“I want to be a bodyguard for an O5 (or regional director or other high-ranking bureaucrat) who’s with him at all times and wears a straight-laced professional uniform and is all serious business and nobody suspects that I bottom for him every night”
hello everyone, my name’s zephyr. And through two years as a semi-active studyblr/langblr, owning a Kånken, and keeping a bullet journal, I just now realized it was MILDliner, not MIDliner.
A strange little thing i love is that moment when i lean forward to kiss her and just before i close my eyes, i get to see her closing hers and softly opening her lips. Just seeing that movement of her abandoning herself and closing her eyes with her face relaxing and lips opened, can make me go crazy with love and lust.
There i was, naked and with my legs opened while she was putting on the strapon watching me masturbate. I was only 19 and loved the idea of experiment new things, so i ended up being convinced by her, 33, that there were a few tricks that she could teach me… At first it was mostly oral sex and i did learn well from her, while she sat on my face giving me instructions on how to best use my tongue and lips on her clit, pussy and asshole, but as i did i felt her hand start to play with not only my balls, but my ass too. Young and with little experience, i just let her continue, and figured it was kinky enough that i could get turned on but not that big of a deal for the rest. After an intense orgasm that i could feel deep in my mouth with all her pubic her wet on my red face, she got off and turned around to return the favour, she gently started sucking my cock and i relaxed and opened up my legs. That triggered an unexpected response when she started licking my cock, balls and suddenly my asshole. I could feel the wet tongue fiddling with my hole and it was such an incredible and wild sensation. I moaned loudly and she giggled in excitement. She returned sucking my cock, but this time really deeper and harder then i had ever experienced. It was such a shock to have felt all that unexpected pleasure and at the same time and i wanted more. Of course i was embarrassed and shy too and she must have noticed because her next move was to look at me and say: “you cute little thing.. you know ..if you want me to lick your ass more, you will have to tell me so out loud and beg for it…” That triggered something soo deep in me that i almost had an orgasm just at the idea of saying such a thing out loud, but while i was there thinking about it, she got up, pushed her warm and wet pussy against my cock and started riding it wild and hard making me feel the tip all the way deep inside her womb. She took my face in her hands and pulled my hair and started biting my neck and licking my ear and with her tongue deep in my ear she said to me: “go on, say it… tell me you want your ass licked again..” and so i did, moaning with pleasure and feeling my cock so close to cuming it drove me crazy. “Please, please lick my asshole again, please, oh god it felt so good”. And so she did… but this time, making me sit on my all fours, and telling me to spread my ass cheeks so she could have a better view and lick deeper. When she said “deeper” i had no idea how that would feel, but even thou i was excited by the tongue outside, the real surprise on this second round of assplay, was feeling penetrated by her tongue and feeling all the saliva drip from her mouth to my balls. At one point it was so much she god all the thick saliva in her hand and then got it all up again and used it to lube all around my ass starting to push a finger inside. At first it felt like the tongue, and i didn’t notice, but then i felt the finger bend inside and touch on what i would later learn is called “prostate”. This caused a sudden rush of adrenaline and i couldn’t even begin to imagine what was on her mind. She got up and told me she was going to play a game and as i turned around, i saw the strapon in her hands. I had never seen anything like it before and was already in fear of pain, but at the same time, until this point it all felt just incredible good! I mumbled that i was unsure but she came near me and kissed my mouth with passion, and i felt her tongue open my lips and playing around with mine. The arousal was so hi i could melt and i would have done anything. She told me to open wide and start masturbating, leaning on the sofa with my face upwards and my legs spread out. The strapon was black and i could see the point on my balls while she lubed my ass more, and feel the fake cock on my one. As i stopped for a moment i saw precum on the point of my cock and a drop fell on the head of the strapon. She smiled and took both in her hand and rubbed them together. Then the moment had arrived… The rubber point started entering and with my huge surprise my relaxed and lubed asshole just welcomed it inside like it were the most natural thing. I was captivated by the look in her eyes and seeing that she liked it so much and was so full of desire for me. And as i felt the strapon penetrating me for the first time, and the pure lust in her eyes, the thing that surprised me most was seeing my reflection in the mirror, and finding it arousing, watching her play with me so completely while i could see my facial expressions betray the pleasure i was starting to feel. I continued watching us in the mirror, confusing the roles, while both of us seemed bend inwards by the force of the orgasms reaching us from deep inside of us. She screamed in pleasure as she felt the other side of her strapon give her an orgasm, and the rapid pace of her strapon inside me, while i was looking at the mirror made me finally orgasm with streams of hot cum pouring on my chest and up to my face. Seeing me cum like this, and watching in the mirror, she made me get up and stand in front of the mirror, with her behind me, and my face and body still covered in cum. her strapon was in her hand and she took some of the cum on the black point and brought it to my mouth smiling in the mirror and telling me to clean it.
Bridget Jones movies is so inspiring. Makes me feel good! I feel Jane Austen in this story. Is not about give a “single Lady” hope. IS about perspectives and point of views and a little hope, why not? We do have to set some goals on our life. But we can’t determine when, how and who to fall in love with. Is not like “ OMG! I need to get marry until 27, if i Don’t do that I’m doomed”. I believe that is not like this. Some girls wish to get married, big party, many pictures, beautiful dresses…But my question is : To celebrate WHAT? You are not a single lady anymore? You will not die alone with your cats eating your corpse face?
People have to loose this fear of to be alone. You will be alone if you want to. Before wish a boyfriend or a Wedding I wish to fall in love with someone, even if does not work I will know that I felt this. This scare’s me too. To think that the only person that I thought I felt in love will be only person I will love until the end of my life? ( OMG IF THE END OF MY LIFE WILL BE TOMORROW???). Ok…well I don’t believe that people can truly fall in love TWICE in life (I REALLY REALLY HOPE I AM WRONG ABOUT THAT - more than twice is out of question).
This is me writing BULLSHIT again. I swear, that in my mind this post would be more simple. But seems that the more I think the more confused I get. My mind is a Mess.
Let’s talk about GOALS
Well…
- To be an old single lady with cats in London.
(just Kidding)
Real Goals
- To kill this Bitch inside of me that insists to wake up mostly when I’m drunk. Really sometimes I think that I’m possed, hahahhaa, sounds funny, but I’m really worried. Is like that “I blink” and I am another person. That JUST happend, a boy just posted something on FB and Thougts came in to my mind and I sent him a message than I Stopped and thought…“OMG! WHY AM I DOING THAT?”. And the worst part is That I am Not even drunk. Is like I am fighting against something inside of me. CREPPY!
- STOP DRINK, to Thelma don’t show UP ( My Bitch’s side name - Will be the title of my book)
_ think twice, before: Start to drink, spend money,kiss someone,say or do something.
For while is this - Stop Drink, Drown the bitch on a glass of ice tea or light coke and THINK TWICE without any help)
I feel really sorry about my grammar! I’m working on this!
“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.” (John 13:34-35)
Does our love for one another give us away? Does it turn heads? The world is meant to know who we are by our love for one another – that we are Jesus’ disciples because we mimic His love. Our love should be like His: strong, powerful, bold, courageous, humble, kind, serving, submissive, genuine, true and holy.
A new command! One unlike any other because up until that point there had been no other love. Never before had God given such a powerful and beautiful demonstration of who He is. A new command for a new love; an eternal command for an eternal love.
Les cuento un #secreto… Me pongo cachonda cuando salgo con mis #pies al descubierto y se los comen con la mirada me pone a millón, me ecanta la adrenalina, y siento la necesidad de poner a la gente a chuparme los #deditos creo que algún día lo haré… serás tú la persona afortunada de besar mis pies en público!? . . . . #Footfetishvzla #fetiche #feet #piesdescalzos #pieshermosos #pieslatinos #Pedicure #Toes #Footfetishworld #Cutefeet #Feetporn #Footfetishnation #Barefoot #Prettytoes #Feetstagram #Footgodess #Footmodel #Suckable #secret #confessions #pleasure #footjob (presso Lima, Peru) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_KUtm3pKPz/?igshid=krk1ye1xoow5
as the earth beneath you was shorn apart under the weight of your lies, your treacheries, and Karma’s gaping maw rushed up to greet you I gave you what you needed: distance, and a deaf ear
you see, even after everything–the three-am-confessions, emotional extortion, and our daughter who I never got to hold (was she mine? was she even real?) I couldn’t bring myself to hate you; but more importantly, in the face of pain I couldn’t have known I was never able to love you
I admit, every “I need you” ever disclosed made it difficult in the beginning, but with time and focus on what mattered, the echoes grew quieter. I won’t try to speak on your behalf, your actions were loud enough
and now finally, long after your three-year-prognosis, you got everything you deserved just like I’d hoped, and you have all you wanted: wrapped in swaddling cloth and loving embrace
Recently took a closer look at this artist. And wow, she’s super talented and overlooked. Her song Paid is my jam but her new album is definitely worth a listen as well.
Sí te extraño, pero… ¿Acaso hace la diferencia hacerlo? Extrañándote o no, tu amor no es sincero; no tiene bases solidas, se fundamenta en un delirio… en un capricho… en un anhelo ¿Y qué estoy extrañando yo? A mis manos en tus cabellos, atrapando las ortigas de tus pensamientos en mis dedos[…]
No puedo evitarme la tristeza de saberme nada en lo que creí eran tus manos, porque me pensé tuyo… me sentí de ti… y supuse ibas a acompañarme hasta que el tiempo dejara de ser tiempo, pero, no estás aquí, y no porque no lo hayas querido, sino porque me hiciste ver que nada de lo pactado se fundamentó en el amor. Fuimos ilusiones, trazos de sueños, suspiros infantiles lanzados al aire, querencias mancilladas de un fervor con base en la locura, emociones coloreadas sobre papel carbón; un lápiz y un borrador… y, seguramente, crees que nada de eso me dolió, ni que, todavía ahora, me pregunto qué fue lo que pasó, en qué fallé, qué me faltó[…]
I’ve always liked hands, and surely I post them enough here, but I’ve come to the realization that (aside from bondage and humiliation and submission… Maybe…) there isn’t much I love more than hands.
This morning, Sir sent me this photo from Twitter and said: “So, check out Stanley Tucci’s hands. Just saying.”
He knows what I like.
My boss has huge hands. Wide, large fingers. Calluses. I feel awful every time I have to have an extended conversation with him because all I can do is stare. I am otherwise not attracted to him at all. But every time he talks to me, with animated gestures, I think… those hands could be on me right now. Those fingers could be in me. My hair could be grabbed. My skin raked. I could be feeling squirmy and tight and little on big fingers.
Fuck. My boss is not allowed to talk to me any more ever. I just can’t think straight at all.
Sorry for the lack of posts friends. I finally started at Vogue on the 28th (Tuesday) and literally just NOW, 3 days later, I’m getting some time to breathe. As expected the interns are given loads of work, stock piles. I will read all of your confessions and post some later in the day!
