Tired of my hand. Tired of myself. Tired of my loneliness.
My silent screams, my bucking hips, my flowing pussy – I’m tired of it all. Finding my own pleasure is priceless. Being reminded of my isolation renders the pleasure meaningless.
I want to be driven to the edge. I want someone to hold on to when I dive off the cliff. I want someone to marvel in my body and my body’s responses. I want to be fucked beyond reason. I want to be licked, sucked, nibbled, yanked, pulled, pushed, bitten, fingered, used.
I want the dream. I’m tired of the reality.
I understand. The reality isn’t enough, but ive resigned myself to it. Hopefully you get your dream…
Or I stop dreaming and start living in the real world…I don’t really like that option, either…
No, I’d rather dream a little.
Living in a sexless marriage for the past 3+ years has taught me to enjoy pleasuring myself, escape in it, embrace the pleasure for what it is. Granted I had my moments where I was where you are….but there is nothing wrong with self love…if it helps you learn to love yourself. I feel your pain though.
Thanks…I get frustrated (hehe, no pun intended) sometimes…last night wasn’t a great night, but today is better!
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