I had such grand plans today. I was going to film some sexy stuff with a new fella I’ve been intimate with, I was going to run errands, check things off my to-do list, be productive…
The day started with the fella letting me know he was still feeling a bit under the weather & maybe today wasn’t the best for filming. No problem! I decided to edit a vid I filmed yesterday entitled: Secret SizeQueen Therapist. It’s a solo vid where I play a therapist speaking to a guy who has small penis issues. At first I tell him that women don’t care about size, it’s more about chemistry, etc, etc…eventually (over two sessions) I get him to show me his penis and I eventually reveal my personal preference for big cocks. It’s a small penis humiliation vid with a masturbation instruction that gets quite hot with me going on and on about fucking thick cocks…So, I’m watching the vid, seeing my face say these things, knowing exactly WHO & WHAT I was thinking of when I filmed this vid…remembering how much I had enjoyed that special thick cock…and a funny thing happened: I started to get really horny.
Now it’s not unheard of for me to get horny editing my own porn movies. This line of work attracts narcissists. But I was a little shocked at how VERY horny I was, it took me by surprise.
I texted the fella: “Fuck I’m horny. I should have just come over & raped ur cock anyway.”
His (predictable) response: “Come over. Come now. Let’s fuck. Now. Hurry.”
I kicked my roomie out of the washroom, showered, brushed my teeth, threw on some cloths and called a cab.
Sitting in the cab I could feel the pulse in my pussy. Where had this level of arousal come from all of a sudden? I felt like a 16 year old boy. All the while the filthy text messages were pouring in. Things that a lady can’t repeat in a somewhat dignified blog (does this blog have any dignity left?). He was fanning the flames with dirty talk. The cab driver was trying to be chatty but I didn’t want him to harsh my buzz so I was curt…then “I need a hero” came on the radio. Click this link if you’d like to listen to it to add a new dimension to your blog reading experience: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBwS66EBUcY I laughed and asked him to turn it up. I tried to not notice the taxi driver bopping along to it.
I arrived. I didn’t knock, just walked in and into his arms. He picked me up and carried me to the bed where I was stripped and fucked for hours. Fucked well. He poured affection on me, telling me how perfect I am.
Let me be clear: this is not love. Not like the romantic kind you see in chick flicks anyway. This is mutual respect and two people fucking for the sake of fucking. Sure, there’s a lot of affection & cuddling, but we fuck, we don’t make love.
It was just what I needed. The kind of sex that satisfies yet leaves you wanting more.
Then he made me a nice dinner and I went to yoga.
On my walk home I passed a couple things I took pictures of. (See below)
I decided to not add super sexy pics to this blog entry, especially not pics of me fucking other men which just seems wrong in this case. Soon enough you should see him appearing in some of my vids anyway.
I’ve also included the images for the vid that got all this started.
It may not have been the most productive day but I think that fucking, eating & yoga is a very decent diversion.
Last thing, as the cherry on top of my day when I got home I found a funny note from my roomie. I’ve attached that below too.