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My apologies for neglecting this place so much that it spammed anyone I had left following me.

I wish you sexy dreams, lovely people!

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It’s been awhile, pretties, since I last wrote you something dripping with filth.  My apologies.

I’ve been a busy human and I assure you, there’s not too much of a shortage of hormones and arousal around me.  There rarely is.

I do have a bit of frustration on my hands.  And on my hands I end up having a bit of me.  I hope to feel that sweet inspirado to write, soon.

I hope you’d do everything I wouldn’t do and more!  ;) 

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[reality] daytime tension immersion

I spent most of my day perched in front of my computer.  I spoke to a number of delicious humans, desiring heated attention and providing much of the same.

I took a break here and there to take care of life, but mostly, I sat panting and aroused.

I made a call in the afternoon, breathing heavily into the ear of a man unable to reciprocate.  I came, breathy and warm under my blankets.
Work is bondage as much as any rope I might tie or command I might give.  He promised me he’d take care of it later.  An offering to the washroom gods, methinks.

He did and he told me how explosive it was.

I envy the ejaculators.  I can squirt when I come, but it’s different.  It goes all over.  I can’t aim it.  

I want to be there when it happens.  When the come flies free and the orgasm tears out of the throat, a gasping, screaming release.  I adore the orgasm.  Watching someone else in the deepest throes of passion, well, it has no comparison.

Not a one.

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[reality] [poemtree] [dirtyknees, lookatthese]

Raw with you.
Stripped and broken, 
I will make you.
Strapped in my coloured leather.
Buckled in.
Take you, spread you, seek the deepest parts of you.
I will break you and make you new each time.
I will tear you and revel in the cries of your suffering and joy.
Glory be! 
The opportunities!
To dance! To sing! 
To praise the deepest valleys of who you are for me.
Lost eyes, wallowing in your depravity.
Lost eyes, glazed over and pining.
Down we go, the tumble of heated flesh and nipples and skin.
Pushing in, 
vainly wishing for One.