Can’t Always Get What You Want.
I was horny all day long yesterday. The kind of low-buzzing horniness that puts a secret little smile on your face. The kind of horny that makes you pull your jeans higher than was even fashionable in the 80′s so you can rub against that hard seam in the crotch. The kind of horny that makes you call up your man at work so you can inform him that you plan on molesticating him when he gets home.
Any other day that I’m NOT horny, Master is home by 4 or 4:30-ish.
On the day that I’m practically leaving a slimy snail trail behind me everywhere I go, he’s not yet home by 5. Or 5:30. Or 6.
He got home at 7. Dead-ass tired. He looked like Droopy Dog, the poor guy.
Too bad, so sad, Domy Dude. I needed some. Over dinner I reminded him that I was gonna fuck him and he propped an eyelid open with his fork, snorted, and told me that he’d likely sleep through the entire thing.
I shrugged. I didn’t care if I had to rig up his tool o’ pleasure with popsicle sticks and zip ties, I was getting some, dammit.
When, less than an hour after eating and a full two hours before bedtime, he announced he was going to bed, I popped right up and started buttoning up the house. The dishes could wait til morning. I had things to DO. I figured I could start out with a nice, soothing full body massage and if my cunt just so happened to slip and fall on his dick? My bad. He always says not to start what I can’t finish… so… I’d be obligated to see it through, right? Right!
And then his cell rang. And I practically heard the door to my fuckfest slam shut.
You know what I hate about his job? Even when he’s not on call, he’s on call. Because whoever is on call will just end up calling him anyway. Bastards.
So I was sitting on the steps dejectedly watching him put on the work gear he’d JUST taken off when he reached out and tugged on my pouty lower lip. “Awww. You look so sad. You really that desperate?”
I nodded, all sad and shit. “Use your toys. Go to bed. Don’t wait up.”
Well, boo.
I hate going to bed when I know he’s tired and sore and still working cuz I feel hella guilty, so, instead, I washed the dishes. Did a load of laundry. Set the coffee pot for morning. Packed his lunch. Took a shower. Gave myself a mani-pedi, decided I didn’t like the color, took it off and repainted.
I’d put some slut-red on first because Master likes slut-red, but then I decided I wasn’t much feeling like a working-the-corner-girl so I opted instead for a barely-there, pale pink that is more iridescent and shine than actual color. That suited me. It looked fleshy… and wet… and pink… and wet… and horny…
By midnight, I figured even if he did come home right then, he’d be so wiped that not even popsicle sticks would hold the poor guy’s dick upright. And I figured I’d pushed the boundaries of “don’t wait up” just about as far as I could push them.
So, I watched some porn on the net and masturbated. A girl has needs, you know!
And it sucked. The porn sucked, the vibrator sucked, being alone sucked, the whole thing just sucked. Worst. Orgasm. Ever.
Bah.
And tonight is probably not going to be any better. He got home somewhere around 2am, and was up at 5am, back to work by 6. He probably won’t get home until 6 tonight and then I expect he’ll go crash.
I don’t remember him coming home at all, though he says he talked to me. He said he told me to open my mouth, which I apparently did, and then he told me to go back to sleep. When he was telling me about it this morning and I asked him why he told me to open my mouth, can you guess what he said?
Oh come on. This is an easy one.
“Because I can, cunt. It amuses me to watch you obey, even in your sleep.”
Do you ever feel like a puppet on a string?
Yeah. Me too.
Which, yanno, kinda MAKES ME HORNY.
So I’m still horny, obviously. Desperately so, as a matter of fact. I’m still grinding against the seam of my jeans. I have vibrated my clit to the point of tender numbness yet I’m not even coming close to touching that deep internal itch that is somewhere up in the folds of my cunt.
Somedays, a girl just needs a good dicking.
Today is that day- and I am that girl.
Pray for me, would ya? I may spontaneously combust out of pure sexual frustration.
Uncategorized | kaya | 
April 27, 2010 12:25 pm
I have needed a good dicking for over a year! You get my sympathy and prayers but I’m praying for myself at the same time.
FYI Im finally getting my wisdom teeth pulled
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Theresa,
That’s going to suck. From personal experience, just let me say, if you get ice cream, don’t get rocky road.
Dave
Kaya,
That’s one of the things that makes him so good, he’s just that reliable and dependable. It does suck, though, to be one the short end of that wonderful trait.
Dave
PS prayer’s been sent up.
hey you get absolutely no sympathy from me…
do you have any idea how long it has been since i got “dicked”???
nahhhhh no sympathy from me.. my vibrator is my best friend these days.. so suck it up buttercup and join the club –
(at least you know your “dry” spell will end soon)
(cheeky grin)
morningstar
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Oh dear… you know i’m in the same club as morningstar but i’ll send you some prayers so your man will gain unlimited human power and can give you some boom boom! -giggles-
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Our “horny” seems to be out-of-whack too. We’re under tons of pressure from all around us and it seems like one of us will be all randy and willing and smirky-like and the other one is horrified…”Are you freakin’ kidding me?” No lie, it’s weird.
I will add my prayers for you to be properly penetrated soon. There is nothing better than a good pounding for a sub, I always say. *nods vigorously*
Oh, here’s something to hopefully make you grin; I went to get mah boobies smashed today, you know, a mammogram, which I have to get EVERY YEAR NOW, btw, GAH!
So the tech is all solicitous and careful, pulling my tit this way and that, “Now, bring your arm around here, that’s right, does that feel okay? This might pinch a little…hold your shoulder back a bit, there…now, are you comfortable?” *anxious tone* “Okay, I’m going to lower the plate…is that okay? A little more, is that all right?” etc…
And it was all I could do not to blurt out, “Lady, do you have ANY IDEA what my breasts have been through at the hands of my owner/husband/lover? THIS IS NOTHING!! NOTHING I TELL YOU! I LAUGH AT YER FEEBLE ATTEMPTS, MWA HA HA!”
I mean, Dan’s never done the stuff I see in your pics that you’ve had done to you and the tacks in teh bra and all that but my poor girls have been MAULED and mauled WELL over the years!
A couple of faggoty tugs, then being squeezed between a couple of plates? Fffhhhpppt! Who cares?
But I looked over at the sign posted that said, “Are you in an abusive relationship? Remember, no one has to go through that, speak up, that’s what we’re here for”, so I bit my lip and kept my real feelings to myself; just nodded that I was okay.
‘Cause there would be no way she would have understood my enjoyment of such things. Nooooo wayyyyyy. *grins*
I’m coming up on needing my first mamogram and I’ve been wondering if it’ll even phase me. I’m thinking it won’t. I’m thinking I might ask if they can press it just a wee bit harder. Hee. Wonder what they would say?
I was tempted to say just that, I was! “Can you press a little harder, please?” Just to see her eyes explode, heh.
And don’t worry about the mammogram, I know everyone wonders and worries a little before they get one. Yeah, it pinches a little here and there and it’s slightly uncomfortable but like I said, anyone who has had their boobies mauled about sexually the way you and I have, it’s nothing. I mean, it’s not fun, either, it’s just…meh, so what? Boring, really.
I do suggest you not look at your boob, though. You will want to very badly, but try to resist. It’s very odd looking and rather disturbing, I thought, and I wish I hadn’t looked my first time. Just FYI. (I had someone tell me that before my first and I ignored her advice, lol)
Amber,
You do realiae that now she’s cursed to look, don’t you? It’s like telling the Sultan that the carpet will fly so long as you don’t think of elephants.
Dave
Dave, very true! But maybe Kaya will be the first one not to do it. ‘Cause everyone sez not to, then pretty much we all do it anyway, out of female curiosity or whatever…so she can be a Rebel!
So been there… in fact, am there. And no real relief in sight. And my Master has one of those special phones, one that anybody at his work can call and yank his chain. He calls it his long leash. He has literally stopped mid-fuck to answer the damned thing… and then left me there… half done, legs wide and eyes disbelieving… as he shrugs pulls on his pants and heads out to fix some… some… some… there are no words to express the loathing I have for that damn phone.
Hope you get some soon… hell I hope I get some soon.
x
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Glad it ain’t just me. Haven’t gotten laid in like a week. Only prob is with all the shit goin on – I’m not even horny. THAT bothers me, especially here lately. Figure about the only way I’m gonna get over it is if I get my hands on him but there’s no tellin when that’s gonna be at this rate. -sniffle-
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Ummm, about 11am-ish today, or thereabouts, I was face down, bent over my bed getting the best rear-cunt fucking evah from Master in my bedroom.
We both needed it…BAD.
So, I feel for ya. I do.
No. Seriously.
I do!
[rq=2817500,0,blog][/rq]Whatever happened to helping people feel better?
You know what you are? You’re a gloater! Mean. Just plain mean.
I remember my Ex sleeping through a good F-cking session.
Then the heart attack happened the the heart doctors told me no more Viagra, so no more F-cking.
Now they tell me ok to use V, but no more sub
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“…leaving a slimy snail trail behind me everywhere I go…” Yuck! This reminded me of why I was gay! Still love your blog though.
Heh. I like to create a vivid picture.
Yeah- i been that way all week- and the universe has cock blocked me at EVERY turn- even today.
now i gotta go 5 more before He gets another day off.
waaaaaaaaaaah!
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i wish i had more sympathy for you. But speaking from the perspective of the girl who NEVER (read: literally never) gets any… boo hoo
I don’t get sex now unless it’s of the baby making variety, meaning, ovulation week, but at least that’s the week when I’m horny enough to bend nails with my teeth.
Good Luck on Gettin’ Some. See if he obeys in his sleep… I’m interested. :p
Love, Kitten
“See if he obeys in his sleep… I’m interested”
Ha! I don’t have a death wish yet.