The holidays are in full force around the ol bibliotheque, the huge building is freezing cold, gust of winds blow in the surliest of patrons, the loneliest of the lonely, the relatively tolerable assholes have become giant intolerable assholes. It is hard to be my normal sultry frisky self under these conditions.

On top of this I am taking a sort of self imposed man/fuck break. The constant searching is tiring. You know? The perpetual hunt for my cock (or pussy), the one who will turn me into that whimpering, begging mush of woman–yeah, that one. Damn! it is exhausting. I am also reflecting on last Christmas time cock. I think it is the time of year single people don’t want to be single, there’s parties, functions, library networking that must be done–there is pressure to have a date for these. Well fuck it, I am not doing it this year. Because of course the holidays will come to an end and then I will have some cock to get rid of, just like last year.

So this holiday season, I am attempting a bit of celibacy (still lots of porn and self gratification), mentally I think it can be good, but the physical always fucks with my mental. Of course there will be exceptions, I never close my door to options. There is one man I will spread my thighs and drop my jaw for. You know who you are. Right?

One man whose mind and cock are together enough to create exceptions to rules. I could keep you so warm, take the ocean chill from your bones and you set my pussy on fire. Your sweet branch of cock, still on my mind, makes me hot like summertime–when my body is being warmed by the sand and my skin taste like salt from ocean. That branch I want to make heavy–it’s beginning to grow. As my mouth takes you in– soft to soft. Working, my tongue slips into you slit tasting that drop of clear honey, then around I swirl, then my lips teasing just the tip. I want to drop down, but that is just too eager and I wanna take my time and make this last until the sun comes up, twice. Running my tongue down that delicious seam from tip to balls and back. I still wanna drop, but instead I wrap my lips  and mouth around your girth and do a sideways slide up and down the length, you get heavier and begin to grow hard. There is no hurry, I rise above your  cock allowing saliva to drip from lips to your tip, I use my hands, oh fuck how long to feel you fill my palms. My hands around your beam as my lips take your balls into my mouth with a slight tug and suction you fill my cheeks. My hand strokes the cock I  imagine and daydream you stroking. By now, well how can I resist? I would have to drop m mouth around you fully. Your cock is  mine. I love how hard I have made you with my mouth, it turns me on so fucking much to know, to see what I can do with my lips.

Now, oh now, what to do with that sweet hard dick…..