“Let them eat cake.”
- Marie Antoinette’s response upon learning that the French peasants had no bread.
Hi everyone. You may remember me mentioning the state that I’m in, that being in amidst celibacy. Most of the time it’s ok, however on occasion my libido roars up inside me like a fire burning me inside-out.
Now don’t get me wrong- I do feel like this is good for me. I have this theory about people in general; it’s that we all have our drugs. While our drugs may not belong to a pharmacopeia of some kind, it doesn’t mean they are any less addictive. Your own might be chocolate, a good book, a good drink or if you’re like me, sex.
Getting back to my earlier point, my love for sex would consume me often and I couldn’t so much as hang out with a guy I’d already been with or was interested in without wondering when we were going to close the door behind us and grind up against the sheets. While it’s a far cry from what I was like almost a year ago, I still feel like I should just be able to enjoy company without feeling the insatiable need to be thrown down and fucked into a sweet moaning mess.
Nowadays, I’m not so motivated by sex. While it’s a possibility, it isn’t the focus of me hanging out with a guy I’m attracted to. I’m enjoying conversation, exchanging interests and just generally having a laugh with a gorgeous member of the opposite sex. It hasn’t been all bad.
However….
I miss partner sex. I miss blowjobs. I miss groping, biting, kissing, grabbing and screaming the walls around me to dust. I miss being in a mess of torsos, limbs and genitalia. I’m miss having my tits attacked by hands, fingertips, lips, teeth and tongues. I miss hands snaking into my pants, one finger caressing my clit until I’m a whimpering mess. I miss partner sex.
So I wank. However, I don’t wank as a last-ditch attempt at having an orgasm, I wank as a means of having the sex I want when I want it. It’s just like Flexibeast once said, it’s not a poor substitute but rather sex I want in its own right. In a nutshell, my rate hasn’t increased because of my lack of partner sex but it hasn’t decreased either because I value wanking highly.
So because I value it so highly, I’m going to share with you one such session that left me feeling a bit….well, if you read it you’ll know won’t you? 
Just to put you in the picture a bit, 5 months ago I acquired a knock-off of the notoriously powerful Fairy Wand as a kind of ‘My First Fucking Powerful Massager’ and while I knew it was going to be good, I didn’t expect to have seismic toe-curling, whimper-inducing, thigh-shaking, bone-rattling orgasms with it. In case you’re wondering, it’s become my favourite toy <3 .
So I was using that, my favourite Durex Play lube and my own dirty mind in a wonderful wank combo and with said dirty mind I managed to concoct this little fantasy that I definitely want to try out:
I’m on a bed, lying down on my belly with each of my limbs strapped to each corner so my legs are held apart. Some gorgeous dom(me) can be heard, wandering around the perimeter of the bed, menacing me with each footstep that reverberates across the floor with a clunk. Out of nowhere, they swing a leather belt violently, cracking me across the back, arse and thighs until my lily-white skin is decorated with a pink zebra pattern. I’m yelping with each assault until my yelps become whimpers and my whimpers become sobs.
“You’re not to sob.” They command.
I wipe my face against the covers and feel two knees, one after the other, stab into the bed with such force that before I can gasp, my hair is yanked back and I can feel them growling their words against my neck.
“You’re not to wipe your tears either.”
They bite the skin underneath my ear and I let out a strangled cry as the teeth digging into my skin goes straight to my pussy, already soaking from my beating. They sever the ties binding my legs.
“On your knees.”
I’m flesh, muscle, blood, bone and theirs, at least for now. They mark me with more bites. Harder. Deeper. I lean into the bedspread to keep myself grounded because if I don’t, I’ll be lost in a sea of the sublime. I can feel them pressing into my arse and some phallic object (either a cock or a strapon 
) jutting up betwixt my thighs. They’re draped over my stinging back, their hands slithering around my front until they find their way to my clit. They drag their teeth up my spine, biting me sporadically until they guide my head up with their fingertips to kiss me.
They fumble with their zipper, rubbing my clit with a few fingers just to tease me. My breathing deepens as I’m unable to comprehend space, time, purpose, everything. Right now I’m personified pleasure; completely overtaken by it that I have in fact become it. Their cock slides into me without need for introduction and from then on, I’m a moaning, groaning, screaming, gasping heap, pleading to come.
So there you have it, just one of the many, many fantasies I use to entertain myself when I’m alone and feeling like I need a bit of attention I may not have any bread, but right now I’m surrounded my cake and this cake is fucking delicious.
xx MM
How yummy does this cake look? Heheheheh!
