I am guessing it was the three full days of sleep and that late day coffee (coming off of 3 days of zero coffee), that had me feeling like was doing rails. My eyes would not shut and when they did visions and strangeness and  muted flashing lights would fill my eye sockets. Sleep was not happening for me.

is that a blond soccer mom  in a bikini, and why is she yelling at me?

am I talking to myself, whose voice, is that my voice?  no way–can’t  be.

Usually the ocean will lull me sleep, but my eyes just kept popping open.

2:18

3:32

4:02 come on I really need to go to sleep.

Time to fuck the fruit.

Pulling out my njoy wand, oh it’s steel is so cold. Do I really want to put that cold steel near my kitty? I am too lazy to put it in boiling water per manufactures suggestion.

I slide it in, burrrr,  my pussy swallows it up. Slowly I guide it, bounce to the sweet spot, and that nectar flows so readily.  Slowly I play, my fingers sliding into the fluid, rubbing it all over my pages, onto my pucker and back.  I drift and fuck and drift. Hitting the spot–over and over–letting it ride, my thoughts wander……

What would it be like to give a lap dance to Chuck with Linda

Why can’t Linda have  an orgasm on her G spot.

Would it be wrong to lend her the wand.

Damn! I know I could throw the best bachelor party.

What would it be like if Linda and I gave Chuck blow job? eeewwwwwwwwww.

Why was I so mean to that Irish guy?

I wish my clit was bigger, I can’t even pinch it like I want.

Will I ever get fisted.

Focus.

I want some real cock, here, now.

My imagination is not working.

I want cock here, now, under my nose teasing me, brushing across my cheeks, glossing my lips with pre-cum.

What do you smell like?

Are you as sweet as you say?

Could he really give her an orgasm just by looking at her?

Why was I so mean to that Irish guy?

The Ocean must be mad.

My pussy is soaking wet, I am fully  into my fruit, fucking myself as usual, thoughts swirling, my feet on fire. Grasping one breast I squeeze as hard as can, then pinch the nipple as hard as I can, I move to the pierced nipple and pinch as hard as I can. I can never hurt myself, as much as someone else can. My tits feel good, warm, soft, mash-able.

What do you smell like.

Come fuck my mouth, please…

I am in real need tonight–of that curve, to slide into me, to fill my mouth, to stop everything else from turning.

The wand is plunging in and out, my finger are coated in me. My clit is as full as it is going to get, my hard little bud, I am sweating under the covers. I want to cum.

Can I cum?

fuck me.  feed me…

My mouth wide open to some imaginary dick,  I begin to see yours, moving–parting my lips, your hand drops to the back of my head. My mouth opens wide and surrounds you. I am your needy little cock slut and need your fat fucking cock tonight. You slowly fuck into me, and the day disappears, my mind quells and cunt flows. You smell just like I imagined. You slow fuck me until you can’t, then the grip you have on the back of my head gets tighter– my mouth a little looser and you thrust and push with the cadence of midnight marauder.

The wand is moving only minutely inside of me.  My clit being flicked and I cum, and I cum–as your cum fills my mouth and drips down the sides. You smell so good.

When I pull the wand out, the steel is hot, as if I did heat boiling water.