Another day, another email.
“My dearest slut,
Today you will wear your medium metal plug as you go about your daily activities. You may only remove it once to reapply lube it, so make sure prepare well. You will also wear your silicone chastity cage. Leave they key at home.
I gave her 5 minutes. 5 minutes to pick out a toy she liked, any toy, but she had to pick one that I’d be happy with. She knew the consequences of picking poorly.
“Coming upstairs? There’s laundry to put away.”
Sometimes, it’s not even sexy. Or at least it doesn’t seem that way to start. Sometimes, it’s casual. It starts with a grope here, or a remark there.
“Give me a few minutes. I need to finish this paragraph whilst my brain is working.”
I know why you’re going upstairs, and it’s definitely not to put laundry away – it’s to prepare. Even though the laundry desperately needs to be put away, even though the laundry is all over the floor, and the bed. You’ve gone upstairs with your own agenda.
Fuck Me Out of My Funk This is my first ever post for Masturbation Monday, and it’s the first erotica post I’ve published on this site. I’m only a tiny bit nervous … go easy on me in the comments! __ Sometimes you know what’s caused it. Sometimes you come home, and find me watching horror movies. The only time I watch horror is when my brain shuts down; when I don’t want to do anything but sit, and feel numb. You see that look upon my face, so you sit by me, and whisper dirty words into my ear.…
Or, ‘what to do when you can’t physically masturbate’. (But that wasn’t as catchy.) I’m currently bed bound, in the midst of what’s known as a ‘flare’. My muscles ache, and my joints creak. When I move different parts of me hurt from my head, all the way down to my toes. And, as to why I’m telling you all this … I’m horny. Not in a fleeting ‘oh it would be nice to have an orgasm way’, but in a honest to god ‘no orgasms for two weeks, teased to the brink way’ horny. You see, when I’m sick I masturbate. It’s the thing to do when sick…