I had a dream...

...this morning. Sweet, sweet dreams of mine.

I was down in my mothers basement to pick something up when a sudden urge to masturbate hit me. For some reason I decided to remove all of my clothes and go into the food cellar, but while doing that I catched a glimpse of a woman heading down the stairs. I quickly tried to lock the door to the cellar I was in but as usual in dreams it wouldn't. Soon there after I could hear her outside, looking for me, asking if someone was there. I was naked and nervous and keept staring at the hatch - that I finally been able to lock - and wondering when she would give up. Much to my surprise the door suddenly opened and a , to me unknown, young woman looked at me with much satisfaction. Apparently she had well known I was there and what I was doing. Blushing I tried to explain myself - that she had startled me and for some reason I had to take off my clothes but now I was leaving the basement so bye, bye.

Thankfully enough she let me out of the cellar but as dreams go I soon found myself in another basement room, filled with people (two to three women and one man) all out to get to me and my body. At this time my embarrassment had reached high levels but I started to realise that it was a sex dream. I was still desperatly trying to cover my body and to find an way out of the basement but as the people slowly moved towards me I got hornier and hornier by the second. The man was stood just a few feet away from me, with his hand reached out to touch my pussy. My eyes kept moving from person to person, I was nervous, horny and badly wanted for him to touch me. The scene was frozen for a few minutes, as to prolong my lustfilled torment. Then I gave in and took eye contact with him, instantly bringing him close enough to touch my pussy, giving me what I had wanted the entire dream. I remember it so vividly, his fingers caressing my lips and making me so incredible horny.

Around here I woke up, immediately reached for the lube and started masturbating. How can one not when the dream were so filled with sex and lust. For once my thoughts were strictly on the dream, thinking about vanilla sex all the way until orgasm. For me that is rather unusual. But the sweet mixture of embarrassment, exposure and the others desire for my body was and is enough to make me come.

Shortly after my boyfriend got home from his workout and I realised he had one hour before starting work. It was a easy task getting him to understand what I wanted and since I already done the prework it didn't take us long to be happily fucking. With me riding him we did a real quickie, which was needed due to the time.

I gotta say, I started this day in the best possible way. I think this will be a lovely weekend, so much fun planned!

Bukakke

I swallowed sperm last night.

Right there and then I gave myself a promise that I wouldn't have to do that again. I dont care who might think its compulsory to swallow when having sex or if its impressive to love sperm. You know what, I can swallow. But if there is a option, I won't do it. I don't like sperm, not the taste nor the consistency and since when does sex mean doing stuff one strongly dislikes. I've done it countless of times and now my common sense caught up with my frantic desire to impress everyone and told it "Bad frantic desire!".

This is not so much about sex (except that I got to tell everyone I got fucked last night...) as it is about me growing up and becoming wiser. Certain insights hit me from time to time and I seem to grow stronger and more confident after realising them. I will still struggle at times but the base knowledge is there, I don't have to impress everyone I meet. Go me.

Girl in sight, ohoi!

It seems to me that I've been hitting on a girl lately.

I'm not sure if I'm being serious with it or if I just enjoy teasing her. She has the cute tendency to blush at everything I say, making her very tempting. She also brings out my dominant side. Thoughts of watching her squirm under my hands are reoccuring.

Jewelry

Well what do you know, found this one at Chagrin and this must be what they look like!

My neck

Getting my neck stroked is to me very erotic and will most likely turn me on. Now, being the naughty, perverted girl I am, I also enjoy being strangled. Partly it's my sensitive neck, partly it's the struggle for air but mostly I would say it's the act of giving up control to my partner that turns me on.

I've never been strangled enough to actually loose my breath and I have no wish to experience that. See, I do have my limits.

A gentle touch of his hand, slowly caressing my vulnerable throat. The other making it's way down my chest and in under my bra. As he pinches and plays with my nipple the grip of my throat fastens and my breathing gets heavy.

On another note.

My boyfriend tried to seduce me today, yay on that!

Sadly we failed to have sex due to a cat who just couldn't understand why I didn't wanna cuddle with him right then...

Home, sweet home.

Back home at the gray everyday life.

At least that's what I thougt as the bus took me closer and closer to home earlier today. Thankfully that was just a bad mood passing over as I soon realized it's good to be back!

So to sumarize the awesome weekend:

-Met interesting people, both normal and perverted ones. The café meeting on sunday were really cool and it was relaxing to meet people my age who are as, or even more, kinky as me. To be able to talk freely about what ever struck my mind was great. Of couse, I think everyone was a bit shy and nervous, the laughters were there but maybe a bit to loud. But overall the atmosphere was good and Im looking forward to going again. Sometime during the sumer. Shouldnt stretch the hospitality of my friend to much and I really shouldn't afford a 300sek bus ticket twice a month.

-Spent time with two of the cutest guys I know. We watched movies, read great books and played computer games. Also, did I mention they both look good? Hello yaoi fantasy!

-Had one, but only one, hell of a session. It was painfull and wonderful. I got gagged, tied, whipped, beaten, bitch slapped (that was new actually, it hurt!), fucked, made to beg and drooled lots. I've actually come to like the drooling part. Before I just thought what a inconvenience it was but lately I've realized the humiliation in it. To helpless to even be able to stop drooling. Welcome sweet emotions. Also, got the hardest fuck in my life so far. Anal. Almost made me come without clitoris stimulation.

As I was going home I came to a conclusion. I will need to get a master closer to home. One who combines the feelings I had for my sumer crush with the knowledge and brutality from my play pal. I can not go on like this. The frustration of not being able to live out my submissive side is actually a heavy burden. Volunteers please sign up!

Apparently sharing what happened during my weekend in Stockholm with my boyfriend will get me laid by him! Inspired by my play pal he choked me, hit me, pulled my hair and in the end, gave fisting a good try. Perfect to end a monday with.

Ouchie

The outside of my throat hurt.

Wonder if Im coming down with something or if it was all that mouth fucking yesterday.

Also, I can't wear a sweater without it pressing down on my sore collar bones.

The real thing

I wish the session last night would have been filmed. I imagine I was quit a sight.

Hands tied behind my back. Breasts tightly tied and whipped. Makeup smudged. Drool hanging from my mouth. Tears running from my eyes. Kneeling and begging him to fuck my mouth.

What I appreciate the most about him is that he's so evil it makes the whole thing real. I don't have to "act" to look scared, or pretend I want to get away from the punishment. I am scared, I would do anything to get away from punishment. Someone else wondering if I'm really sane? Cause while Im there suffering I wonder that.

But afterwards I feel good. It is as it should be. And I want to do it again. Cause underneath all the pain I acctually enjoy the feeling of the whip. I get turned on by the way I imagine I look. Unable to protect myself I lean against him, seeking protection in his arms as soon as he allows me, giving comfort at the same time as he hurts me. A sweet mixture.

How an interesting subject for discussing. The friendliest person you could imagine, turned evil and enjoying my pain. Haha, and this the Swedish National Board of Health and Welfare declared to be sane just now. Truly an impressive decision to be able to see beyond the surface of pain.

Friday

So far the weekend is shaping up nicely. Asides from the macbook dying on the trip down, effectively keeping me from seeing the end of Madagascar 2, everything has been tip top.

-Ive been beaten.

-Eaten sushi.

-Watched nerdy movies with extremely interesting people.

When I packed my clothes I didn't really consider I had to bring clothes that would cover up eventual marks. So now I'm stuck with marks and clothes that will show them. But you know what, I love my marks!

For now I will scurry off to bed, or rather sofa.

Johnny Depp

I generally don't give a crap about celebrities but this one get's all my engines going. Specially in the character of Jack Sparrow. This picture is a mixture of himself and Sparrow, and it hot. I'm extremely weak for this kind of style and look in a guy so a photograph like this is yummie. Ah, I have no particular point with this post.

Just. Look. Drool. Wipe the drool up. Rinse and repeat.