Jilling off - fantasy #2

Bel Canto Shimmering Warm and Bright One of my MOST favorite groups. They paint beautiful images with their music. Unicorn is the perfect example.

"Dont be ashamed of what u do if it makes you happy."
Alexa being profound again and delivering a sex positive message via twitter.
I created a new twitter account so that I won't have any problems what with all the people being Dooced on a regular basis. "DafsNightmoves" if you care. Not much of a tweeter, but hopefully things will pick up soon.

I spent some alone time today contemplating "things." I have become more aware of how much I rely on sex to make me feel better and improve my mood, especially when I am pms-ing. I LOVE having sex and I used to look forward to the accessibility of a cock, when I wanted one. I very rarely got turned down. But I have not had any cock available since before March and I am feeling a little empty. My toys just don't fill my wet cunt the same way. I have to imagine what might be happening if you were there, filling me up instead.

I woke up this morning after a dream so real in which I was on the verge of orgasm. I was dripping wet. Roomie had stayed over at her new SO's so I had the place to myself. I lounged on the bed, enjoying my alone time and ventured idly down to my wetness. Mmmmmmm. I love when I am ready to go, no work required. It was windy as all hell here today and the drapes were flying in the breeze as I spread my legs so I could reach my private space.

I dipped two fingers all the way in to coat them with my girl gloss. (All the better to fuck you with my dear.)  My fingers wander up to my clit, sending a little shiver through me. I look down through my tight breasts and hold my pussy lips open with one had, clit firmly grasped between 2 fingers of other hand. Rolling, rolling, flicking. Dip in, more gloss. It looks so hot from this view, I wonder how it would look to you? I need someone to take photos and show me. I am thinking of this and it makes me even more wet.

Dip in, more gloss. My fingers continue the rubbing and rolling on my clit. I have a typical pattern, most people do I think. I use the left side, it's not as eruptive as the right side. If I am feeling like I really need to let loose the right side is the way I go. No mess today, so my fingers linger to the left of my clit, rubbing, stroking.

I am imagining you in between my legs, I can see your eyes over my clit, mouth firmly attached, fingers probing my folds. I start to rock back and forth, imagining a cock filling me, fucking me. I am rolling my hips against your mouth, moving faster and faster as you get closer and closer. I think about WND and our phone calls, how we had phone sex one Sunday afternoon. He left a friend's house to come home and jack off with me. "What are you wearing?" I ask him. Shorts, he says. We whisper thoughts to each other, what we would do, what we want done. He finishes first and enourages me to my end. I whisper, "I am so wet, I am going to get everything all wet!" He laughs, (so SEXY) "That's the idea." I LOVE that he laughed, was comfortable enough to do it. It makes me even more wet just thinking about it.

My breath catches, my stomach starts to clench and my thighs start to twitch and I imagine I am clenching your head to my wetness. Dip in, more gloss. Fingers furiously rubbing now, ass rocking against the bed, legs spread wide and I'm coming! I arch my back and moan raggedly as the stars take over my vision.

I lick the gloss off my fingers, wishing it was you.

He loves me, he loves me not

I'm not myself tonight, Christina Aguilera's new single. It's yummy and so is the video, hhhoooootttt! I counted 12 outfit changes. It seems she has a latex fetish happening. Or maybe that's just her alter persona. We all have one. Or two...

I have been doing some soul searching lately and been trying to analyze why I continue with some of my self destructive behaviors. So in an effort to be the best ME, I am stopping some of those things. And pursing others that I've let fall to the side. Being honest with myself is a start, then that radiates out to others. Other feelings, other decisions, other people, etc.

Well, just an update. Wrong Number Dave has apparently lost that lovin' feeling. Haven't heard from him in a few weeks at this point. No biggie. He was a fabulous starting point and helped me with some additions to my list. What list? you ask. Oh, well Astrologer Dawn insists that everyone create a list of all of the qualities you're looking for in a man. And then a list of all the qualities you have to offer in a relationship. It's a working document, obviously. And each man at the "Man Mall" as she has dubbed it, will help me to get closer to the "ideal" partner for me. I am looking forward to fine tuning it. Maybe I'll post it another time.

Until then I am looking, but not touching.

I'll leave you with a favorite photo. She's entirely too skinny for my tastes, but it's a great photo with the many implications. It has stopped me every time I've come across it on Alexa's tumblr. It resonates as SEXY to me. Good night.

Lesson for the day

Instead of a song I am linking to one of my favorite photos on Alexa's page.

If you're going to try anal using your hand, there are certain positions that work better for this as I found out two nights ago. I couldn't sleep so I thought, well I'll jill off and maybe that will work.
Nope.
1 hour later, still awake, try again.
Nope.
It's like 1:30 am now, still awake.
(Ok lets go all out, Wrong Number Dave was talking about licking my ass, etc, we'll see where that takes us.)

So I needed to go the bathroom, so I decided to just stay in there and try, so I could rinse off (always practical this one).
Leaned over with shoulders on counter, right hand to clit, left hand under to ass. Well. That feels good. Especially when I am thinking about him licking my ass. Mmmm.
(Let's lay down, I tend to lose control of my legs if I get going too far along.)
Lay down on my back.
Right hand to clit, left hand to ass, same as before.
Well, that's just awkward now. And I can't get in as far. Hmmmm
(Maybe if I reach around from behind...)

Mmmmmm, that's MUCH better!
Well, that position allows for some really good bucking, which is how I eventually came, 2 fingers in ass. Thinking about him fucking my ass in front of the windows in his 12th story office in SF.
Nice.
So, depending on the position, access to the ass is easier in different ways.

The End.

I did a good amount of porn tonight. Most of it good, oddly. I had 2 rounds of enjoying myself and actually used both hands tonight which I very rarely do. That was really good, esp while I watched this for round one.
This was round 2.
My fingers are coated in my dried pussy juices now.
Mmmmm, it's salty.

Nite nite.

Sorry you have the wrong number

song for this post

Well I got a random wrong call today. Ended up chatting with the person after he texted me telling me (via txt):
"Sorry, great voice."
I replied, Thanks, you too.
"I'm Dave from San Franciso. Apologize for the wrong number. Are you in Sales (with the voice)?"
No, but I have been told that before.
This led to some interesting texts and then phone calls which lasted for the better part of a few hours while I ran errands. It was stimulating, entertaining, casual and surprising all at the same time. He promptly sent me a photo. Good looking. He said he looks like Guy Pearce. He asked for one of me, I politely declined until I am "available."  He didn't push it, which I appreciated. I was VERY clear from the beginning that I am months away from being single. NOT available. But interested in pursuing things when things are final for me. He ended up getting off while we were talking, much by his own doing (he described what he would be doing to me if we were together). I did nothing to disuade him. : )
This led to talks of Vegas which we are both frequent visitors to. He sells commercial real estate in SF thus seems to be on a higher income level as the usual places he stays are the Wynn, the Bellagio, THE Hotel etc. I commented that I normally stay at my time share. He suggested a wager to see which one of us could get laid the most in 9 hours. This progressed to talking about who that is easier for in general, and he insisted it's women. I told him I wasn't aware of any such thing being married for the last 13 years. He conceed the win to me before we even got there and moved on to:
"How about rather than competing against each other, we find a beautiful woman for us...?"
You're on!
"Let's go to Vegas."
I'm on my way"
"First...we satisfy our own curiosity, hit the pool, then go on a search. Could be so fun!"
Sounds perfect! That's exactly what I am looking for, in 2 months.

It was an interesting day with a glimpse of things to come after the divorce is final. It gave me something to look forward to, not specifically with him, but in general.

Maybe I should chat up more wrong numbers.