Not As Restless… But Horny, dammit.

Some of the restlessness has been sated, now that I’ve had a new fascination to focus on, learn about, and study for the last day or so. Not all of it is gone, though.

And I’m still horny.

Of course, ordering kazander to text me a picture of his dick in the middle of the day probably didn’t help my cause. I think he may have known that, but he is an obedient boy, and did what he was told without protest.

It also doesn’t help that the spawn is no longer taking naps. Dammit.

There’s a huge bonus to living next door to kazander’s family, though. After dinner, I asked his sister if she wouldn’t mind watching the spawn for a few minutes. I didn’t lie, because I really try not to do that, but I may have implied that I wanted the spawn out of my hair so I could fold laundry.

I have a vibrating wand that closely resembles the Hitachi wand. I don’t know the brand name of it. It’s one of the less expensive, off-brands. But I think it’s actually better. The Hitachi only has two speeds. 1) Barely moving, and 2)…

OMIGODTURNITDOWN!

OMIGODTURNITDOWN!

Don’t get me wrong. I like the intense vibration. But that’s something I have to work up to. And my special little off-brand wand has seven settings, so I can increase the intensity at a much more gradual rate.

It didn’t take me long to cum. Kind of sucked, though, having to put pants back on, walk back out into the cold —

Can I just interject something here? Winter’s beginning. It’s cold outside. It’s fucking cold. I hate the cold.

Have I mentioned I hate the cold? Well, I do. Almost as much as I hate the rain.

I harbor a deep, seething hatred for the rain. I despise it. It's gross. It's unnatural and weird.

I harbor a deep, seething hatred for the rain. I despise it. It’s gross. It’s unnatural and weird.

Have I mentioned I hate the rain?

I’m a desert-rat. Born and raised, and by God I will die in the desert. That thick, oppressive, heavy heat that hits your face when you first walk outside, the tiny, subtle prickling of your skin as it reacts to the brutal sun and 115-degree temperatures (or higher), it’s lovely to me. I count down the days each year until the first day over 100 degrees. Yeah, I’m going to have to wait at least until April, probably May. And I don’t like that.

So, after having a nice little orgasm, having to walk out into 54 degrees and a chilly breeze sucked seven kinds of dirty, sweaty, unwashed monkey ass. Yes, I’m aware that many people in other parts of the world would think that 54 degrees (12 degrees celsius, for those who use that system) is mild. T-shirt-and-shorts weather.

I’m not one of those people. It’s fucking cold.

Eh, but life goes on. Responsibility calls. And at least my horniness is sated for a little while.

Kazander’s out watching the football game, and won’t be back until close to the spawn’s bedtime. After she goes to bed, though, I plan on fully satisfying my current physical needs. Definitely some butt fun. Strap-on, maybe. Or vibrator. Or prostate massager. Haven’t decided yet.

Maybe I’ll tie him by his balls to the end of the bed and let him worship my feet while I watch TV. I still have a lot of old Modern Family reruns I need to catch up on. Maybe I’ll let him lick my clit, too.

Assuming he’ll be able to reach that far up, of course. I like making him have to stretch and strain to get to me.

I haven’t been feeling particularly sadistic lately, but maybe I’ll do some light flogging. Or some wax play. Something to get him squirming and begging. I don’t know. Lots of options. We’ll see where things go when he gets home.

One thought on “Not As Restless… But Horny, dammit.

  1. writingthebody says:

    Lucky Kezander! Hopefully you will be able to fit that in… between your child turning up at the door….that is quite tricky…..good luck anyway, because it is so much fun planning things like this….xx

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