Thinking of You

I often wonder what you look like, sitting there at your computer, reading my blog.

Do you read me at work? That intrigues me - the idea that you'd read an explicit sex blog while at work, your excitement at reading my words presumably intensified by the wickedness of it all, of dipping into my blog when there's a chance of being discovered, of being caught reading, sexually aroused, deliciously erect. Maybe you fantasize about what might happen if someone caught you . Do you masturbate right there at your desk? Maybe you read enough to arouse you, and then find somewhere relatively private where you can bring yourself to a orgasm. Is that what you do? I'd love to know.

Maybe you have a laptop - do you read my blog in bed? Do you take me to bed with you? Do you imagine I'm there in bed with you, caressing you, touching you, stroking you, fucking you? Do you lay down when you're reading? Do you lay back and masturbate as you read my words, finding just what you need to take you there, cuming gorgeously. Do you think about me, thinking about your cock deep inside me, wanting to cum deep and hard in my pussy, filling me up, spurting all your cum again and again inside me. I wonder about these things - it turns me on deliciously to imagine you, thinking about you reading, thinking about how aroused you are.

Maybe, like me, you have a computer at your desk at home. Are you alone when you read my blog? Or do you have a partner, maybe you read secretly when she's out, or in bed, bringing yourself as quietly as you can to an intense orgasm, hoping you won't be discovered? Or maybe you live alone, or have your own private room, and can lazily explore the archives as long as you like, getting yourself hotter and hotter, until you cum, hard, any way you want to. Is that what you do? Are you naked at your computer .

I'd love to discover you like that. I'd love to find you there, wanting me, needing me, masturbating gorgeously, reading my words, touching yourself. I'd want to watch you play, to watch you cum... loving how good you look, loving how my words turn you on.

I'd love to bend over your sofa right now... maybe tying my wrists behind my back, my skirt up around my waist, and you'd thrust your cock deep inside me from behind, your cock sliding all the way into my dripping wet pussy. You'd be so turned on from reading my words, from being discovered masturbating - maybe you'd want it rough - I know you like to think about that sometimes.

I love that...I love know how I turn you on. Please let me know how your feeling when you read my words. i need to know as it helps me bring myself to pleasure.