Thursday, 3 January 2008

Frustrated*

* in a good way. I suppose.

Of course, if you were away from your boyfriend for two nights and were told you were allowed only one orgasm on one of those two nights - the night after you'd had the orgasm, you'd surely be too sensible to spend most of the evening reading porn on the internet?

Sparkle linked to some wonderful stories that people have written and posted on the internet, and now I want to touch myself. Want to come. Which I'm not allowed to do, because I did last night. So I want to take things that do not belong to me, that I willingly gave away into the control of another person.

I didn't text M to ask him to bend my rules, I just wanted to let him know how I was feeling. Partly because it sort of makes it easier if I share it with him, and partly because he likes the thought of me horny and aching for him.

So I was not surprised that the text I got in reply was not exactly soothing, although I suppose one could argue that it is at least a bit sympathetic (although it doesn't feel that way):
Why not pop the dildo pants on and remember what a lucky girl you'll feel like when I hook my fingers into your cunt tomorrow night.

Night, all.

(Also, I'm beginning to regret my naming of the blog. It seems to be turning into a more general sort of blog exploring my submission to, and with, M. I may have to think about re-naming it.)

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