God I love masturbating. Not as much as I love sex but it’s high on the list for sure.
I masturbated right before bed and then woke up to masturbate again.
Last night I came hard to me being a Domme, having a sex gimp at my side and taking a man sexually: pegging him, tying him up, making him squeal, beg, whimper, cry and moan in pleasure and pain. It was great.
Then this morning I was a little sex kitten Daddy parceled out to his friends in a small gang bang. And when that didn’t make me cum I tried to envision something I truly want to have happen. And I struck gold.
I imagined a deserted beach at sunset. A bed with a canopy and mosquito netting sitting on the soft sand overlooking the waves.
No one in sight but my lover and I. We made love and talked, listened to music, fed each other morsels of delicious food and kept making love on and off all night until we watched the sunrise breathless and sleepy in each other’s arms.
That got me my best orgasm in a very, very long time.
I mostly use people I know in my fantasies, but in the last one there was no face, no image of who it was, it was the place, the feeling and the sensation of making love that was so awesome.
I so miss making love. I really can’t wait. I mean I can and I will, but I can’t.
Simple joys. Simple things to look forward to in life.
Not that orgasms themselves aren’t super fabulous. They so are.
But making love just doesn’t compare to me.
and to dream is divine.