I have 28 days left before I see him for the first time.
I have 28 days to wonder whether or not I will 'last' and not be tempted.
I have 28 days to enjoy my imaginative and gorgeous play alone just imagining him.
I have 28 days to wait until the date! The date that must be the longest arranged date in history!!!!
Last night I watched lovely dirty porn...alone...but I was in the mood...and it did not disappoint.I did need to move my damp thighs apart a little and then caress and feel the warmth therein.
I was so turned on I felt the hardness of my clit and the pulsations deep within and pushing downwards making me want to burst, to explode. Hips rocking and shuddering, thighs tight and strong holding the sensation as the beautiful wetness seeped out, like my stifled moan seeped out as I gripped my hair, caressing my head.
Waiting for my beating heart to cease before slinking under the marital duvet,pictures of lovers holding me,stroking me.
G called this evening...a pleasant chat actually...on his way home for a long weekend...his texts resumed earlier this week. Not many. But enough for me to know G-inc is pining for some sexy sex...but, it won't work and there is no passion left for him. Yet we talked a little and his main concern was the success of The Return as he remembered vividly scars on my wrists resting above my head, before they healed. I disturbed him. He is happy I am being treated like a 'human being.'
It was a conversation that I ended calmly...but smiling and polite and comfortable.
I called in the skittish colt today and expressed concern over her unprofessionalism. Her inexperience speaks volumes. She was cowed and uncomfortable. Her childish silence for the rest of the day did not move me.
Again my strength has been commented on and again I feel almost undeserving of that praise and faintly remember a broken girl some weeks ago....I keep looking forward. On and on.
I have such huge yearnings for passion...I feel I will burst.
