It’s very nearly Sunday morning. Which, of course, makes it very, very late Saturday night. Certainly quite late for nilla. A busy and full day, with a 9 hour shift at work, a 2 hour commute, and home to do still yet more chores.
I was glad of the busy.
Because here I sit, at 11 before Sunday, thinking that soon…and so long from now…I will be with my Master.
Behind closed doors.
and Mr. Belt.
Oh dear. I wish I hadn’t thought of that last part. I’m more thinking about the last bit we talked about, a bit ago.
About how freaking long it’s been since I had an orgasm. (Stolen one Saturday night…and one small one on Tuesday). Almost 100 hours without any action.
How is a slut supposed to hold her slut-status with no slutty orgasms to crow about? Anyway.
He says “now you’re all primed (for Me)….just a few flicks on that clit, and you’ll be sprayin’ the wall like a New York fire boat!”
And then He laughs. That wonderful, sexy, tough-edged laugh.
If you’re a child of the 70’s and 80’s you may catch the oblique reference to this song in the title of this post:
While my pussy may be empty and deserted? Just like that oasis, it is very, very wet.
He does that to me, every time.
As He would say… “neat, huh?” 🙂