Boys boys boys. You guys crack me up. First off I want to say thank you to all that take the time to read my blog. I'm glad you actaully find my story interesting enough to take the time out of your day to read it. Also- I love the feedback I'm getting- thank you for your e-mails. I enjoy hearing your comments and love hearing others stories. Speaking of comments- I've received numerous stating they like the images I create with words when it comes to BDSM. I don't think I'm all that great at writing kinky stuff- but hey- I try.
So I know recently my posts have been somewhat depressing and pretty much a downer. I know some of you login thinking "oh boy! Hmm, what's going on in that kinky girls mind today?" Then you log in and your reaction turns to "WTF! What is this- a damn diary?! What the hell happened to kinky Mariposa?" Well- she's back! hehe Yes I think we've established I'm "one horny woman". Oh- you have no idea! Oh- the things that go through my head during the day. But the odd thing- or maybe even kinkier thing- is that everyone that sees me on a day to day basis thinks I am this prim and proper, innocent girl. But they don't know I'm sitting there wondering how it would feel to be bent over the chair I'm sitting in and be spanked until my ass burns- while they sit there and discuss politics with me. Or that under my clothes I may be covered with bruises from rough touches and bites from the night before. That my knees are aching from being on them most of the night. Oh- they have no idea!
I figured I'd just write about the random thoughts that enter my head during a normal day- should be fun. In the morning while taking a shower I think the bench in my shower would come in handy for more than holding my own personal beauty supply store. (I have a bit of an issue with buying beauty products- ok so a major issue- I'm obsessed!) At least once a day at work I think of someone coming in and shoving everything off my desk and throwing me down on the desk and having their way with me. At the grocery store I may find the bagger cute as hell and look at his hands and wonder what they would feel like running all over my body and through my hair and pulling it- or spanking my ass. At dinner I may think about it being interrupted by a man bending me over the table and fucking me hard. At night as I try to fall asleep usually I can't because all I can think of is being bound and blindfolded while I'm slowly tortured with pleasurable touches and grasps and smacks. Yes- that's an average day for me :)
I hate to break it to all of you- I'm not going out with different dudes each night just to write kinky stories for everyone to read. Although that might be fun- that's not my life. Also- I don't know about it being different men all the time LOL. I want to find one that can deliver what they promised. I've been quite disappointed lately with all the big talk and when the time comes- they don't live up to what they said they were. Let's just say it has been a long time since I came from a man's touch! So I'm a little frustrated to say the least. Bad for me- but good for everyone else because that means kinky posts. hehe
