"Bailando" Spanish Version duh. Enrique Iglesias
I currently am stealing time away from my day that already had a late start. It initially started early. Now look at me. Disheveled and discombobulated. Trying not spill my hot Kratom tea as my shaky hand brings it carefully to my waiting lips. I almost finished my coffee, thought it would help, maybe a little bit. Not enough to focus on tasks at hand that is required of me. I, earlier, whipped out my phone for dictation. I had running thoughts that needed...ehemm I mean wanted to come out. My thoughts were not just racing but they were running and crashing into each other. I needed to multitask and feel some semblance of order. I was ready to start my day. I have my morning routine down. The first 30 minutes upon waking the brain is in theta state; easily has hypnotic capabilities so this time is good for meditation, reading positive mantras anything such as a good habit. Not check phone. However, last night I was instructed to complete homework. I couldn't send it back to him and wanted further instructions. I could check the phone to just see if he responded. Yes. He has. He's pleased about something. Ahhhnd there I go. However I am to still finish the homework with him there. Homework, nothing else. Squirming, I get up and sit at my laptop and finish. I can now go back and get a release. No. Not yet. Forty. Minutes. Later. I missed his comment prior to him saying I can cum. I jumped on it. "El Amante" Nicky Jam- clearly the spotify gods have something going for me as it was "Taki Taki" prior. Forty minutes later. I am realizing I do not have patience even for good things. I had a flash of how it would be if I was his sub. Thinking about his previous comment, something in me shook as I asked if he'd leave me like that all day. After my goodbye, I got up and tried to start my late day. I'm trying to capture my emotion, this feeling, and check in with my body as I'm dictating and making my coffee. Talking it out. It's not that love feeling when you have a burst of energy, I feel like my butterflies are on standby. But they've kind of always been like that maybe? No maybe they haven't and this is what it is. It feels like they're on high alert. A smile flashes as realization takes a hold. Ahhh, that excited feeling when playing hide n seek. I hated to love that game. Yes that's the feeling. Something is coming. I don't know what or when but it's coming. I'm crouched waiting, not knowing when. Quiet my deep breaths hoping to not give me away. But the volume of my pounding heart echoes in my ears. I will be caught. Coming. What will happen? mmmm delicious. "Oriental Uno" Beats Antique Now of course I had to take my shaking ass to the bathroom. The accumulation of this morning's conversation, my realization about the hide-n-seek feeling, and the first message he sent me and I couldn't work my fingers; I was all fumble. Ran the water in the sink and pulled out my vibrator. Not straight for my clitoris, I wanted to have everything touched and stimulated; pressed the vibrator on my vulva area. Not long after, in my mind he's behind me. Watching. Waiting. Letting me have this. Letting me give this performance to him. "Como Yo Le Doy" Pitbull I can feel the wave coming, my pussy opening and clamping for something. Wanting to be entered. In my head he gets up, he knows how close I am. Without a word he's under me. His face under me so close. He's methodically waiting for the exact moment. With that I suck in my breath, to hold it in as if my body can't focus on breathing the same time I'm coming; wanting to pull all my attention being present to the wave. Breath held, time is here. Forgetting he was under me I can feel a slight tapping on my calf, understanding what the tap meant I grasp tightly to the counter. Not disturbing the momentum, I take my stance wider and slowly lower myself, squatting. The closer I get to his face I can feel his hot breath. The wave is coming, but I slow it down, I want to feel more of his breath. My breath hitches, I think about his tongue reaching out to give a quick tap. Another message, his tap, means I am to lower myself all the way down. Bury. Deep. That wave, I can't hold it back now with that thought. I rise up and down. Coming, my stomach muscles tighten to hold onto it to keep the wave going. Knees buckle and I find myself in the sink again. "Messin Around" Pitbull Enrique Iglesias Deep exhale and I try to collect myself. I feel good. Are my initial orgasms just my foreplay? One is just the warm up? After the second is when I get a burst of energy, no more feeling out of sorts. I thought so. Because after I left the bathroom I grabbed my tea, finished my coffee and now ready to work. But the laptop beckoned. I had to write this while fresh in my mind. So I'm writing. But now I'm also writhing. The replaying of what transpired this morning, and now my fantasy of me sitting on his face, this song "...when you act like a bad girl, I like that...". I feel I may have just worked myself up again. Until the flip, bite your lip~ find patience and hold...it's coming.
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