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Sleeping naked in flannel sheets……
Need I say more?
June is here. Half of our year has come and is going…
June, when all the seedlings you expect to see come to life are all carefully plotted and planted, and you are lovingly tending to them, watching as they grow, stretch and begin to give to you. The truest vision of the fruits of your labor.
You do realize that as you masturbate you are lovingly tending to yourself. Learning about you, relaxing yourself, and nourishing yourself.
Allow the month of June to reclaim your sexual self, and feed it. Nourish it. Embrace it.
Winter is done. And the colder weather is mostly over. Summer is a glorious time of blooming.
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My oh my it has been far too long since I have unleashed on my own blog. Is it because I am getting older, or damn, is time that fleeting?
May is Masturbation Month.
I have been fortunate to work in the sex and sexy world for over 14 years. As the years have moved on, so have I and my gentleman. I have enjoyed many of you since the beginning of my sex career. Frankly, even as new gentleman have joined with me, they are of the older more mature persuasion. Which if you know me that is what I want, as that is what I myself am. I find it is a good match together. Let me take this opportunity here to let you know that is one of the many reasons I do not do web cams. Quit asking me to. So many people out there do. Go find them.
I will be blunt. Gee, what a surprise, right? 🙂 You go through changes, as do I. It has been interesting to witness not only in my body, but to observe the sexual aging process that all of us go through. Some libidos haven’t changed, while some have even increased. Some libidos, have gone way down. Your body simply does not respond any more as your brain is wanting it to. It is not indicative of your desires changing, just your bodies lack of reaction to those desires. It is frustrating and can be confusing. I am not telling you anything you don’t know. But, perhaps it may be a time where we can slow down, breathe deeply and enjoy the sensuousness of the moment. We are older. Our family needs, stresses and responsibilities have changed, and will affect us as well. In some ways it sucks getting older. 🙂 In some ways I embrace it. This getting older crap has meant I will have a more profound experience with my sex life. If it is less often, it is more important to me to make those fewer moments count. To stop and feel the care, the intimacy, the moment for what it is. Yes, to literally stop and smell the roses. It is not just the fuck, bump and grind. All though that is nice too. It is the moment at hand that matters. It is the touch, the words, the visuals I can paint for me, or my partner. We may find that we need to be more active and participate in different ways we had not before.
Masturbation month. Your own private touch is the time that you allow yourself to slowly feel arousal. Feel it, own it, and let it subside. Remember, arousal is not an invitation to hurry and just cum. Let the arousal you created slip away. Then allow it to rear it’s head again, later that day or the next day. Arousal is an erotic and beautiful journey to allow your body to feel and sweetly ache. Try building anticipation and letting it simmer in you. Tease yourself. Let that arousal build in you. Play with your body. Listen to your body. Listen to your erection. Listen to your cock.
And, I will look forward to enjoying you.
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Before I masturbate, I must either wait a bit, or remember to wear those damn little white gloves when I am picking and processing my peppers. Surprise, surprise.
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…can be more viscous when not taken care of, than even women can be with one another.
While I am busy with real life, and truly simply cannot take every call, know, I appreciate your understanding. But, I have had some new ones, and sadly for them, their timing could not have been worse. It was while I had family visiting.
Their behavior shows that they are not going to be the kind of man I want to spend my precious time with. Yes I said precious, as I have learned even more harshly recently, that the way we spend our time, who we spend our time with, and the choices we make with our time can be more important than anything else we do.
I have enjoyed my chosen profession for over 13 years. If you and I have known one another for any length of time, you know me. As I know you. I am yours. I am sexy. 🙂 I try hard to understand and know you, I try hard to be there when you need me, I care very much about pleasing you, and I do sincerely enjoy our time together.
And I am thankful for everyone of you I ‘connect’ with. You are a treasure to me, and my life. You give me what I need. You fulfill all the sexual parts in me that need to be fed.
So, forgive me, this once – Just a rant…Sometimes even the best of women have things to get off their chests. 🙂
My oh my, but if we, OK I, could just live in the world of fantasy. You can make up your own rules, and no one gets hurt nor feels pain – unless wanted of course.
Your needed and desired lovers as if by your simply imagining them, they appear to care for you on command. Or they allow you to care for them, sweetly or harshly as my mood will dictate, but always allowing me my much needed and hungry outlets to be appeased.
Yes, real life. While it does allow for wonderful experiences, it can also carry with it many challenges.
I do miss my freedom and my availabilities to you, and our desires of the moment. Hence I always called your needs, the impulse of the cock. Eerily they always seemed to match my needs at any given moment.
My sincere apologies that I have had to answer the calls of real life on a much more continuous basis than I am able to answer your calls. I have not quit, stopped, grown tired, nor am I ignoring anyone. As they say, it is all in the timing. I have been able to speak with many, and yet for two or three nights or days, while no one calls, then it seems that all hell breaks loose…and all are in need at once. Such is the luck of the dice.
Know I am still here. Know that I want you. Know that I too still need this. Perhaps it is now more than ever, that I have the deeper need for your contact. But, when I am free, I cannot reach out to you. I must wait until I am asked for, and I hope that the erotic timing is in our favor.
I am sorry for any frustrations, other than those planned, that I have caused. You are very important to me, and I know that you know that.
Boy, do I suck at keeping up with my blog. I hope to hell, I don’t suck quite so much at sucking. 🙂 Which I do enjoy, as I do so enjoy my writing time, but alas, time for both are desperately lacking in my real life. This will most likely not be my sexiest blog writing.
I am hoping to give you a sense of how crazy and busy my life has been lately. I need you to understand your role and why my time with you is so vital to me. Yes, vital. YOU are my sex life. Quite an admission, and a confession. A true phone sex queen would/should have made up that I am getting fucked every night, having wild orgy parties, (insert panting breath here) threesomes, enjoying women, bondage, and my oh my what I would give to receive a good spanking. The last statement, being genuine.
Reality – Family, relationships and the many layers involved in those two words, our children, our parents, bills, mortgages, homes, home repairs, worries, losing friends, family members, cancer, too many things to do – and never enough time . . . woe, woe, woe.
Another reality – While I will be the first (yep, I’ll say it) to admit that some insane thoughtless family members on a regular basis drive me absolutely batty – but, I do have a family. I have a few genuine relationships in my life, and while they take work to maintain, they are relationships that are dear to me, and worth every second of my commitment to them. I do have a home – and all the belaboring responsibilities that go with it, but I have a home that I love that is mine. I do have worries – every day. Most likely the same ones as you have. I have lost dear friends this last year. But, I do have friends. I hate cancer. It’s random attacks on people that we love, is not a fair war. To stand by watching a family member fight it with a courage and strength that I was humbled to witness and had no idea such resolve and determined fight resided inside such a young body. As a helpless bystander, I am pissed. I am scared. I am numb. I am angry. I have resolved. As only Pooh can say, “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” Silly I know, being from Pooh, but it helped. And no, I will never have enough time in my day. Or nights. In a genuine full life there are many joys and great sorrows. At the end of the day, I believe that must mean, I am lucky enough to have a full life.
Our Fantasies – sustain me. You give me a respite from life. Your touches give me hope. You make me feel good. You allow me to make you feel good – and I remember that I can still do that for others.
Now, while I may have made you feel sorry for me – have no pity on me. We all make our choices. I am very happy in my life. I am content. And that is in a huge part because of you. The sexual variety I am so lucky to get with each and every call . . . you truly take me away to a different locale, a different kind of sex, a special moment in time. It is all ours, and ours alone.
We have an all encompassing respect, feelings of want, desire, lust and yes love and care for one another that we share, in our world we make. Thank you.
We don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our paths for a reason.
I am the luckiest woman in the world.