Hey Ginger Girl
Sexy, Sassy and Submissive redhead, 47, posting what I like, what I want, what I need but mostly...what I'm waiting for. You should also know that I find this world of BDSM to be not only sexual and erotic but also very romantic and spiritual. So if you're only looking for hardcore images you probably shouldn't follow me ...
Questions or comments always welcome
NSFW...under 18 please move along
I think of you when…
You force yourself into my mind when the urge takes over my body. Maybe the memory of you brings out that desire in me or maybe it’s a natural reaction for me to start thinking about you when I reach between my legs.
Remembering your hand on me makes me close my fingers around my growing shaft. The thought of your mouth opening and taking me deep results in a tight grip. Recalling how you looked into my eyes as you swallowed the result of my lust makes me taste the escaping drops of my own increasing need.
I try to hold back as long as I can. I slow down. I even stop. I breathe heavily and my mouth is dry. I don’t want it too early. The longer I restrain myself the harder the conclusion. But then my hand starts again. Carefully, just to make sure I don’t suddenly let go. But with increasing speed, increasing force. Until holding back becomes too much pain. Until I need to release.
Then I finally push over the edge. Hard. Sweaty. Loud. With nothing but your name leaving my lips. Spurt after spurt erupts from me as I keep throbbing. I don’t care where it lands as long as it keeps going. My hand pumps. My grip is like a vice. I don’t loosen it and I don’t slow down until every last drop has exploded from me.
And throughout it all, every lustful second, a mirage of your face is floating through my head as my mouth continues to whisper your name. When I finally slow down and my body begins to relax in exhaustion with juices dripping off my skin, then you slowly disappear into the distance.
I think of you often. Sometimes for comfort or joy, during other times for no particular reason at all. But sometimes, during those exceptionally needy times, I think of you and the urges inside my body take over. Because only you can push me to a special kind of ecstasy, even when you’re not around…
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Strawberry…let’s fall asleep like this.
Rich, round, & fantastically flavorful -> Old Weller Antique 107 Review http://bit.ly/1kLKXCz
Just trying to cover all our bases…
Pecan Crusted Cheesecake With Salted Bourbon Caramel
This really should be me.
I’m so sorry but all I have to say today is YES. YES YES YES YES YES.
I like to be challenged.
Bourbon Apple Fries Pies
We now interup Christmas decorating for a brief interlude with hitachi. On your mark, get set…switch on low.
I can smell it a mile away.
Eh…so move on. Sometimes people just aren’t on the same wavelength. Trying to make them is like trying to squeeze water out of a dry sponge.
Of course that cheese has to go but other than that my mouth is ready and willing.
Love a man with a firm grip.
My first reaction is based on scent.
Ideally she would be impaling herself onto something…
Want. Need. Want. Need. Want. Need etc.