At the advice of a good friend, I meditate each night for five minutes, following along with a recording from a therapist. She has the best voice – soothing, melodic, British (I adore accents). Meditation isn’t for everyone, but it does calm me down in a way that I find surprising. And over the past few weeks, I find myself able to concentrate more during the day. Although the point of the meditation is to focus, and for me, I focus on my breath, I always find my thoughts wandering…
I love my legs over a man’s shoulders. The tightness in my muscles, the pounding in my cunt…Mmmmm…
Breathing. Deep breathing.
Ohhhh, when I spread my legs wide this morning after I came, the cool air felt so good. I wonder if I would like ice? Brrrr, it may hurt, though…ooohhhh, but I might like that…
Thought wandered. Breathing. Focus on the breath.
I want to look into a man’s eyes while my mouth is wrapped around his dick. The burning in my thighs, the pain in my neck from looking up at that angle…mmmm, the silky smooth feeling of a cock in my mouth. God, I love sucking cock, nibbling, kissing, licking. Choking, gagging…mmmmmm….
Shit. Breathing. In through the nose, out through the nose. Focus.
I want to be grabbed by my hair and yanked backwards. I want the pain in my head and the pain in my back. It makes me cry, but the fucking in my pussy always feels so good. I wonder how long I could hold a position like that (or be held, as the case may be)? God, hearing the growls of a man taking what he wants. Ohhhhh, that would be delicious. The bed would be soaked after that…mmmm, then I could sleep in a puddle.
Breathing, breathing. Oh, there are the bells. Guess we’re done for the night.
I am obviously meditating the wrong way!
I, too, do the focus on breath thing and, yes, it is a constant battle to bring my thoughts back to breath. Not usually THIS kind of battle, though.
Ice and cold things are wonderful, truly wonderful. A glass dildo that has been sitting in an ice bucket for a while – sigh…
I have never been brave enough to make my glass dildo extra cold. Just the coolness from it sitting out for a while is pretty shocking.
It doesn’t happen EVERY time I meditate, usually, my thoughts drift to my to-do list or what I want to do in the evening…tonight was something different…
I decided that an iced glass dildo would be very therapeutic. It was!
Yay!!!
Oh, you made me laugh! So I’m not the only one who has those thoughts.
Some days it’s not so bad, but tonight was ridiculous…I almost re-did the meditation, but I think it would have just been five more minutes of fantasizing…lol
I normally would fall asleep during mediation…however…
Not during my meditations…sleeping is impossible!
I would say so 😉
K, well that wasn’t give minutes really ? I was busy reading umm, I mean breathing through my nose yeah, that’s what I was doing. 😉 well written Ms. As always. I used to meditate but I find I wander way to much, so I do Tai Chi in the morning.
Cheers
B.
There were times when I actually remembered to breathe…and I think a couple of times I drifted to my to-do list…lol
sometimes fantasy can be the best meditation/relaxation…not sure this is the right advice coming from a future health therapist!
I did enjoy that particular meditation. 😉
I’m sure you did… I would ! 😉
My therapist once advised that I use masturbation to resist urges to binge eat. Why not?
Well, I’m not a binge eater, but I could see the benefits of that for myself. I say go for it!