Mood:  flirty

My body may be at the pool, but my mind and soul are far, far away.  They are dreaming of and longing for fantasies and activities that touch each inch of my skin that is warmed by the warm sun.  The areas of my body that are hidden from the sun's rays, burn even hotter from an inner fire that rages within me. 

 I watch two butterflies and they play out the picture of an event in my life.  One butterfly chases the other, while he continuously flies away, just out of her reach.  She tries and tries again to catch him, wanting to mount him, own him.  She beats her wings faster and faster, her drive never faltering.  But he continues to flit away.  Not oblivious to her pursuit, but not ready to be caught. 

It's a beautiful day.  The sun is warm, the breeze is gentle.  My outer skin tingles, but my inner flesh burns.  Come here sweet butterfly.

Just what it says.  I was sleepless  last night. And the night before.  I'm getting incredibly restless. My body burns hot, and my thoughts circle around one desire.  I want you.  If we were animals, I'd be the predator and you the prey.  I'd hunt you in the night and feast upon your flesh.  It tastes better than any other I've ever placed between my lips. 

I miss your taste.

Mood:  amorous

Spent a night lying on the concrete, watching a million stars, more than I can ever see back home.  Bright stars, pale stars, flickering stars, shooting stars.  A romantic scenario, yes.

But, the physical core of me came to life, sparked quickly and soared to extreme heights. The stars inside me lit up and my internal fire is still burning white-hot.  Wishing for my animal partner to shoot his sparks inside me until I explode and squeal with pleasure. 

Those are the stars I dream of...  Tonight, I sleep alone, and dream those dreams... and reap the personal, physical rewards.

Mood:  on fire

I'm drunk today. Not inebriated with any alcohol or drug. Their effects pale in comparison to this natural high.  I'm drunk with desire, the desire for fuck -- the smell of fuck, the taste of fuck, the sound of fuck, the feel of fuck.

I'm swimming in fuck thoughts. They fill my head, making it pound with pressure.  I can't think of anything else.  Fuck images flood my mind, and the blood that flows through my veins carries the need to every tip of my body.  

I want good hard, utterly satisfying sex. I crave a partner whose passion for flesh matches my own. One who wants to eat and gorge on my juices, whowould suck my pussy lips anxiously into his mouth in his quest to suck my excretions down as fast as they flows from me.  One who will devour my ass with the same zest, sucking the inner tissues out of my asshole and into his mouth. One who will force his cock into my mouth with fervor, pushing it in and out of my lips, fucking my pursed mouth and watching pleasure fill my face as I'm overcome with the smell and taste of his scent. One who will struggle with the decision of releasing his seed into my throat for me to drink, or spraying cum onto my face and lips and neck and chest.  If he chooses to feed me his fuck, I'd expect him to suck the residue from my tongue, sharing in the taste and pleasure while his taste still lingers on my tongue.  If he shoots a wad on my lips nd chin, I'd expect him to watch it slide down my skin, down my neck and onto my titties, before he bends down to lick it slowly from my flesh. 

Eating and fucking.

Slurping and sucking.

Wearing the sweet, slick, heady scent of my mate.

It consumes me mentally and physically at times like these.  My hunger is raw and intense.  I'm drunk with need. 

Mood:  special

Once a month, some women experience a difficult time.  One that is gives them discomfort, sometimes even pain.  They endure mood swings, depression, or irritability and may cringe at the mess they must clean from between their legs. There's another breed that revels in the marvel that flows from their vagina.  A breed that is aroused beyond belief, beyond control when their pussy fills with added heat and fluids.  The female fucking breed.  There's a special breed of men who appreciate the added flavor, the stronger scent, the abundance of juices that are available for an enhanced sexual experience. The male fucking breed. 

Right now I need a man (or a woman, for that matter) who likes to eat a good, sloppy pussy.  One who would happily indulge in the slop of blood and slime that is sliding out of my cunt in a constant, heated, throbbing flow. The heat emitted from my pussy extends back to my asshole, and has caused both entrances to swell and become engorged from the increased circulation. It's a CONSTANT demand of my attention and keeps me from focusing on anything else.

For hygiene's sake and to function in public, I staunch the flow with a tampon.  But my real desire is to walk around nude with a little servant to lick the trickle of blood and tissues that run down the inside of my thighs.  When the flow becomes heavy, I stop and spread my legs, allowing him/her to clean me adequately, using whatever method necessary.  But the rule is that they are only allowed to use their body parts.  They may use their mouths and tongues to lick and suck as needed.  They may use their faces to wipe me clean.  They may use their hands and fingers to scoop large quantities of juice and flesh, cupping their hands and lapping from their hands or directly form the bowl of my cunt.  Either is acceptable.  If the blood runs over my pinched little asshole, they are expected to clean every particle.  None shall be trapped between folds of skin.  Men can use their cocks as swabs, women should use their pubic mound to soak up my bloodfuck. 

The beauty of it all is that my servant receives equal pleasure and arousal.  He/she loves to serve me.  Loves to eat and wear my special blend of fuck.