Mind Fuck

Good morning, my lovelies. I’m about to board a plane for Washington DC, but I promised this to a certain someone, and since I don’t know what the next few days will bring (hopefully restful nights sleeping naked in a king size bed with no chance of little boys discovering me), I wanted to offer you this now – because I said I would.

I crave a good mind fuck, but what does that mean?

It means that the words being spoken to me, texted to me, emailed to me cause a physical reaction.

It means that when I close my eyes, I can feel his hands, his tongue, his cock. The reaction is visceral. This is fantasy taken to another level. This becomes real in my mind.

It means that when he says, “I”m going to throw your legs over my shoulders and pound your cunt until you gush over my balls,” I can feel the blood surging to my clit. I can feel the fiery ache of my legs stretched in ways they aren’t used to. I can see the look in his eyes. I can truly feel his words.

It means that when he whispers in my ear all the deliciously dirty things he intends to do, my body reacts as if he was in the room with me. My eyes close. My back arches. My hips jut as if to give an invisible someone easier access.

Not just anyone can fuck my mind. It helps to know the feeling of his hands on my skin. It helps to know the reality of the words being spoken. But sometimes, if he’s just damn good with words, I don’t need all of that. My lion made me cum many times just with his thoughts, his words growled into my ear – and I never touched myself.

A mind fuck isn’t just a temporary thing. A true mind fuck stays with you for hours, maybe days. Remembering the words, the whispered promises of just what he wants to do, and believing that it will happen, can cause me to squirm in my seat hours later. A small memory, still lingering, can bring back the rush to my pussy.

It takes practice and hard work to fuck the mind of someone like me. You have to capture my imagination. You have to make me believe that your words could and will be true. You have tear down the internal walls that will keep you at arms length. You have to learn me, learn what makes me tick. And I believe, you have to want it just as much as I do.

But if you can master the power of the mind fuck with the one you want, you have tapped into a power that will surprise you in ways you can’t even imagination. From across great distances, you can turn a woman like me into a writhing, squirming, crying, panting bitch in heat who would do anything for even an iota of what you’re offering. Anything.

That, my friends, is a good mind fuck.