Tonight has been wonderful yet a bit unsettling. The midsized plug. The orgasm. Geeesss, the orgasm!! Wearing the plug for you. Knowing you knew what I was doing, what was in my ass. Walking amongst other people with a plug in is always a turn on for me. The naughtiness of it. The taboo. Factor in you. Add a bigger plug. Three long intense edging sessions today. The sensation of the plug as I walked the aisles. My pussy dripping. Nipples hard. My pussy felt on fire in the best possible way. My clit was hard. Begging for attention. I kept squeezing my thighs together. Trying to get some relief. Squirming. I couldn’t focus on the shopping. Kept having to backtrack. More walking. The plug shifting in my ass with every step. Ass throbbing with pleasure. Clit swollen and throbbing. Pussy contracting. Wetness soaking my panties.(yes I wore panties) A huge knot of desire in my stomach. Heart rate up. I could feel it pounding in my chest and see it on my wrist. 114 beats a minute. Kept expecting the damn thing to alarm. That’s when I sent you a message. I was beginning to unravel. Thought you would stop it. And bam!! My phone dinged, I looked down, saw the word SILK. There was no stopping the orgasm ripping through my body. All I could do was lean on the cart and ride it out. Biting my tongue to keep quiet. Praying not to collapse to the floor. Shocked. You made me orgasm in the middle of the market with one word. How? No one ever has had this affect on me. No one. We messaged a bit. Afterwards I made my way to the restroom. Removed the plug. Washed my face in cold water. Somehow finished my list and came home. Put everything away and proceeded to fall apart. Shaking with tears flowing from my eyes. Thank goodness I was home. I’m not even sure why. All I do know is I couldn’t stop. I grabbed my blanket. Wrapped up in it and curled up on my bed. Eventually the tears stopped followed by the shaking. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush or the shock. I don’t know. I wasn’t upset. I was am happy. You do not realize what a gift you’ve given me. You. Hard confession: making myself cum, easy. My first husband who was my first, never. He always blamed me. I won’t bore you with details but it has never been easy. You settle and satisfy something within me. Like I said you make me strive to be better. Better for myself but also better for you. Making you proud feeds a need deep inside me. I keep pushing myself at the gym so I will feel comfortable sharing myself with you. I want to be the best I can possibly be. I want to be enough for you. You ready to run? For the first time in forever I’m starting to feel in step with me. It’s as if the layers are peeling away to reveal a truer form of me. I can be submissive to your dominance. I can be your baby girl, you my xxxxxxxxx. I don’t have to feel ashamed for needing this. I don’t have to feel as if it’s wrong. For me it’s right. For us it’s right. That’s all that matters.
The pegging, the sounding or anything else that comes up I’m open to gathering facts discussing it with you. I will never dismiss anything straight out. If after researching and discussing I’m not comfortable I’ll tell you. I know you’ll do the same. The one thing that is a definite hard limit and no for me is the vacuum packing. Just seeing it on others makes me feel panicked and sick. It’s not for me. I need to sleep. I have a date at midnight????