Jetlagged Ovaries 

Jetlag has my ovaries less than enthused.

 

Usually imagining you pulling me in from behind would get their attention.

 

Typically, any stimulation I visualize would make them literally and instantly warm & fuzzy, churning out increased sensations for the sensory loop to keep going. Heat and information signaling back & forth.

 

A rocking to push me into deeper fantasy. Your hands, your grip, your pulse.

 

But right now, my ovaries are just a slight glow, not happy about the time difference and distance to what would normally be fuel for my thoughts.

(October 21, 2021)

 

 

Your cock 

I said “nice cock!” with a flirty voice as she climbed back into the bed with the strap-on in place. Immediately she corrected me “this is a dildo. If you want cock, you have the wrong person.”

 

I had been actively imagining the base of the dildo butt up against the tip of her clit and the silicone shaft as an extension of her flesh, but she didn’t.

 

I knew she had mad skills. However her imagination wouldn’t run imaginary blood into the tip of that cock for me.

(October 21, 2021)

 

Horny (waking up with a boner) 

early morning

grow restless of lying on my back and flip on my front.

I notice the heat build up between me and the mattress,

from my weight on the bed

the pressure on my chest and nipples

the soft insistence of the sheets

blankets forming around my shape

gravity as their hands

noticing how my ass curves down

a gap between my thighs

without moving a muscle

my body is stirring

my toes feel an anticipation simply

lying side by side of one another

an invitation is set.

(May 16, 2021)