BJ Practice
Practicing my blowjob skills like a good girl and taking pictures for pervy thrills, seems to have brought back my writing mojo as well
Tag: Rosie has a wank
Elaborate Self-Pleasure Session
H’mm, what am I going to do with you? Clamps on your nipples first, I think. On all fours, and…
Magic wand
Ouchy ouchy menstrual cramps. What’s a girl to do? Oh look, a handheld massage wand, how convenient. I’ll press it…
Me time
Making the most of some time alone
Being Filled
My current favourite wank-fantasy is about being filled. Stopped up. Crammed. Brim-full. Unnfff.
In which I elaborate on the epic wank I had last night
It was so damn hot, I just have to share
Handsfree
I was feeling pretty terrible, my mind playing tricks and my body protesting against the sudden withdrawal of my head meds, so I went back to bed in the middle of the daytime, fully intended to sleep off the symptoms.
As I snuggled into my pillow-piled nest, I realised I wasn’t sleepy. Perhaps a little solo play session would help me feel better. I explored the idea behind closed eyelids; would it? Contemplating the possibilities of my toy collection, a spark of arousal began to glow – I realised that already I felt less sick, less headachy, less despondent. Worth a try then.
A week of denial
It’s been three days since I had an orgasm and while I’m not yet at the point of desperation; I’m wandering around in a permanent state of low-level arousal with kinky mind-porn playing almost continually in the back of my mind. (More so than usual, that is).
Solo Hotel Room Romps
You’ve done a lot of wanking in hotel rooms. Those one-night trips away for work, from the same anonymous chain hotels transplanted across the cities of England to the occasional quirkily unique independent hostelry; upon entering your chamber, the first thing you look for is masturbation possibilities. Full-length mirrors? Underfloor bathroom heating? A tiny slice of viewpoint within which a glimpse could be caught from the outside world? Perhaps a comfortable chair on which to sprawl, loose-limbed and wanton; imagining hands, eyes, tongues upon you?
Gorgeous
She steps into view and-
oh, hel-lo gorgeous
-for she is, truly.
Often a source of displeasure, tonight her appearance sparks joy across my synapses. Luminous, carefully made-up dark eyes peer anxiously before widening with delighted recognition.
she sees