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I responded to Dv that my night was gaming/chilling and then writing. However, I gamed with myself then wrote for a couple of hours. Next day I sent him an ambiguous meme. Forget my not drawing any conclusions; I suspect he and his girl broke up right before Christmas and needed an ego stroke. All assumptions of course, I don't know if he had a girl. I didn't respond only because I hadn't been on PlayStation for some time and don't check my messages anymore. So I couldn't have stroked any ego maybe why he responded quickly to me. Testing. "Great When You're High" Kottonmouth Kings Feeling me 'Kings' today. New Year's day. The ambiguous meme I sent him may have worked, surprised to see him reply. I replied with a smart ass remark. Funny with a little bite. Got me some Red Maeng Da Elite and a splash of Yellow Vietnam Special tea going. I feel like I have a hang over from all the sugar and garbage I ate last night. I love me some Kratom; like nothing else for garbage days. Okay this album Long Live The Kings, 6 songs in and sounds so commercial. Not my favorite. I dreamt about Dv last night but guess it wasn't fire enough to get me to remember. I fell asleep thinking about the stories I wanted to write; well, obvious I want to still write about him if I dreamt about him. Yeah this album I'm feeling it as much as writing about fantasies. Switched to Krown Power. "Audio War" would sound good in my old baby girl; I had a 1976 280Z with two 15's in the back. I lived in the hood and was the only asshole that would blast Metallica along with my array with normal hood beats. Master of Puppets, thumped proudly in my car. The guitar intro sprinkled with the drum beats, my little car would shake. Cranked, I could feel this song going through me my little hairs would try to lift. It was a great song to let off some steam to or the bass that loud would get me in the mood. The thump could start to vibrate me everywhere, waking my clit. I'd switch the line from 'power killing you' to 'power fucking you'. "Taste me you will see, more is all you need, dedicated to, power fucking you." In the middle of the song it slows a bit, like a passionate make out. Realizing it would be best to slow down for a second to prolong the heat, then let it start building again. Heart pounding, boom boom boom boom boom boom. Then the drums- double bass kicks in, speed building back up again. "Laughing at my cries." Then it's off to the races! I'd love to hear that song again like that. Think I could thump a minivan? My car was broken into so many times it was a pain having to pull my stereo and speaker box out nightly. Awe, I loved that girl! She was slick. I miss manual transmission. Sex in that car was possible, although difficult, which is why I think I only remember the one time. Red Maeng Da, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't. Today I'm just not feeling anything with anything. Hope this is not indicative of the new year. Not even Dv could move me today, just gonna finish my tea and let the rest of the day take me wherever. Maybe some Metallica and cleaning. And side note, I have been noticing, different fantasies can make me climaxxx longer. Until next Master Of Puppets- pull it to the side, keep it up & stay slow
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"Tangerine Sky" Kottonmouth Kings is how I'm starting at almost 11 AM a Monday morning. Yes. Thank you.
Chill Bill is not Dv, no matter how much I have forgotten Dv's voice; I know it was not him. Yeah okay Chill Bill, he's got the ignition system there; nice voice. Smooth. Deep. Really chill. Kind of a sexy cute Bill Clinton way. Eh, but combustion fails to ignite; no spark. I don't know. He may be vibing on me but it's flat for me and I'm in no position to need or want to hang around to see if it does spark. So before it began checkered flag is waving. Nothing to see here folks. His section is short. That is that. No heat, no flame, what might have been lit, fell short. Fake a smile, fake an orgasm, but I can't fake a fantasy. Damn. I had hoped for fresh material, a live specimen, a new muse. But no luck. So what about Dv you may ask; appeared. There was a small resurface. Yes. Even after my reply he sent an appropriate meme. I've concluded, I will draw no conclusion as to why he reached out momentarily. But apparently that was all that was needed to spark something up enough to write a little bit more. And to create a few mind blowing orgasms. I've been meaning to time the length; certain fantasies of mine I feel like can make myself cum for a couple of minutes. Interesting to see which ones or of whom! If I were to talk to Dv again (clearly with his minimal contact it's not necessary),I don't know that I could maintain proper composure. I couldn't hold the toy and not insert. His 'hold' is maybe 'cause he's my first and as of now only online experience. My further writings of him could be fantasies about exploring soft dom. Even with fantasies, how it could translate to online interaction, oooh during Fallout 76 game play, I can get his character to do things for mine! Make him read something to me, to hear that sexy voice, or play the game and have him not pay any attention to my moans. Talk dirty to me only using gaming innuendos. Yes sounds, good I can definitely get into these. I chuckle. I'm no challenge for him. Can't be any fun for him. I have nothing to offer him. I won't snap chat, my pen name doesn't have tiktok, and I wouldn't send my nudes. Just some willing chick to talk dirty to and get off. I think if he reemerged I would need a new MO. A duty to be dominant, learn dominance, just for my mere sake of the foreplay; even for me it's no fun when someone is so compliant. Ending on "4-2-0" Kottonmouth Kings, Rollin Stoned is my favorite album. Until next fantasy, maybe a meeting, or a new muse...pull it to the side, keep it up & stay slow sexy. I needed a shower to work out my thoughts, I think better while wet. His message, just a weird gamer booty call? But 9AM on a Sunday, that would be weird. Years ago, I would be Taylor Swift pouting pressure to say the perfect thing to get me to first place; girl friend. Ha. Age and current status, nothing physical will happen; ain't no one trying to be main anything. This is just some hot fun stuff. So far mainly my fantasies for my writing. Instead in an anime 'uwu' voice, I've just found my favorite sex toy and I'm trying to figure out how I can painfully prolong foreplay this time, to have me cum quicker, harder and longer.
I sent a pic of the fancy couch he had given me. I took 3 or 4 pics of the couch. I couldn't decide. I had brown bagged a few different items on the couch. Message in plain sight. One picture had in the bag Giddyup Buttercup Head. Felt 'giddyup' was too obvious. Another was a brown bag of my fun troll gift. I, most of the time in my junk, carry just one roll of toilet paper-so when I'm killed by some asshole, that's all they'd get from me! Yeah the tp would be funny. But what I decided was a picture of his couch and brown bag with handcuffs. Yes maybe obvious but could have many connotations. It's very open ended. If it were me, I'd have to respond for whom? Handcuffs for myself or for him? Younger, I was the one handcuffed. My fantasy was to be tied up to the bed with enough lead to use the loo and that's it. Naked. Semi bound, restricted. I could still sit back and have the same fantasy. Which is why I did hesitate giving the pic. So basic for me. Handcuff me. Ok. Yawn maybe. But what if I envisioned him submitting. I always wanted to be taken care of, with confidence dominated. However dominating a young stud. He's used to being the man. Being in charge. The early days of us talking, game of course. I told him he was to help me with all of the other workshops. I know my game was wanting to keep him around longer even though at that second there was no sexual indication. Even though I felt an excitement for me telling this guy what he was going to do with me I also felt he caught his breath. Perhaps he was surprised. Yeah years ago I couldn't pull off domination. I was so worried about the guy, how he liked it, do I turn him on, am I enough, doing it right. Really dumb now that I think about it. But yeah I could dominate. This time around it would be about me. This fucking hot guy I get to use to make me cum. He's fucking hot. I'd have to lock him up and push him back on the couch. I want to slowly drink him in with my eyes. His hair. How is it going to feel between my fingers tugging gently? Well, he's there. Unable and unwilling to move. He's good. Sexy smile at me he can read my thoughts-he's giving me permission to play. My matching smile fades as I bite my lower lip. I tell him, "No. stop smiling." He obeys. Good dv. Oooh but I love hearing his voice. "Dv, address me as Miss Mich, yes? Do it now." In his delicious tone, "Yes. Miss." "No," I said, "not like that, say 'Yes Miss Mich' and now apologize." I suspect it was on purpose because he knows how much his voice turns me on. I'm having a flash of the movie "The Secretary". In his delicious tone, he may have not had a smile but his eyes were smiling, "Yes Miss Mich, I apologize Miss Mich." My breath quickens. Dominating is proving to be difficult. I'm fighting my urge to just start fucking him. My stomach drops. Who is in control really? The one handcuffed just waits, albeit wet or hard, but just has to wait. The one in control has to maintain their own control. I'm wet. I need a little tease for us. He's a good Dv. And I want to feel his hair. Tug on it. I speak slowly to keep my heavy breath in check, not letting him see how easily he's working me up just sitting there handcuffed, "Dv scoot back and sit upright." Telling him what to do is giving me tingles. "Yes, Miss Mich as instructed." He sits back on the couch. I walk with authority over to him, I hike up my skirt to make it easier for me to straddle him. Facing him I lift my left leg, thigh exposing, I place my knee down next to his right thigh. Feels good. Thick thigh. I place my right leg bent next to his left thigh. He has strong legs. The warmth of his legs is making me hotter. I lower myself down on the tops of his thighs. My thighs spreading more, I smell how wet and hot I'm getting. A sweet warm smell rising up from my moist panties. I take my left hand and lift his chin so he's watching me. Making sure his eyes are locked onto mine. I tell him, from now on he will address me and followed will be my questions in statement form. "Do you understand me Dv?" "Yes Miss Mich. I understand you." Damn he's good. Smart too. "Good Dv. Now Dv, can you smell how excited I am? His sexy eyes locked onto mine, he replies, "Yes Miss Mich I can smell how excited you are." My left hand still under his chin, I take my right hand and slowly slide my fingers in his hair. I start at his left side above his ear and nape of his neck. I then slide my left hand to his right side of head. Sliding both hands up toward his crown, I gently tug his hair tightly slightly pulling his head back ready to kiss his neck. His eyes close and I can feel him getting harder. "Dv, open your eyes." "Yes, Miss Mich I apologize, Miss Mich.' With a handful of his hair, I lean down towards his ear and firmly but softly tell him, "It's not necessary to address me more than once." "Yes, Miss Mich." I somehow in dim almost dark lighting can see and here his smile. My hot pussy now throbbing, needing him to be inside of me. I'm made aware of the amount of work this is putting on me. Keeping my cool under this pressure. Keeping it together is making it even more intense. I'm in control of me, all of this, he's to not know quite yet how badly I need to feel him deep inside me. I pull back so I can see his face. I want to now stare at his lips while he's handcuffed with me on his thighs. My breath quickens. His lips. A nervous smile escapes? He quickly apologizes. Nervous? Maybe a little. He's not used to this. He's usually in charge, take care of the woman, she gets off and he gets off. But now; here I am wanting to savor him while I fucking get to use him. Wanting to see his beautiful lips move with his sexy voice, I ask, "Dv are your arms and wrists comfortable?" "Yes Miss Mich, my arms and wrists are COMFortable." He emphasized 'comf' deeply. I will let it slide, but I know what he was doing. He wants me to kiss him. I need to kiss his lips. I need my eager mouth touching his. Wanting to explore. I bite my lower lip. Grab with my left hand under his chin, and his lower jaw, "Dv I know what you did. How you said that word. Apologize and say the word without emphasizing any letters." "Yes, Miss Mich. I apologize. I am comfortable." "Good Dv. Now again, are your arms and wrists comfortable?" My eyes are locked onto his mouth, my breathing is picking up pace. As I'm trying to control my breath and watch his fucking sexy mouth and hear his sexy voice he says, "Yes, Miss Mich. My arms and wrists are comfortable." Oh my god. This is a good one. I'm for sure gonna have to break me off something. This is too fucking hot. I don't think I can keep it together in a straight fashion with this on my mind. Don't think he's read any of these so I'm likely safe here but, this fantasy is in my head now. If he showed up in game and the second I hear his voice, I don't know how I could keep it together and with my hands out of my panties. I will explore more of this fantasy... fitting as I'm finishing this writing, The Weekend "Earned It" is playing. My Garden by Kottonmouth Kings~ Mood tonight?
I the last time I played I met some cool players. A few older guys, but actually they were there to play which was cool. I don't know, just not the same Fallout76 when people are so serious playing. Either too serious or serious ass munches taking workshops because they got a few hundred followers on their lame YouTube channel. For some reason being a jerk is cool. I kept jumping servers. But so annoyed I left all together. Then came a couple of illnesses, busy with school, and then Christmas. I'm not sure if I had mentioned about a message from Chill Bill, something about he was playing on his friend's PS4 trying to get his own 'cause he wanted to chill with me alone; "vibin" he said. Holidays coming up, and I had some health issues for a minute I was in no mood to try to vibe or chill with anyone. I was perfectly happy with my cbd, sativa girls and my side chick Kratom. I had no interest, no curiosity. However, no further communication from Chill Bill, I think I scared that one really fast, and I didn't do shit. We were playing a couple of times with his friend, maybe I laughed too much too softly? Maybe me calling him President. I'm smiling. He had a nice voice. But really don't remember. Speaking of nice voice, DV had crossed my mind a couple of times these past, counting on my fingers, nine months! Got me Juvenile, "Back That Azz Up" Can't fucking sit still to this song, slow twerk while sitting fighting the urge to stand up...fuck it...okay breathy now, but fun! Good to just stop and drop it like it's hot! That song is actually on my cardio workout playlist for a reason. Can't help but move. Okay. DV. I had thoughts. For a minute thought Chill Bill was DV, as I couldn't remember DV's voice so possible he could've played on another account. And Chill Bill was low level on FO76 his PS4 broke and he was playing on his friend's playstation. Possible, I mean would I recognize his voice? Big Pimpin' Jay-Z- oh Jack n Coke memories! We spoke only a handful of times, was that enough to imprint on my memory? Wondering. Wondering hard now. As I popped on today, a message was sent to me 6 days ago. Okay, maybe my female friend to wish me a Merry Christmas? Nope. DV. No words. Just a pic of his Welcome Home sign, and my Easter Egg I had left him...it was my real name on his sign. My way of saying, "I was here and had fun with you." Earned It (Fifty Shades of Grey) The Weekend (gonna need to loop this a couple of times) Perfect song to end this here. But. What does it mean? Testing the waters? Even as he ghosted, I had reached out to him a few times during these 9 months and not once was mine a closed door message; receptive. So can't be testing the waters. Or was it for me to fuck off, a finality? Nah, cause he would've just removed the letters to my name from his Welcome Home Sign. My stomach just dropped. It's a 'welcome'? Welcome. A greeting, a hello, to bring someone to a new situation to make them feel at ease. I can't help this dirty dirty smile, a smirk slowly crosses my lips...('screw you perfect...the way you work it' the song finishes). He planting? Stomach is still dropping. Thoughts swirling. Dripping. |
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AuthorReleasing some steam. You should want to know me, not just a woman with pent up passion. Oh yea and you should start this from the beginning. |