not?) and the drawbacks, although few, can be confusing at times and occasionally I find it challenging to stay in the moment while carrying out my daily life in the vanilla world.
Last week I was on a break and texting with a gf, our conversation turned to subjects of a more carnal nature and it wasn't long before I was locking myself in the bathroom slightly breathless and furiously masturbating before I had to return to work. WTF?!?! Do any other women do this? Am I normal? For me, orgasms are like chocolate (or crack) because once I have a little, I always want more. It takes ALL of my strength to stop after just one, so much in fact that sometimes I wonder why I even get started in the first place lol.
Meh, that's enough of that.
Fact or Fantasy. You tell me.
I run my hands over her bruised and swollen ass, marvelling at the raised formations and texture of her thoroughly beaten posterior. For a moment, I consider simply wrapping her up and stealing away to some quiet place where I can kiss her sore parts softly, tell her that she is a good girl and murmur with sweet tenderness that she is a beautiful princess but tonight I am swept away by the darkness of the space I am in. The smoke, the distant muted moans of pleasure and pain, the scent of her wetness reaching my nostrils like a whisper, calling me ever closer all combine to brew the most intoxicating aroma that assaults my senses, almost raping my mind and spirit.
I see my hands reach out and bury themselves in her hair, finding her scalp and pulling hard at the roots. Her head falls back and she looks at me, imploring me to save her...to save her from herself, make the world go away for a moment so that she can lose herself in the sensation of being the focus of my desire. In this moment I have no plan, my need envelopes me with fury and I am living this moment only to bring both exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain.
</time passes and dirtiness ensues>
When it is over and she turns to me for comfort I breathe and coo sweetness into her as I hold her and my heart is swelling with the gratitude of having shared something so intimate, so beautiful and so freeing. As I hold her and the room starts to come back I am acutely aware of our fragility as humans and our innate desire to love and to be loved. The strength of emotion in such an experience is so powerfully poignant that the potency leaves me in shambles for days but alas I wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world :)
My ass bears the striations of a decent beating ( I say 'decent' merely to enrage my tormentors but it was rather epic actually), my mind is being regularly assaulted with sensual, hyper-erotic memories and my craving for more only gets deeper like a progressive illness...so deep I can feel it cutting me, killing me and breaking me down. Delicious.
Sometimes I am blown away by my own capacity for deviant behaviour and other times I just accept it with a smirk and carry on ;) We had such a good time with everyone this past weekend and are so grateful to have been invited into such a private space.
All I know right now is that I want. I want. I WANT. The object of my desire knows that I am stalking it. It leans into me letting me catch a scent, teasing me, engaging me in a ritual that probably hasn't changed much over thousands of years...welll, except that I bet a thousand years ago no one was wearing latex masks while hunting lol ;)
Happy Perving Everyone! Hopefully I will be able to post a couple of pics from this weekend but we shall see :P