After dedicating February Photofest 2017 to the history of my seven years of blogging, I decided to do the A-Z Blogging Challenge 2017 in a similar way. Similar, not the same.
Yearning… a feeling of intense longing for something.
Sometimes I have a yearning, but not always for the same things. However, it seems what I yearn for tends to repeat in my mind. Almost every night when we go to sleep, I tend to think of something I yearn for. Sometimes those things are simple, sometimes more complex. Almost every night I fall asleep with those thoughts in my mind and I hope they carry over in my dreams. Sometimes they do..
There are many nights when we go to bed that I yearn for Master T’s fingers on my nipples. I have my moments when I hint on it, knowing full well that he will hurt me. Deep down that is exactly what I want, even when I tell him to be careful, to be gentle. The only time when I really don’t want it is when my nipples are tender due to my menopausal cycle. Then they are hard and painful and if he pinches them then, it’s too much to handle. It’s not always only fingers I yearn for. Sometimes I want to feel the bite of a nipple clamp or the more gentle pinch of a clothing peg.
Whether it’s a whip or a flogger, a paddle or a hand, sometimes I really crave a good whipping, a good spanking, a good paddling. This is something we can rarely do at home, but when we go to a hotel or have a play date with others, the implements come out and my bottom turns red.
I always yearn for a good fucking. I fantasize about it a lot, but when you ask me to tell you my exact fantasies, I can’t. I can never remember the details because I don’t tend to think in words, but in images. Several images are grouped together and what will take an hour to do, I can see in my mind’s eye in a second. That’s probably also the reason why I can never tell you exactly what my fantasies are, because I cannot put all of it in words. I can, however, write about them.
There are many other things I yearn for, like a really good erotic massage or being used by not one, but at least two men. My yearning spills over into my daydreams, but also sometimes into the dreams I have at night. And always into the stories I write and post here.
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