Due to some misfortunes, situations, legalities, me so stupid mishaps–I have been laying extra low–until a few things clear up for me. It’s bad timing though–I am so wanting/needing to play, flirt, get fucked. I love feeling like this, when I am on, it is on and I can flirt with just about anyone and the days can be so much fun as they fly by. I love bringing a smile to a man’s and the occasional woman’s face with my charm, wit, bawdiness–it brings one big vixen smile right back to me.
But, this down time– it’s only temporary and I can be a good girl for a few weekends. Right? No. I will just have to alter my good bad girl behavior to fit my temporary dilemma.
I was a virtual home body all weekend, the problem–I was frisky, needy, lusty–my sexuality fucking with me, distracting me beyond belief. It is that time of month, you know–when I am perfectly ripe, so ready to be plucked and eaten, devoured, licked and lapped up. My pussy is sweet, like a honey corn muffin, the more you lick and elicit out from my core the sweeter and longer I seem to drip. And I was a very drippy girl this weekend.
I mentioned a few weeks ago how up until then I had never had mutual web cam playtime–well– my mood, my sort of semi-house arrest, and the man on the other end of the web cam had me more than a willing participant this weekend.
Sometimes you meet someone, and the more I play in pixel land the more I see it true here as well, that you just have that genuine connection with. There is a powerful draw, that comes from words, past, childhood, homophily, rage, passion– those electric connections that then ignite my cunt to your cock. And while I know it could be merely a three day, or a week long, a month long fascination with one another, even though I know it could end in some form of heartache for me, I jump in–fully–all of me for you–as much as I can through the glow of technology. It happened once before–it was fast, fueled by the pain and lust of two, and residual heartache did indeed follow and I still think about him and his words that exuded all that excitement between my thighs–My cunt ached for him, for his words.
It’s easy to tell when a man is of the same ilk as me, it generally happens quickly, I will be struck –it could be one sentence, one phrase, or one word. If you speak my language I will open up in all ways, which doesn’t happen very often. I had this feeling, like I could say and tell you anything, although that may just be indicative of online relationships, but I also had this urge to show you everything, to show you how I cum, to watch you cum, to cum together, it was an instant pussy throb.
I fucked myself for you, sent you the clip. You claimed to be an “ass man” so I bared my ass, I waved it in taunt, a playful tease, an invitation to more. Belly down–my hand plunging in to my slit, fucking my fingers with the thought of your cock in my mind. Taking my time to cum, slowly I pulled the orgasm back and forth, bringing myself to the edge, then subsiding the feeling, then bringing it back, before finally erupting onto my fingers.
I watched you first, you could only hear me, I came while you did, in unison. I love the way your cock looks in you hand. So thick, my fingers between my lips, opening to wet. I pictured your thick cock entering me, the way my skin would surround yours, the folds of my pages being pushed open by the rigidness of your beam, dropping onto me from your slit. Push the tip against my clit, bounce it there, slap it—yeah! right there, right there.
Then it was the two of us, our smiles reaching out of the screen. Our parts straining for the others across the wires. We flirted, laughing, smiling, stroking, I got so wet and slick. My thighs began to spread, swing open like a girl innocent of the affect that her legs being swayed open and closed can have on a man. My hand and fingers finding their ways between to my slick opening. Wider my thighs went, staying open now, on view. I am shy, and I am not shy, as I move. My tits spill out, I pinch hard on the nipples–a heat wave runs my body. Watching you, your cock looks good, you look good like the animal I have been waiting years for. One large hand wrapping your base the other on your abs, that cum look in your eyes. We fuck, I turn so you can see my ass, watch me push my wand in from behind, you can hear how wet am–sloshing and clicking. A sound that I am sometimes diffident of, but also relish in and hope you will too. The liquid begins its descent around my fingers, surrounding the njoy and onto the blanket below, dripping for you.
Compelled by your voice, your smutty encouragement, spreading my ass for you to see, the toy slipping in and out of my rainy cunt, it is coated with my girl gloss–with little thought I do it–slipping the bulbed end into my tightest space. Pain delight rushes from my ass to my brain and I begin to drip even more, really like raindrops now. I fuck my ass for you to see. It feels so messy and right, and my pussy opens up, wanting to be filled too, I oblige with my fingers. I pull the wand out in one swift motion, I nearly cum all over everything, but I refrain and just pour out, not fully cumming. My panties dripping in me. Yeah, I still had my panties on, a very girly pair, innocent even, white cotton with pink and green flowers. Sitting back in the chair I took them off, they were soaked, I cleaned myself with them, bringing them to my nose, the scent like laundry, cum, pussy, and coco butter.
Watching you, watching myself, you are so far and simultaneously right here. The want to touch you, that longing is felt in my slit, as the wand slowly rocks into my spot and my fingers manipulate my clit–bringing me to that edge of fractal fragmentation, of white static noise, electric energy sparks from my core, and in a solid stream of what I keep inside spills out and my body writhes, shocks and quivers from the release. Your cum seems to shoot out from your cock, it looks smooth and glossy, a consistency I want to taste. I love the way it pools from cock tip to fingertips. I am hungry, I want to be there between your legs below you, I want that cum.
