Dear Diary

It's been a while. Life is fucking me, well at least something is fucking me so a win is a win. Finally gave my vibrator a name, Dynamite, because it comes in small packages and that toy is tiny. However, it gets the job done, my clit throbs at any buzzing sound. Anywhoo I had the best solo session featuring my imagination and Dynamite. I know my thoughts are filthy but last night? Top tier shit.

It went something like this.

I imagined I was laying on my side being fucked in that position maximum peneration from the side, with a hand around my neck. If I make a sound I'll be denied orgasm, dick in my pussy and Dynamite on the clit. Nipple clamps being tugged from the thrusting and a man moaning and grunting on my ear.

Mhmmm I'm getting worked up all over again, there's just something about a man's hot sweaty body being pressed up my body while he fucks the shit outta me that gets me hot. That wet disrespectful fucking that has you checking if the condom is still intact. The kind that leaves a wet spot and has you changing sheets. The rasp of the body hair along my sensitive skin with cologne and pure sex in the air. And the taste of my pussy on his lips? Aggggg yessss. Like make me taste myself, let me cum in your beard and make me suck my juices of your fingers.

It was a good scene diary, very effective too. I was gushing 5 mins in, put right to sleep with the toy still buzzing.

Oh well a thought is a thought otherwise, that's what's had me fingering myself today.

P.S It's a threesome cz Dynamite plays a vital role.

xxxWetnWild