A Tasty Treat (Pt.2)

What started on the couch after I squeezed myself into an old corset from my burlesque days, got hot and naughty as it moved to the room. Something about putting on the fishnets with no underwear, maybe it was the way it lightly rubbed against my labia made my pussy trickle it’s juices down to part my soft lips. It made me tear through the fishnets so I could touch my yearning vulva. As soon as I got in front of my mirror in the bedroom it turned something on in me. The need to talk dirty…I guess to my toy cock I so badly wanted to use. Verbalizing every fantasy that popped into my head to do to my cock-friend, until I reached an amazing orgasm. The fun wasn’t over yet. We had some cleaning up to do. I felt the most efficient way was to use my mouth and throat until my toyfriend was completely satisfied ;)

I decided to savour the quiet of having the apartment to myself in my favourite way. Me time!!! I was feeling overstimulated from having company, so I decided to overstimulate myself in a different way. The oui’d, mood lighting, and Magic Wand really helped. And I kind of enjoyed doing it and not having to take my clothes off!!! It didn’t change how good the orgasm felt. Grinding against the fabric of my underwear just built the feeling up and made me more desperate for that sweet release. Wrapping it all up with a few diaphragmatic breaths to bring my heart rate down, and a hug for myself just felt right.

I couldn’t get enough toys inside me this time. I wanted to feel fuller than full. All holes spread and plugged. I think I ruined my orgasm with my anal toy in because after I took the toy out of my ass I couldn’t get close anymore. *tear* would you punish me for that ruin or would you try harder to make me cum?

The title here is double entendre - also referring to the linen chest I’m on top of, but who’s paying attention to that with my juicy peach on display? I will apologize for my feet, though. They’re cuter when they’re clean 🧽 🥰(unless someone wants to lick them clean, I won’t say no) Let’s just focus on my booty bouncing and amazing orgasms :)

I don’t have a car so I use a grocery shopping and delivery service, so I don’t usually see the produce that the shopper picks out unless I ask them to send a picture. It was to my surprise that the bananas the shopper picked out were nearly the size of my head. Now, a little bit of back story: this isn’t the first produce I’ve played with. Back before I could buy my own sex toys I had many a hot, passionate night with a cucumber or two. Since then I have obviously used sex toys when the occasion arose, so this was fun and exciting. Even at that, the banana peel decided play time was over before I could finish. It’s been a sexually frustrating week…I can’t wait to share when all this orgasm build up finally blows ;)

I went on a cruise in December!!! With my grandmother…and we shared a room. This was one of the rare moments I had the cabin to myself, on the rainiest day of the trip, and I paid for internet access for the day 😏 so of course I masturbated twice. Once in the room and once on the balcony (not featured here)!

It’s a grey and rainy Sunday, so what else is there to do but watch daytime tv movies and masturbate? I was thinking about everyone I have met in the community or chatted with and it makes me so horny and grateful that I have an audience at all! Thank you, this one is created with those watching right now in mind!

I got some cute new sleepwear and lingerie and of course I had to put it on all at once and do a fashion show for my M🧡NP community. As expected, taking my clothes off got me turned on pretty quickly, which quickly led to one of my favourite things - me tasting myself after an orgasm. I can definitely say I’m happy with my new loungewear. ;)

I was interrupted while getting ready for work by the thoughts of a sex dream I’d woken up from that morning. I don’t remember much of the details while writing this, but I do remember seeing myself laid out with my legs open and my wet pussy exposed to the air while I begged to the point of crying to be fucked, touched, cocked…I could feel the yearning in my dream. I don’t even know that I got the sex I was whimpering for, I just know it made me incredibly horny. ^_^ Update: I told the person who the dream was about and he sent me a picture of his hard cock. I’m just giddy. And more horny thinking about it.

Happily fed and content after an easter meal with the family, I got chatting with an old sex friend who lives across the country. Things got flirty, I started taking sexy pics and I got horny enough to drop what I was doing and hump the nearest thing…which happened to be my pillow ;) hump and grind with me to climax, babes!