Another jiu jitsu triangle. My face is almost inside her pussy and worse … she is pushing my head harder into her sweaty shorts and I know it is over. I have to tap out. So I do. Loss #5000 in a row. “Again” my coach says with everybody watching me. I slap Rita’s hand and start to dream again just before we fight. This time I am thinking about her name … Rita … so close to our ladyboay Arita’s name … and I think wow I wish I could fight Arita instead. Then I start to think about the session last night with Arita and Mark and me and how Mark shouted out in the middle “oh my …
I want to pleasure you. I want to make you cum. I want to show you how good I am at worshipping you with my tongue. I I I I You see the common denominator here? Those are three copy and paste remarks from my emails to here in this story … and I’ve done so to make a point. That point being … the space between how most men percieve a sexual act and I how I percieve it are so far apart they might as well exist in separate parallel universes. To perhaps give you a better perspective on the subject let me pose this question to you : Does a gynecologist go home and dream about eating …
Since my blog is a conduit into the thoughts of your Mistress , I thought that in lieu of an official story you’d enjoy a peak into some of my email correspondance , as the first thoughts which pass through my mind after reading a fresh session request are some of the purest. So how do I actually follow through on emails? Perhaps we’ll start there. I read it , usually while sipping on “morning” coffee which for me remember is mid afternoon right after I’ve woken up. Usually my legs are propped up on my bed under a pillow while my weary arm is draped over the headboard and i’m grabbbing the first sip of my Nescafe instant roasted …