Communication: Breakdown

I have a yeast infection. The words already turn me into a sex goddess showering ricotta cheese like cum just dripping from my pussy. I can picture now all the women running towards me like the end of a long race or marathon. it's just that hot.

I fear that my blog is turning into the masturbation adventures instead of it's intended purpose, but if it wasn't for masturbation I probably wouldn't know that I had the infection to begin with. I once had it years ago when I was having lots and lots of hot lesbian sex with multiple partners, doing copious amounts of orgies and threesomes and attended sex parties on a regular basis. Thank goodness it wasn't herpes.

So there I was, getting off on my couch, fantasizing about being watched and fucking girls in the ass. Actually my fantasies as of late have been quite focused. Focused in a way that I am trying to deter myself from because it contains feelings and all that crap...but lately if i don't think about her, I don't cum.

I'm probing my brain for some hot new material...I wanted something different, something nasty and slutty and dirty and just plain wrong. Instead I went back in time, to when i was around 12 or 13. I had been playing with a neighborhood boy who was a little bit younger than me. We would ride our bikes, go to the park, play on the swings. Sometimes we would hang out at his house and play Nintendo which was so cool to me at the time since I didn't own one.

He was Korean, as many families who lived in the area were. He hardly spoke a word of English and was generally quiet and well-mannered. I'll never understand why we had a connection the way we did at the time because of the language barrier, but we made it work.

Sometimes, when it got dark, we would sneak into an old rickety tool shed in his backyard. It was painted white but with years of neglect, the paint was chipped off and it resembled something more found in a horror movie than surburbia. There was no light inside with the exception of the remaining light of the day peeking through a single window and as we stood inside trying to hide from unsuspecting adults, we somehow got turned on and began to masturbate. We did this on a few occassions and it was at this point in my life where I discovered my fetish. I would taunt, i would tease, I would order him around. I would say things like touch it, do it faster, Faster, FASTER! I would tell him to watch me, I would dig both hands in my crotch and rub with a pressure harder then when I would grind my pussy on my bedposts late at night while my parents were sleeping.

All the while I'm imagining this, imagining that instead of a boy, it is a beautiful curvy woman. Instead of adolescence, she is my age or older. She rides her hand with such fervor and such passion that I lose control. The faster she plays, the faster I thrust my crystal wand deep inside my pussy. The crazier she get's in her cum soaked heat, the wider the butt plug I pop into my ass. At this point my magic wand is on the highest level and my breathing is out of control. "Oh fuck yes I'm fucking myself" I scream out...i like to talk dirty to myself when I am close, probably is why I started this blog in the first place. "Yes, I'm getting close, oh fuck yes i'm such a dirty fucking whore, fuck me harder HARDER!" At this point my screaming, my fantasies, my whole being comes to a close. I scream, but this time everything comes crashing inwards, my body convulses, my torso lifts itself up involuntary, and it subsides...but just a little. As my pussy contracts, I pull out my crystal wand and the cum is so thick that it leaves a trail. I look down at my pussy and it is reminiscent of a porn star's pussy after numerous rounds of deep thrusting.

Except that my cum is creamy white...and the next day after masturbating, it was thicker. Then the lovely itch came a few days later followed by my period. I have a yeast infection. ugh.