Julie's Masturbation Session

Before I start this post, I just want to thank all my wonderful readers for the incredible engagement from my teaser post, Feeling Exhibitionistic. Over 100+ comments from readers (plus another 100+ responses from me of course). In fact, you broke Google (blogger comments in "Embedded" mode tap out after 200)! I was feeling a bit down for various reasons, and receiving that quantity of love and affection, well, just, THANK YOU.

In that previous post I described how I got turned on reading a poem written by fondles on her blog Fondlers Anonymous called The Hand that Spanks. I had this whole extended masturbation session that started with me imagining my husband spanking me and then making rough love to me, but then spun off into a ridiculous (and dark!) direction before I was "done". I went to write it up (essentially this blog post now) and after finishing it felt very... submissive.

One of the more submissive things I do is publish embarrassing photos of myself on my blog. It allows all of my readers (whom I consider to be friends) to see me at my most vulnerable, and tease me (which I invite, and turns me on even more). Every new level of depraved photo published changes my relationship with my blog and my readers.

I had never published a photo of me fingering myself, which I do during masturbation. It made my tummy do flip-flops actually considering posting such a photo. For me, masturbation is a secret thing. A guilty thing. I've been doing it since I was a child. My earliest memories were putting my stuffed doggy between my legs and humping it. I progressed to flicking my clitoris and fingering my pussy. I would do this at home, in my bedroom, with the door shut, at night. I was always worried about somebody walking in on me. I was particularly worried about my Daddy walking in on me and seeing me doing that! That sort of shame now turns me on, though at the time it did not.

As it happened, I actually had a photoset of me fingering myself as I do during masturbation. I considered giving it to a French blogger who wanted to do a series on me to post, but for various reasons he never got the project off the ground. When I took them, I sat down at the foot of my bed, arranged a mirror in front of me, and took a bunch of photos of me doing what I do during masturbation. I was super critical of the results, and trimmed them way down. I got down to two that I thought were fit. Then I cropped and blurred the background, and softened the edges to make them look more sexy.

I promise, I have the actual photos below, but as a tease, here are the two that remained, artistically filtered by Photoshop.

As you can imagine from the cutouts, I am completely naked, my legs are spread wide, my breasts are on full frontal display, and I am fingering myself!!! (BLUSH)

In this post I will walk you though what went through my head as I did it (as I masturbated to fondles poem and beyond). It was not as linear as I portray here, nor were the details quite as worked out, but all those feelings that I describe were there. The scenes were hazier and less specific, though the best way to share the feelings is to provide a bit more after-the-fact detail and illustrate with some photos off the web that are, like, YES, as I will do here. There is even some never-before published artwork from lil jo that I kept in the "spank bank" for just such an occasion.

Also, there are things I describe here that a fully grown-up, married woman, such as myself, absolutely should not be doing. They are very, very embarrassing things. I cringe at the knowledge you will be reading all about what I do in a moment. But my husband was out of the house, and I was completely alone in bed... You will see.



Let me back up a moment and explain what got us here.

Reading fondles' poem got me all hot and tingly and bothered. I re-read it a few times (thank you Miss fondles). My initial thoughts went to my husband. How I feel when he pulls me bare naked across his knee and gives me one of his ridiculously appropriately hard hand spankings (all he needs is his hand). And after the spanking how I crave his cock in me, even in my ass if that is where he chooses to put it (though I will never admit that I crave it there to him - he needs to take me if it's going to be up the ass...)

I went up into the bedroom and undressed. I lay on the bed. I pulled my iPad into me and navigated back to the poem. I started rubbing myself thinking about it. Thinking of the feelings of being dominated like this then taken. I lick my thumb and fingers and put my fingers in my pussy. I rub my clit with my thumb. My fingers play around the entrance to my vagina. I pull my hand out and taste my own juices, and lick my hand some more, and then go back at it.

When I need more I pull my fingers out of my cunt and drag them up to my clit where I really go at it. I rub it in a circular motion and then I spank it with my fingertips, and then rub it some more. I can feel my clit engorging: getting bigger and more prominent. I bring my left hand into play. I spread my lips with my left hand while continuing with my right. My clit is way more exposed this way.

I am thinking of being across my husband's knee, getting the spanking of my life. My mind flashes to a group of men witnessing my spanking. I feel a surge of wetness and a heat. From there I am put on all fours and fucked doggy style by my husband as the men watch. My right hand rubs my pussy and my left my breasts as I am imagining the fucking I am receiving from my husband in front of these men.

I'm not quite there. I calm myself down a bit, let myself coast. I pick up the poem again and re-read it. I keep focusing on the hand.. spanking... and the implied fucking afterwards. I glance again at the photo that fondles decided to include.

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Wait, that's not a husband with his wife, that's something different from that. My mind spins off in another direction...

What follows is a bit rapey in nature.
To be clear, it is not a rape. I am not being raped in my fantasy. But it will feel like it.
If you are uncomfortable with these motifs, please do not read on.
As a further disclaimer, I want to emphasize that fantasizing about having rough sex from strangers,
and actually wanting or having rough sex from strangers,
are a million miles apart and are not to be confused.

I imagine I am completely naked and embarrassed about it. My hands and arms covering my pussy and my breasts. A hot blush on my chest, neck, and face.

I am in a darkened room, a spotlight on me. Sitting half-obscured in the shadows in leather chairs in a semi-circle around me are a half-dozen men in suits, some smoking cigars, some with a drink in their hands, not talking at all, silent, staring at me. No. Not staring at me. Staring at my body. I could see the lust in their eyes.

I prop the photo fondles included up on my bed. It's a good photo of a pretty girl being spanked by her man, in perfect position to be taken immediately after.

One hand roams across my breasts as my other gently teases at my pussy. I cover myself with my hands in shame, and then rub myself again.

Why was I there? Who were these men? There was no elaborate plot in my fantasy (I suppose I could make one up now, after the fact, to justify it). There were emotions. The emotion was that I was not being forced to do this, but nor was I doing it willingly. Maybe I had made a power-play and I had lost. If I wanted to keep my position, my money, my prestige in the outside world, I would need to do what these men required. Something like that. That was the feeling.

The man in the center silently shook his finger at me, and motioned for me to drop my hands to my sides. I reluctantly did and felt my face and breasts flush hotter. My shaved pussy was on full display. My breasts were on full display. My hands were trembling. My breathing was heavy.

As I had this thought my hands dropped to my sides and balled into little fists. I squirmed on the bed, rubbing my upper arms against the sides of my breasts and rubbing my thighs together. I imagined my breasts and my vagina totally exposed like that.

I imagined being fully nude, completely naked, in a roomful of smirking superior business men. I was not a stripper, or a whore, I was their equal, their superior even (or at least, was before this). The fall is what is most humiliating. The fall from a woman to be feared, to a naked little whore...

The man made a motion with his hand to turn around, a full circle, slowly. I complied, gritting my teeth. All the men could see my bare white bottom as I turned. This was my punishment, the ultimate indignity, or so I naively thought, to be displayed completely naked in front of these clothed men. To be utterly stripped of position, power, dignity, and clothes.

When I was back facing him he stood up suddenly. He walked over to the side of the room, the footsteps from his expensive shoes echoing. He effortlessly picked up a heavy ornate armless chair from the side of the room with one hand and placed it in the center of the semi-circle, facing the men, directly in front of me. I was confused. I did not know what was happening.

He took off his suit jacket. A butler stepped forward from the sidelines to take it from him. The man rolled up the sleeve of his custom-tailored white dress shirt. He removed a heavy silver signet ring from his finger on his right hand and handed it to his manservant. The servant faded into the background.

He came around beside me and took me by my upper arm. I imagined his grip was not painful, but felt unbreakable. I could feel the strength in his hand and arm. He pulled me around to the front of the chair. He sat, spreading his legs, and pulled me between them. I was still confused as to what would happen next, blushing furiously in my nudity, not thinking straight.

He pulled me down across his left thigh. My head was very close to the ground. I felt one hard smack to my bottom. It finally dawned on me. I was to be spanked. Spanked like a naughty child on her bare bottom, fully nude, in front of an audience of men. This could not be happening. I was an important and powerful businesswoman, not a child to be spanked on her bare bum! I felt completely humiliated.

I imagined my real-life boss's boss at work, a handsome man, and all my male coworkers. I know they would love to see me naked, of course. They probably think I am a bitch at work. They are probably vanilla. Imagine what would go through their heads if they saw me given a spanking like this??? They would love to see me kick and scream and beg, reduced to the status of a six-year-old. They would enjoy the views of my jiggling breasts dangling in front, of my naked bottom, of my pussy!

I felt completely jack-knifed across his leg. He adjusted himself so that those watching had a perfect view of my backside. The spotlight was still on me. I felt the blood rushing into my head.

I thought as I rubbed myself, "on no, please! don't spank me like this. don't show off my bare bottom and my bare pussy like this. Not to all these men. Please no. Not an actual spanking. Not spanked like a child. Not with my pussy so open and exposed and vulnerable and pouting out as if ready to be fucked...". Those were the words in my own head as I masturbated to the thought of this pre-spanking exposure. Some of my real-life colleagues mixed in. I will surely blush next time I see them at work!

His left hand steadied me. He begins the spanking.

I imagine that the spanks sound out like gunshots in the large echoey chamber. I have been spanked by my husband, over his knee, naked, with only his bare hand. Just his hand. I know what it feels like. I know what a job a strong male hand can do on a poor girl's bottom.

How humiliating! I stroke myself imagining the spectacle I am making of myself, kicking and crying out. Imagining the man's hard palm crashing down onto my defenseless cheeks. I turn onto my left side and I spank my own bottom with my right as I play with my pussy.

He concentrates on the lowest part of my buttocks: the fleshy undersides. His fingertips carelessly whip into my pussy lips as his palm connects hard to my near cheek. "no... not there..." I whisper to myself as I spank my pussy lips from behind and rub my clit.

His spanks move down to the tops of my thighs, well-padded for such punishment. I wriggle uncontrollably at the pain of his hard hand punishing the backs of my thighs. I move my own hand down and smack my thighs. Hard.

I feel him pulling my cheeks apart and spanking the insides of my bottom cleft. My butthole is on full humiliating display! I can't bear it!

As I imagine this my hand goes to my bottom cheeks and spreads them. I brush my fingers across my asshole as I hold my cheeks wide apart. I brush my pussy lips from behind. I try to smack as closely inside my bottom cleft as I can. I fiddle my clit.

I can imagine my legs kicking wildly and uncontrollably spreading open. I can imagine my anal pucker clenching and releasing as I am spanked like this. I can imagine the lips of my cunt spreading widely to reveal what's inside as I struggle. A completely humiliating show for all the men present.

Still on my side, I slowly flutter kick my legs, my hand feeling my pussy and asshole open and close as I do so. I give myself the occasional slap on whatever part of my intimate anatomy becomes available, as I imagine the man is doing to me. I allow the fingers of my hand to penetrate into asshole and pussy (from behind) as I wriggle and kick, so I can feel those parts of me opening and then contracting down on my fingers, as I imagine those openings would do in front of the mens' lustful gaze.

The man meticulously covers every inch of my previously private, most closely guarded, flesh. Nor does my pussy escape, rather it is spanked. Directly spanked! The men are actually laughing as my pussy is spanked and I am made to react and gyrate like a greedy whore because of the pain.

As I imagine this, I have turned back to lying down and am giving myself full slaps to my wet cunt. Slapping it hard. Painfully hard. Then frantically rubbing my clit. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.

His palm then continues crashing into my poor, sore backside. I become frantic, yelling out and wriggling madly across his knee. The thought of escaping from across his knee never even occurred to me.

He stops. I am able to finally catch my breath, believing my ordeal to be over.

But no.

He calls out to his manservant, asking for the paddle.

"No! Not that! I'm so sore already. Not a paddling! Please!" I say this to myself as I continue rubbing my pussy and fingering my hot wet snatch.

The manservant hands him the paddle and then steps away. He hoists the leg I am draped across even higher. He places his right leg across both of mine, doubling me over even more so than before. I feel my pussy poking dramatically out. I also realize that there is no escape for me. I am going to be paddled, and paddled severely. I do not have a safeword. Nothing like that. I will be paddled until he decides that it will stop, not before.

He begins.

The paddle crashes into my defenseless cheeks! ARGHHHH!

In real life I have been paddled, paddled hard. I know what it feels like. It's agony.  This was the result of my last hard paddling.

I replay the sensations in my mind as I stroke myself. The agony of the paddle crashing again and again and again into my ass. The complete inability to stop it. I have a stout wooden hairbrush that we keep on the bedside drawer. I pick that up.

I roll over sideways again and I scrunch up into more a fetal position. I rub the hard wood against the soft lips of my pussy. I pull the brush back and smack my bottom cheeks. Ouch! Harder. OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! (silly, silly, little woman) I am playing with my pussy with my left hand, but my left hand is not good at this. I put down the brush and roll back over onto my back. I bring both hands to my pussy and really go to town. My left penetrates me as my right rubs my clitty. My ass is now glowing and sore from the hairbrush,

His hand and foot keep me rigidly in place. There is no escape from the punishment. The eyes of his smirking compatriots are felt keenly on me as he reduces me to the status of bawling little girl across Daddy's knee. I am reduced to begging him to stop. Pleading with him to stop, please stop, while all the men laugh at my pleas for mercy!

The paddle crashes down relentlessly on my elevated ass. I can feel it compressing into my pussy lips as he whacks my lower bum!

The man stops paddling and asks me mockingly, "are we going to be a good little employee for me from now on?"

"YES!" I cry out through my tears.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Daddy!" I scream out from across his knee. Everybody laughs at that. The expected response was "Sir". I just said "Daddy" inadvertently, not being able to help myself, much to the amusement of him and his assembled gentlemen. Perhaps that is what earned me some mercy, some fatherly feeling from the man, because, finally...

the spanking was over.

I am stood up. I imagine my ass is bright red, my eyes are crying big wet salty tears and my nose is running with snot. I no longer care that my tits and my pussy are fully visible. He walks me to the side of the room. Another spotlight comes on illuminating a leather and wooden spanking horse. I see it and I resist, pulling back against his arm. He pulls me forward and smacks my bottom hard with his hand and pushes me over to the bench. "Don't make me put you across my knee again," he warns. No no no no no, not that.

He bends me over the contraption, fastening my spread wide ankles to the floor on one side and my wrists on the other. He pushes a button that makes the midsection rise, lifting my hands and feet up off the floor.

I saw the photo once and saved it.
It spawned this part of my fantasy.

Oh no. Was this my "timeout" position? My bright red ass fully on display. My legs pulled widely apart to show off my well-spanked pussy and bumhole. My breasts fully visible between my whorishly-spread legs.

The manservant reappears and puts a shallow step between my feet. What's this for?

One by one the spectators rise and come over to me. One of the men steps forward and pulls out his cock. I can see it upside down between my spread legs.

"No... not that... pleeeease not that. Pleeeeease!" I say to myself, realizing this is not timeout. I am going to be used by all the men present!

I rub my pussy raw on my bed thinking about that moment of realization.

He approaches me from behind. He roughly grabs at my pussy with his hand. "After all that, this stuck up little bitch is soaking wet!" he says to his fellow witnesses.

I rub my clit more furiously, reciting to myself, "Oh my God. The bitch is wet. Soaking wet. After a spanking no less. What a slut. She needs to be fucked. She clearly needs a good fucking. Fuck her. Hard and fast. No mercy for this little whore. She's earned it. Earned it. Bad girl. Slut. Earned it. Fuck her. Hard..."

He rises up onto the step. His cock is in perfect position to fuck my pussy. I imagine the head of his cock at my entrance.

I reach beside me and open my bedside drawer. I have a realistic feeling dildo I keep for just such an occasion.

He pushes in with a guttural moan, impaling me completely, to the hilt, balls deep on his first thrust. In reality, I go in more slowly with my dildo. When I feel I am ready, I thrust it in the final two inches, hard and deep and fast. I cry out in pain! All the men laugh at my pain. The man behind me vigorously fucks my cunt, jack-hammering me. I rub my clit with my right hand. I spit on it for more lubrication. I am fucking myself with the dildo with my left.

Grabbing my hips, he pushes in deep and cries out as he injects his hot sperm deep into my pussy.

He pulls out and another takes his place. I pull the dildo fully out, imagining the changing of the guard. This time fantasy matches reality as I shove the dildo all the way in to its base, deeply into my well-worked pussy. My cervix cries out from the abuse.

The fucking is repeated. The deep sperming is repeated. This happens again and again and again. I am crying but the men are relentless. I beg them to slow down, my pussy is worn out. I am reduced to begging them, "please Sir! My pussy is so sore! Please!" They laugh at me and each one gives me a hard, deep, thorough fucking and cums inside of me.

Each time a cock is replaced in my fantasy the dildo comes out in real life and then I slam it hard and deep back into my wet cunt.

"Are you learning your lesson? Are you learning your place?" the original man asks me, stroking my head after the last spectator man has pulled out.

I stroke my clit furiously while fingering my pussy. "Learning my lesson. Yes Sir. Learning my place. Learning. Lessons. Place..."

"I have one more lesson for you," says the man. He too takes his cock out. What's one more fucking after so many.

He spits directly onto my asshole and he rubs it in with his hand.

"Oh No! GOD NO! NOT THERE! NO! NO!"

I reach for the bedside lube. The man in my fantasy shows me no such mercy. Only spit, pussy juice, and spent cum for this slut. I raise my legs high and I lube the dildo and my backdoor. I gently push the big dildo in. Shit that hurts! I wiggle and wriggle on it. I breathe deeply. I make to go potty. BAM! The big head goes in to an audible cry of pain. Thank goodness nobody is listening!

I allow it to sit there for a moment, without moving. Breathing deeply. Fuck it's big. I gently start working the dildo in, deeper and deeper. Fucking myself a bit with it. Eventually it is in to the hilt. I can't believe it. It's so big!

I lower my legs. The bed pushed the dildo in deeper still. I again finger my pussy and rub my clit is I grind my hips on the mattress, making the dildo fuck my ass.

As I am doing this I am fantasizing about the man. Is he my husband? Not in the fantasy. But he has the feeling of my husband, just not my husband. But just like him.

"Take it," he tells me as he slowly and thoroughly fucks my ass.

It is a long ass fucking. His breathing deepens and quickens. I can feel him hardening inside of me. Like a rod of iron. I grind my hips into my mattress on my dildo as I rub my clit. He grabs my hips and pushes deeply into me, spasming as he injects my asshole with his hot cum.



I have not cum yet. I cannot cum with this giant dildo up my ass! I waddle over to the bathroom and I slide it out while over the toilet. There is mess... I clean myself and then I shower. A hot shower. I am still horny. I soap myself. All over. Especially those places.

I go back to the bed as I am drying myself with a towel. I am still incredibly horny. Should I wait for my husband and jump his bones, or should I be selfish and finish myself off now? I opt for selfish.

I have an idea.

Ok, now. I really, really don't want to write this next part! It's so nerdy, and silly, and I imagine is the thing a little boy might do just discovering his sexuality. But here I am, a married grown woman doing it! You want to know what a completely silly slut I am? read on. BLUSH! Oh geeze... here goes.

There is squeeze bottle of lube next to the bed.

I put the towel down on the bed. I lie down, turn sideways, and inject the liquid lube into my bottom hole (!), as if a man had squirted in there. I turn over and do the same into my pussy. I add a bit more for authenticity. I can feel the lube squishing around inside of me. Oops! It wants to cum out of my bottom hole! Oh no. It feels like... I need to do diarrhea. My pussy just feels incredibly, overly, wet and squishy. As I rub my thighs together the lube squishes around inside of me. The lube makes my hands and pussy very slippery. I move my hand to my clit area. That feels good. I can cum this way...

I go back into my head for the rest of the fantasy.

I am filled with cum, pussy and asshole. The man lowers the horse, unfastens my wrists and my ankles, and helps me up. He leads me back to the center of the room. He cuffs my wrists, then raises them above my head, fastening them to a hook on the end of a chain attached to the ceiling. He goes to the side of the room and pushes a button which raises the chain, stretching me out, until I am on tip-toes.

No! The cum. It begins seeping out of me. There is no stopping it!!!! The doors open and more people walk in. Including wives and girlfriends of the watchers! All elegantly dressed in cocktail gowns with expensive high heeled shoes. Servants mill around serving hoes-d'ouevres on trays. The spotlight is on me. I am the center of attention. They comment on my spanked ass. They cannot fail to comment on the sperm dripping out of my frontside and backside fuckholes.

In real-life I get up off the bed, put the towel down on the floor, stand on it on my tip-toes and raise my hands high above my head (what a silly, silly, horny girl!!!!). I can feel the "cum" beginning to drip out of me. The lube wants to squirt out my backdoor! I need to clench hard. But I also feel it dribbling out my pussy and down my legs. I try to squeeze my pussy but it does no good. It continued dribbling down my inner thighs. I won't let it out the backdoor. I hold it in. But I'm cramping a little. Oh oh. Was it too much lube back there. I relax and let a little out. Oh dear. I'm dripping cum out my backside also. It drips down my inner thighs, front and back combining. I move the towel back to the bed and throw myself on it. My bumhole and pussy are so squishy. I rub my legs together, feeling the "cum" between my thighs. I start diddling my clit.

I replay the fantasy from the start. Naked in front of the men. Spanked across his knee, pussy and bumhole opening and closing and wriggling obscenely in front of the assembled men, making them hard. Then paddled to tears! Bent over the bench. Fucked and cum into by all the men watching. Then fucked in the ass by my Alpha. Finally strung up in the center of the room, cum visibly dripping out of my pussy and asshole. Men and woman both seeing me.

The people are all milling around now, making smalltalk with one another. Occasionally I overhear one or the other comment about me. About how I called the man "Daddy" at the end of my paddling. How I was sopping wet following my spanking. About all the cock I took. About John (yes, that's his name) spanking me, showing me who's boss, and then teaching me my final lesson by fucking me hard in my ass, by sperming into my ass. The men freely fondle me. Squeezing and slapping and twisting my breasts and nipples. Smacking my bottom. No man even wants to touch my dirty cum-filled cunt. As I dangle there, spinning gently on my tip-toes. I feel the cum dribbling down my legs, pooling at my toes. My toes are dancing in their cum.

"Just look at that little red-assed cum bucket!" says one of the women present.
"She's dribbling sperm!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"

Oh God! look at that little red assed cum bucket... dribbling sperm... I stroke myself violently, my pussy and hands and thighs and ass and asshole soaked in slippery lube that I imagine is male ejaculate, and have one of the biggest orgasms of my life.

OH FUCK!!!! I cry out as I violently cum, losing all control of my limbs.

It's over. All my muscles relax as I gently stroke my labia and my breasts, giving myself some much needed "aftercare". I am soaking wet from both myself and from all the simulated cum on and in me. I laugh at myself and shake my head. I realize I will have to write this up for you all! My dark and silly fantasies, my self-spankings, my fingering of myself, my "lube trick" to simulate sperm in me. Yeah, right. Mature, grown, married woman!

I get up off the bed still laughing at myself and feeling a bit sheepish. I climb in the shower for the second time and soak myself for a long, relaxing time.

So that was my fantasy and my orgasm that day. All of that really happened. All those thoughts were exactly the thoughts that made me cum so hard.

I know. I know. Someone get this girl a psycho-analyst!

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So that was my fantasy during my extended masturbation session. But now it's time. Deep breath. I need to show the two photos. Oh fuck!

First of all, please don't be disappointed.  I am not a model, the lighting is very bad, and it's a selfie. There are so many better pictures of women masturbating on the net (some of which I have included above). You also can't see much because I had to blow up the photo and crop myself because it was taken far away through a mirror. Also, my hand is covering "the goods" because of the angle. So these will likely win the vote for the worst female masturbation photos on the web!

But they are me, they are real, my finger is deep in my pussy, which in these photos is very wet. I was excited taking these photos and knowing they will be posted. I know I make fun of men for stroking themselves off like little monkeys, and here I am, doing the exact same thing and posting it on the web for all my readers, and many strangers, to see.

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Here is photo number one.

#1

Yes, that is me. My legs spread wide. My middle finger up my cunt. I am fortunate that the camera bisected my tits so you can see both of them clearly.

Here is a closeup of my finger in my pussy.

I'm sorry it's so blurry and so hard to see anything. I'm also sorry I'm such a needy attention whoring slut...

Here is the other decent photo.

#2

In this photo I like the way just one breast peeks out at you. And again, note the legs spread wide. My husband will physically spread my knees like this and push them back to about this angle to have better access to my sex during one of my wife-fuckings. He goes in sooo deep when I'm spread like this. In this photo, however, it is my own finger that is buried up there.

There did it. Ok, so I masturbate. I stick my fingers into my pussy and I masturbate. I flick at my clitoris and I masturbate. I dream up ridiculous and extreme fantasies and masturbate because I can't get off to Prince Charming romantically Kissing me on My Lips. I can't even get off thinking about vanilla sex. I need to be beaten and subjugated by a roomful of men to get off.

Messed up chick!

PHEW

Hope you liked the photos (and the honesty!). Tell me, which one's nicer #1 or #2? Also, please tell me what these fantasies and illustrations inspire in you that you may want to do to me. I really enjoy those thoughts on my more subby posts...

Feeling vulnerable and needing a good shaming by my readers and then a good spanking from my hubby. I love you all...