Bonus Track: Blow-dryers, braids, brain-farts.A companion to the previous couple audio. Five minutes of pre-fuck SFW yapping, feat. X blow-drying his balls (happens more often than you think), braiding my hair, and brain-farting silly names for our sex toy boxes.Play Count: 332 X foreplays, flogs, and fucks the sad out of me.Yesterday was asscheeks emotionally. X to the rescue! To snap me out of my doom spiral, I asked him to redden my actual asscheeks. And so I was treated to cuffs, a blindfold, a flog, and a dicking down.Play Count: 2135 In which I tell you what names I'd like you to call me when we fuck.It is my great honor to present to the scientific community the results of my Very Serious Scholarly Investigation™ into the names that would make me lose my mind during sex. I humbly submit these results for review, replication, and all other Rigorous Scientific Procedures™ my peers may deem appropriate.Play Count: 3987 In which I demonstrate how I get off using my old reliable rabbit vibrator.It's been a couple of months since I last talked about one of my toys, and since I'm in a bit of a sentimental mood tonight, I thought I'd introduce you to the toy I've had in my box (HAHA) the longest. We're talking over six and a half years of faithful service! That's a long-term relationship, hello.Play Count: 1446 In which I walk you through a degradation fantasy that's had me in a chokehold for days.This is a fantasy I've been turning over and over in my head these past few days. It's nothing fancy, but it's got me in a chokehold, and I'm not ashamed to say I've touched myself to it a few times already. I finally decided to get it on record tonight—first, so future me can revisit it, and second, in case you want to play along with me.Play Count: 1407 X and I have a lazy Sunday lie-in.X and I hung out with friends online till the wee hours and ended up waking well past noon Sunday. No errands to run—lovely time to cuddle and make out. We were hungry, we were thirsty, we were horny. Guess which we decided to prioritize. No complaints, only cumming.Play Count: 2016 In which the mood is: fuck me, fuck the storm, and fuck yourself.Postponing book club for a few days because it's a stormy sick day and this week has given me crazy neck tension and knots in my shoulders. I just need to feel good, man. If you're as desperate as I am to slow down and take a few deep breaths, join me! No edging, just cruising (maybe?) until I'm ready to melt into the mattress.Play Count: 2046 X and I play with cuffs again while I wear an anal plug for the first time.We had a bit of chaotic make-up playtime Monday night. If I sound slaphappy in this recording, it's because I was—so exhausted, we never got around to doing face-down, ass-up like I requested. A TRAGEDY. The spirit wanted to go longer and harder, but it was a weeknight, and the flesh was weak. (The flesh was also very, very satisfied.)Play Count: 2139 X lets me play massage therapist on his cock.I've been hyperfixating for days on lingam massage, and managed to talk X into being my test subject while I get a hang of the basics. Sunday night turned into spa night with extra services for both X and myself. Tags: [fellatio] [massage] [happy ending] [cunnilingus] [missionary]Play Count: 1079 X caves to my sick-day demands for a meat injection.I'm running a low fever—nothing awful, just psychogenic shit from a week of overexertion and not-so-great sleep. My body had an agenda of its own, though, and wanted a meat injection. Something something Vitamin D and Paracetamod.Play Count: 2304 In which I list the things I want you to do to me. (Sexually, obv.)I didn't actually have a written list; bear with me. You can take notes if that's your thing, but you already know my favorite moves. Also, at one point I said "in" when I meant "on" and "legs" when I meant "neck"—brain doesn't brain when cunt is cunting. But you're a quick study! You'll know what to do.Play Count: 1924 Freaked out, broke down, got off.I'm in the middle of a crisis for which nothing can be done until the morning. (I'm a big girl; I'll sort it out.) Did getting myself off fix it? No. Did it make me feel better? A little bit!Play Count: 1308 Failed mic test, failed composure, failed edge.This was my first attempt to record myself during solo play time, and I had no concrete plans beyond Hit Record + Don't Come Too Quickly, If At All. I had vague thoughts of edging, although I wasn't really holding myself to it because I was scheduled to host Saturday movie night with friends. Incredible timing on my part, honestly.
I'm still figuring out my setup, so the audio's kind of ass. Not that I'm one to cry over spilled cum. It's a mess, but it's my mess, goddammit.Play Count: 1323