Let’s talk about sex, baby…
Do you really want to hear any more stories of being fucked into oblivion? I mean, rly, it does get redundant.
Though I was. Fucked into oblivion that is. Under the desk, with my ass cocked up and my hand stuffed against my clit and Him behind me pounding the ever-loving shit right outta me. And it hurt – omg – my innards (and outards) are sore so I had to pull up the mental cheerleading section, urging myself on, reminding myself to keep that ass cocked! keep those knees wide! keep that back bowed! Keep that head down! Keep still! You can do it waterboy you filthy slut! This is what you were made for cunt! This is your purpose! Smile and LIKE it!
I did. I liked it a lot. A lot a lot.
Speaking of sex, several months ago I got a comment here (anonymously dontchaknow) that said something to the effect of Master and I not having sex for months on end. Now, I gotta ask – just whose journal was she reading?? Cuz it sure as fuck wadn’t this one! Master and I haven’t gone more than a week without fucking, unless He’s outta town, let alone months. Goodness. I can’t imagine the bear Master would be if He hadn’t gotten laid for a month. Yikes.
I don’t blog about each time though. If I did, every entry would start with – So last night we fucked or Yesterday when we were fucking or Today as He fucked me – nah. We fuck plenty, tyvm. :-)
Instead of fucking, what else can I babble about? Let’s see…
I took a long and lazy break from doing any of the remodelling work downstairs. Actually I was hoping to convince Master that putting up panelling was the way to go because I srsly hate mudding and sanding and painting drywall with a PASSION. I think I had Him convinced too, right up until He added up the cost of buying panelling. A couple of hundred dollars compared to having me do it with supplies we already have for free? Yeah. He done told me to get off my lazy keister and get-r-done. Blah. So that’s on today’s list of things to do.
Oh oh oh! I can’t believe I almost forgot this. About that Sasquatch b.s. Listen to this sheeeeet!
So the other day, we were fucking (I know I know, I said no fuck-talk, but it’s pertinent I tell ya!) and He’s haggling me about my sprouting bush. Trying to give the shit right back to Him I warn Him, mid-fuck, to not rub all up on my legs because I hadn’t shaved them yet that day. Of course He immediately starts rubbing my prickly legs, and He jokingly says “I oughta not let you shave anything and see just how Sasquatchy you can really get.”
Now. He CLAIMS that right when He finished saying that my cunt spasmed around His cock. I say no-effing-way, I prolly had a queef or something. So now guess what the newest mindfucking b.s. rule is? Oh yeah. Sick bastard.
I’m doing fairly okay with not shaving my legs. It’s only been 4 days, and even though I generally shave every day, it’s not too bad yet. Prickly and itchy, but not uncomfortable.
But the armpits? Nah. This is fucked up. I am ridiculously obsessive about shaving my pits to extreme smoothness. I don’t even like armpit hair on men.
It wasn’t that long ago in the comment section that I confidentally stated that should Master deny me shaving my pits or legs I would simply accept it as I easily accepted not shaving my cootie hairs. But I only said that because I was confident He’d never go there.
He went there.
I have no clue what He’s after but I hope like hell this is a quickly passing interest for Him. I ask Him whaddup and He just shrugs and smiles.
Maybe if I whin- well that never works. Hmmph. Why on earth is He turning me into all the things that He dislikes when He watches porn on the net???! Gah!
Oh gawd. Do you think He’s thinking He’s going to duct tape those too? Oh owie.
Maybe He’s just trying to save money on the heat bill?
I have figured out why a man is in and out of the shower in 5 minutes though. There isn’t a damn thing to do in there after washing!
Anyway – enought about that. Thinking about it reminds me that my pits itch. Hmmph.
I was gonna babble on about the new Master-approved menu plan but I suppose I should get my ass busy on that drywall. Y’all behave!
~cunt
Uncategorized | kaya | 
Tuesday October 7th, 2008 10:22am
Ha!!
I just got off shaving restriction. Master bought me a really nice little electric twat razor last night! It’s charging in the bathroom.
Maybe she was reading MY Blog because we do go weeks without having sex. Sex isn’t a huge part of our dynamic. We focus on service more than sex. I get wet washing dishes and scrubbing floors and he gets aroused watching me do that. Sometimes that leads to sex. Sometimes it doesn’t. So it could have been MY blog that she was reading and she just thought it was yours…
You know, because we look so much alike.
Kitten
*snicker*
ROTFLMAO
Okay…
I was SO gonna puff up my chest about that ‘repeated’ sex talk ’cause I happen to be puttin a lot of that out now and then read the rest…
Bwahahahahahahahahaha!
I bet money you DID spasm. And, if nothin else, you deserve it ’cause you actually had the nerve to think he would go there! -snicker-
I hope, for your sake, the smelly pits will at least convince him to let you shave them again.
Man.
Better you than me! -snicker-
oh god – you poor hairy thing – ick…ick…armpit hair? OMG
About the shower thing: Master NEVER showers without me being with Him. He looovveess to fuck me senseless under the shower with me halfway drowning!
…Maybe He’s just trying to save money on the heat bill?
You’re so funny!
Oh, may my Master never, ever go there! Happily, I don’t think it would work with his schoolgirl fetish. You just don’t hear about hairy schoolgirls! ;)
I never get tired of hearing about you and Master S fucking. Never. And just yesturday I was writing a post, and I thought to myself, “Aren’t people going to get tired of hearing about my Master beating me and fucking me?” Well, apparently not, because everyone is raving about the post! We all love looking into other people’s bedrooms….
O fuckin hell. I laughed so hard the kids asked what was so funny.
Only you would offer “I prolly had a queef or something” as an excuse. Fuckin A that is funny!
Oh yeah, sorry bout the shaving bit. snort
-whimper- No shaving? I’d…I don’t know WHAT I would do. ._. I’m…so afraid now. Maybe he’s trying to squick your brains out. It’s working for me. D:
rofl-i laughed so hard at the queef part that Mistress told me to tell Her what i was laughing about. She got an evil snicker~so i hope She is not thinking of setting the same rule for me. i like to be hairless from my nose to my toes-hair is yucky.
no longer a sas-crotch, you’ve gone full Wookie!
can i call you Chewie?
LOL!
Be thankful that it’s now the fall of the year instead of summer. Imagine the smell that would create.
Perhaps, once the hair gets long enough, he’ll post on your blog about the Sasquatch he found living outside the new home. Or, around holiday time he’ll blog about how on the night before Christmas not a creature was stirring, except for the hairy Sasquatch in my bed. (wink)