I got my way as fucktard’s Winnie the Pooh clock is ???, however, he supposedly advised her that she can have it back. Goodie. A child must have her toys back. When I advised her that Winnie had to go, snot cloth asked him if she could look into his bedroom as he keeps his door shut. Although he said sure, he found it strange. He was NOT aware of what I said to her so of course she was looking to see if her clock was there. It was, but it isn’t anymore. NOPE. At this point I told him about my telling her Winnie had to go. Ha ha made you look! LMAO What the dumbass should have been looking for was my sex toys, my slippers under his bed, my bathrobe on the back of his bedroom door, my toiletries and skin softeners in his sink box, my liquid soap, scrunchie, shampoo and conditioner in the tub stand, and my blue electric toothbrush in his medicine cabinet. Let me not forget to mention my shoes, sneakers, clothes, boots, and purse that are within his closets. Did I also forget to mention my pots and pans? Nah. Had she done that, he would have popped her I believe or at least tossed her to the curb. Wait...that is where garbage goes away.
Enough about the snot cloth and more about the Dragon. I was dead late getting there as there was traffic up the yin yang. Knowing that I was running late and he likes to eat by a certain time, I decided to forgo a piss and gas stop. Not for anything, but I should have stopped. When I reached the 27 mile point, I called him to advise him that I would pick him up and we would go to Pizza Palace as they close at midnight and I was dying to eat there and we had plenty of time to pick it up together. Unfortunately, I was not going to make it due to the funneling of four lanes into one on the Tappan Zee Bridge. I had called to advise him that as I had moved only 1 mile in 40 minutes, he best eat without me or something as we were not going to make it to Pizza Palace. Being tired and bitchy, I was snapping at him like an angry Chihuahua thus an argument ensued over dinner. Anyway, to make a long story short, wait...I have to make it a bit longer as he did not have his motorcycle to get around. Because he did not have his motorcycle, this loveable man got a taxi and went and bought us a pie. A sweet call came through to say he bought it and he wondered if he should wait for me. Isn’t that considerate? Myself being considerate, I advised him to eat as it would be pointless to wait. Even more kind hearted, he only ate a bit so that when I got there, we were able to eat together.
Eating allows for the mouth to do wonderful things, but so does sex. Sex should always start off with a good blow job...deep throat and/or licking and sucking balls only to glide my tongue the length of his shaft and take him whole. Oh yes! Mind you, if I had my way sex would always start off with me being a cock sucker, but I don’t always get my way. It didn’t take him much to get a massive hard on and that pleased me to no end. Actually, what really pleased me was the number of wonderful contractions as he entered my hole. It is so intense for me I holler, buck and shutter thus unintentionally pushing him out. This meets with him telling me to “open up” in a rich deep voice that makes me spread ‘em wide even if only for a second as I can’t stop cumming.
The nipple claw: Delightful nipple torture makes me dance and scream in delight to which I can even cum and have cum. A funny instance occurred when during a play flight he slapped my breast whose nipple had been delightfully sore only this slap hurt hurt in a non-delightful way. This is not to say that nipple torture does not hurt as it does, but... So, after the slap I said something to the effect that he hurt my nipple and not in a good way. Since when is pain good? Masochist? Why yes.
Sometimes I can’t sleep even when I take my knock out pills. I therefore have pills that go above the knockout pills and leave me gonzo. I had to take them one night, but when he went to wake me in the morn, I was like a soggy noodle. This soggy noodle was only made to rise because he fucked me awake. He should have fucked me to sleep...oh wait...he did that on other night.
How wonderful it is to wake to find that your man has gone to the trouble of getting the stuff together to make your morning coffee before he goes to work? I find it just too sweet. He is just too sweet. I love you Master Sugar Dragon Sir!
Being that I have been a good slave girl, I trust you will stop my punishment of having pussy hair that I hate. A lovely pussy shave is in order.
Ring the bell as the slave girl is cumming! ~ April 18, 2012 @ 10:48 p.m. EST
