Is it just me?

I see sex in everything.  Rough dirty sex, in everything. My very gay Pilates Instructor often gives me a wooden rod to hold as I move the reformer.  The other day after it was no longer necessary to hold he took it from me and started using it as a pointer.  As he touched this body part or that for emphasis, my mind started dreaming of ways to provoke him.  Could I push this man who has no interest in women, who seems docile in manner to strike me with that rod of his.  I found myself making unseemly jokes about the rod and its many assets.  I finally caught myself and had that mind conversation..... "Stop it you oversexual freak!" But still... I had to write about it.

Wow Living a Real Life

I wish that I could have large breasts and threesomes all of the time. I often imagine that my husband is fucking one of our favorite boy toys as he is fucking me. I have ben wa balls that I pretend I am going to put in as soon as I get in from work, but the sex kitten of my imagination is far from my reality. After all the things that my day entails its some times hard to focus on some porn and give a blow job/hand job. I revel in the fact that even though I know the truth, I also know that most men are not allowed to have boy toys and most girls would never dream of being fisted. SO big middle fingers up to having something to prove to absolutely nobody.

Too close For Comfort

I woke up this morning and tried to do my morning yoga, but was distracted by the thought of Harry in the bed rubbing his morning hard on. I finally gave up my futile efforts and joined him for a morning sex session, as I sit across from him writing this, I again find myself distracted as his cum still fills my jeans and makes me want to jump on him again. But alas, we both have work to do and so I will have to cross my legs and hope later comes soon.