Finally, my day off. It has been a long, cold and lonely week. I busted ass at the library, loads of people out sick, picking up the slack–trying to maintain my all around good cheer. I feel that duality/triality the mask I wear slipping away today. I get be me, spend some time with me, quality time with my pussy, my own best lover. I have made myself come a few time this week, but mostly out of necessity, not pleasure. Yesterday before work I made myself come in about three minutes–twice. Today will be very different.

Today–slow, no rush–a  long drawn out and messy me. Maybe I will shoot, both photo and web clip it, maybe I will share it with someone–or not, because it is all just hot to me, not shared, especially the clips. They do tend to be extra private, vulnerable–ah, but you know what a slut I am, can’t help myself at the drop of a hat, a compliment, a request–my photographed ass is yours.

Speaking of which, I received some very hot submissions yesterday from a nice thick cocked gentleman. They will be posted on the tumblr today, which I may also slip a few of myself with friends in. Yesterday, when I received his images, they turned me on so much, of course I was at work and it just made me crazy, cock crazy. He also included a clip, it was about all I could do to refrain from opening that file at work. Oh sweet temptation how I love you so.  All of sudden, the room warmed up and cute bundled up city boys with all their library problems appeared, needing help from a vixen with a sly smile and wet panties. We have system–my co-worker gets all the hottie women and I get the hot men, we have signals and hand gestures to give a heads up when a hot woman/guy has entered the room. It is boot and skirt season. Sexy bitches in tall intimidating leather boots, oh San Francisco you’re so fucking fashionable you make me sick with lust.

Back to today, my day. It starts by writing then posting naughties to the tumblr, get my juices flowing, maybe a few pets and strokes to the pussy–then off to hot yoga, where my body finally warms and heats, I get loose, free, I let go. When home I peel of the wet wet clothing, slip into a robe and my alone time shall commence. Maybe we should all have some alone time today or you could come join me, you could watch me. Do you think you would like to watch how I fuck myself, the way in which my fingers pinch my nipples, mash my tits? How would you react to my thighs spreading wide to accommodate the the emotion of my pussy? As my lips part and the glisten drips out, would you stroke for me? Could we mutually fuck without fucking? Watching only, how long until our bodies could no longer be separated? How long until you take me, devour my cunt with your words and lips, until your solidness invades every aspect of this woman’s body, until that stream of cum fill us both with white light and noise, blocking all other aspects of this city, of our outside. you, me, cunt, cock, spit, cum, legs, thighs, salty sweat, and precum fill the air–the smell of want and fuck.

I love playing with myself in front of  a lover, it is not something I get the chance to do too often, we are usually so into each-other that sort of play does not come about. It tends to occur with a lover I have had for some time, where we have been playing and rolling around most of the night–when I have used your cock so many times already and it needs a bit of a break, but I still want to come some more. This is usually when I have you watch, unless of course it is some part of our foreplay, but generally not. It may happen in my bed, or the living room floor, we are soft and naked, hot from fucking, and pussy is still pulsating and needy–insatiable cunt. My thighs drop and you watch, I move–eyes closed, but fully aware of yours on me. I draw out another come and when I look up between my bent knees through my thighs I see you cock is hard again, I think you like to watch me.