~A~LOVE~SUPREME's posts with tag: masturbation~nation
 We all fantasize... We fantasize when we walk thru Sak's shoe dept., we fantasize when we're flippin thru the latest issue of Vogue, we fantasize about fuckin the dude who works across the hall, and we fantasize about dude we wanna fuck, and we know we're gonna fuck, but have yet to fuck... Fantasies can go from one extreme to the other, from dream jobs to gang bangs, to girl on girl, to being dressed up as a school girl...
More and more my sexual fantasy is consuming my sexual reality... Not that anything's wrong with that, but if I ain’t fantasizing, I ain’t cummin. Simple as that! Often times I miss the days of having normal sex, with good dick and cumming from him just straight banging the pussy... But, the intensity of the nut combined with the fantasy compares to NOTHING I've ever experienced before, and lawd knows I've had some experiences. But lawd y'all, my fantasies scare the shit out of me! I know y’all get sick of hearing about me and my damn fantasies, but dammit, this is my blog, and i’mma speak on it... Audience: so Teal, what's your fantasy? Teal: do ya really wanna know? Well, I’ll tell you my fantasy if you promise to not change your opinion of me... Audience: nothin you could say would change our impression of you... Teal: you sure? Audience: of course we're sure... *audience member raises her hand, and whispers in my ear: tell me your deepest darkest fantasy* Teal: I can show u better than tell you... Audience Member: then show me bitch! Teal: you can't handle my brand of fantasy, cuz i can't handle my brand of fantasy ... you see my fantasies keep me up at night, and when my fantasy invades my reality, i act on it... i do it my way... i lay across my bed, and before you know it, i'm in my personal "FANTASY ISLAND". I spread my legs, and i tease my clit, with each stroke to my clit the fantasy grows, as the fantasy grows the need for additional stimulation grows... u see it's a process ... if i want to be taken, i tie my tits up, all the while imagining someone else tying up my tits ... if i want to be spanked, i turn into the school girl with the soft whiny voice, paint stick in hand. Spanking dat ass, and often times spanking these tits too (dirty lil girl) ... when i want to be dominated i become the defiant lil bitch, talkin shit, pissin him off, makin him want to do bodily harm to me... u see, i am the keeper of the fantasy, and until i find someone worthy of assisting me act out my fantasy, my fantasies are mine and mine alone... However, i will tell you this: there is nothing like fantasy baby! it is the fantasy that keeps me fulfilled until that special one comes along ... in the meantime, i continue to fantasize about the day, my fantasy will become my reality... i keep the fantasy alive and well in my thoughts, in my touch, and in my nut ... and with every stroke of my pussy, and every tug of my nipples, and every plug in my ass the fantasy grows stronger, stroke by stroke... in closing, i will say this: if you share your fantasy, I'll share mine... *wink*
What’s up good people! Earlier today, I found myself reading some online article, and I ran across a lil something that pretty much stated that "Solo Sex Hurts Your Relationship" in short it states that Masturbation can hurt your relationship by creating distance... I personally think that’s possible! But, it can be easily resolved: MUTUAL MASTURBATION, if you can’t pro-create, I say mutual masturbate! lol... But the killer was when I read that fantasies can really hurt your relationship... From what I gather often times when you fantasize, your dreaming of another person, your fantasizing about sex with someone other than your partner... Would that, could that, be CHEATING? Hmmmmmm.... Did you know that phone sex, and internet chatting is considered fantasizing? Once again, could that be CHEATING? Personally, I think fantasies can be a good thing! I think that if both parties are open about sharing their fantasies it can only increase the love making.... Discussing fantasies is a healthy way to increase the depth of future bedroom soirees... Keepin the fantasy to yourself and not being able to release them can pose more of a problem then having the fantasy! But who am I? I’m jus a chick that likes to blog about all things sexual... *shrugs shoulders* Now on the other hand, sharing fantasies can also cause problems... Especially if the other party is insecure... Sharing a fantasy can often lead the insecure party to believe that you’ve explored these ideas with someone else... At the end of the day it’s a matter of knowing your mate, and knowing how their mind works... So tell me, would you have issues with your mate fantasizing about another woman while making love to you? Men would you be offended if you found out your woman was fantasizing about the well endowed ex-boyfriend she had prior to meeting you? Wouldn’t you prefer your significant other share your fantasies with you instead of acting them out with someone else? Talk to me folks! My ass fantasizes all damn day... Hell, I even fantasize about some of y’all! But I’m single, so I guess it’s ok... *wink*
 ...this is some random shit, that’s gonna lead into some sexual shit, so excuse the flow or lack of flow.
...so y’all know about the whole twine play session, right? The night I decided to tie the girls up in twine and proceeded to get soakin wet, which let to a nite of self indulgence? If you don’t recall the story, peep the "all tied up" blog! Now lets fast forward a few days and weeks after the fact... So I’m in the bathroom admiring my greatness when suddenly I notice I have these strange marks around my breast... At first I thought nothin of it, by the 2nd day I found myself becoming more fascinated with the markings... By day 3, I was runnin home lookin at the damn markings... Then it dawned on me that the markings were actually burns from the twine! sidebar: now you know the girls had to be bound pretty damn tight for the twine to leave a mark, right? Ummhmm, those joints were bound! And boy did it feel good... ...at this point I’m lookin at the markings in admiration, then I started to look at them and recall the night that I placed the twine around my juicy tits, and before I knew it was seekin out twine, and I was back to square one! ...there’s a method to my madness and a reason for mentioning all of this... in seeing the twine it took me back to a chat I had awhile ago regarding the BDSM lifestyle, this person took the time to chat with me, a novice, and break some things down for a sistah! I reflect on that chat often (mad thanks to a friend formely known as *m*) *wink* But, the one thing that stood out about the conversation was when she mentioned "trophies"... I didn’t understand that aspect of the "post scene" high, for whatever reason I could NOT wrap my brain around "trophies" I mean really, who wants to look at welts, or wax scorches, or any other inflicted imperfection?... How crazy is that?... ...now, that’s how I felt then. Fast forward to now, and I must tell you, I now have a very clear understanding of "trophies" and there effect on ones emotions... See the trophies are just that, a trophy, something that allows you to reflect on that special moment in time with one simple glance... Every time I would look at my self inflicted "trophies", I became instantly excited, and extremely WET. Now the bizarre shit is this, in seeing the trophies it filled me with joy... Weird right? Hell, I can’t explain this shit... Just like I can’t explain why being spanked turns me the fuck on, or having my nipples teased, tantalized and tortured makes me wanna explode... I can’t explain it, and no longer do I attempt justify it, I just go with the flow! ...fast forward to last night! Well, I was sitting here in my humble adobe, horny as ever... And lookin for a new cheap thrill. I’m strolling thru the house in an effort to tidy up, and I run across some new shoe strings still in the package... I grab them, thinking i’mma put them away, and low n’ behold I get a look at myself in the mirror, especially my breast and my horniness levels increased 10 fold... Now, at this point I’m standing there admiring my tits with shoestrings in hand, and I knew that I was done tidying up for the evening... I skip to the bedroom! Yes dammit, skip to the bedroom.... *smile* ...i’m sittin on the bed, caressing my tits, and grinding my pussy on the mattress, steady holding the shoe strings... What to do with the shoe strings? Then, a lil birdie says: why not tie up your nipples! And I say: what a damn good idea! Next thing you know, I’m sitting on the bed unwrapping shoe strings, and tying up nipples... Now I’m not talkin about the flat shoes strings, I’m talkin about the round athletic shoe strings... Lawd y’all, what a fuckin experience! ...at first I though I would need both shoe strings, and as I tied the right nipple, I realized that one shoe string would be enough... I took the shoe strings, and double looped it around my perky nipple, and tied it TIGHT... Then I took the other end and repeated the process on the left nipple... It was perfect, one shoe string tying up both nipples... Nice and tight, and nice and perky... What a site it was... Nice perky nipples peekin thru the shoe strings... Boy did I enjoy playing with them, I licked, and I sucked, I spit and I bit, and eventually I made my way to the stream that was forming between my legs... Now, I wanted to pause for the webcam cause, but a sista couldn’t stop! So sorry folks, no picture for your viewing pleasures... Maybe next time. ...the icing on my self pleasure cake was when I started to masturbate, some how I was able to play with my pussy as I tugged on the string which increased my pleasure even more... A pull here, and a tug there, and a imagination that would have me committed, made for a nut everywhere! ...what a nite! Lawd knows what I’ll come up with next... Actually, I did find myself playing with the pant clips on plastic hangers, I took’em off, and immediately clamped my nipples down, and even went as far as to clamp my clit... Whew damn... Now, that was nice... We’ll save that story for the next blog... Hopefully! Aight babies, I’m out... Happy Holidays babies, and to all a good nite...
 ...for the past few days I’ve wanted to PLAY IN MY PUSSY... But, the vibrator wasn’t vibrating... Now, I know I have new batteries in this damn house... And I’ve searched high n’ damn low... but, no success in locating the damn batteries... All I wanna do is play in my pussy... Hell all I wanna feel is the vibrations of my vibrator... But NOOOOOO, there are NO damn batteries...
...low n behold, I’m cleaning the kitchen, cleaning out a bowl filled with SHIT, you know what I’m talkin about right? Everyone has a junk drawer somewhere in their home, most of us have them in our kitchens... Well, I have a junk drawer, and a junk bowl, a bowl of shit... Pencils, granola bars, fruit snacks, a receipt here n’ there, and low n’ behold the fuckin batteries... Now, you know I’ve looked thru this damn bowl a zillion times... And there were NO batteries, yesterday... but today, they magically appeared... Now, I’m baffled... my question is as follows: where the hell did the batteries come from?... but more importantly where did they go? ...bottom line is this, my happy ass has been lookin for the damn batteries for DAYS... I was starting to think I had used the batteries, or maybe lil man a.k.a. the "battery bandit" took the batteries... you see, he likes to hoard batteries for all his lil bullshit battery operated toys... Now, I approached the battery bandit and interrogated his lil ass, with no success, I was sure he had the batteries... Looks like I was wrong.... or was I? I THINK NOT.... not that I’m calling my kid a.k.a. the battery bandit, a liar or anything, but he’s a crafty lil thang! But, deep inside I feel the battery bandit, took the batteries... And because the crazy momma told the battery bandit NO more popsicles until my batteries reappeared, I believe the battery bandit, returned the batteries, due to a need for a popsicle feed... ...now, I have no way of proving this, but I know where I looked, and I know how many times I looked, and because I know how the battery bandit operates, I firmly believe I’m on the path of solving the battery caper... But at this point, it doesn’t matter... I got my batteries, and the battery bandit has a popsicle, and everyone is at peace in 606! ...needless to say, I can’t wait till the bandit falls asleep, so that I, mother of the bandit can play in peace.... Full throttle battery operated masturbation... Yes, my dear people I can see and feel it now.... battery bandit, must finish his math homework so the masturbation can begin... ...I wanna bond with my vibrator, I wanna make love to my vibrator, I wanna become one with my vibrator, I wanna fall asleep with my vibrator firmly placed in the warmth of my pussy, only to awaken with it still in place... all so that I can pull it out at 3 a.m. get a whiff, and start all ova again! yes, my dear people, it’s time for a lil long overdue moment of self indulgence.... I think it’s safe to say that it’s time to: make the batteries do what they do! *wink* why party like a rock star, when you can masturbate like a porn star? lol
 The nite started out innocently enough... A lil late nite, pre-Thanksgiving puff, and then off to bed. Never in a million years did I think, my journey to the bedroom would turn into a nite of self indulgent pleasure... One stroke of the kitty, turned into two, which led to many more...I touched it, I caressed it, and I penetrated it...It started out so simple...A simple touch of my breast..Led to a lick...Which turned into a suck...The more I sucked, the wetter I got...The wetter I got the more I wanted to touch...I touched myself, and was AMAZED by the wetness...One thing led to another, and before I knew it...My fingers were buried deep inside my pussy...As I stroked my pussy, increasing the flow of juices...My breast began to grow fuller, and fuller...Nipples gettin harder and harder second by second...I began to realize that the girls were feelin neglected...I raised my drenched fingers...And massaged my nipples with my sticky juices...As my nipples were finally getting the attention they so deserved...I decided it was time to once again luxuriate in the wetness of my tight pussy.. I placed one finger in at a time, building up to three...Thrusting in and out, focusing on my wet pussy, and my growin clit...Suddenly a breeze came thru the bedroom window...The breeze sent a message to my nipples...My nipples sent a message to my brain: please don’t neglect me, we need love too...I needed more hands... I needed a man, hell, I needed somethin...My thoughts went into overdrive...
This multi-tasking is a bitch...How can I give attention to all my body parts?...I’m only one woman, with only two hands...And with one single flip of my mental switch... It dawned on me...Nipple clamps is what we need, to feed this inner need...I grabbed my clamps, and went back to the business at hand...I lathered up my nipples, with my sticky juices...Placed my clamps on my nipples and began to work... I played with my pussy for what seemed like hours...I wanted to cum...But I couldn’t cum...I needed to cum...but couldn’t cum...I took my mind places it hadn’t been in some time...In order to cum... But still...No nut...Suddenly my thoughts turned to anal pleasure...It dawned on me, that I hadn’t been fucked in the ass...In a very long time...All this time, I thought it was my pussy that needed my affections...But really it was ass...Nice and tight...Ready to be delighted...Ready to be penetrated...What’s a girl to do?...Now, while I’m having said thoughts, I’m still playing with my pussy...It dawned on me..."Prince" is under the mattress... (My purple vibrator)... as I stroked my pussy, I tried to steer my thoughts into other directions...But the thought of my ass being penetrated was front and center... It would not go away! So here I am...a wet ass pussy...nipples firmly clamped...and a ass hole ready for attention...What’s a girl to do?...I realized that my ass was crying for attention: fuck me, fuck me now!...So I reached for "Prince", and I sucked him down, got’em nice and wet...And slid him in my pussy for added lubricant...I stuck the head of prince in my ass...And I let the games begin...Gyrating, penetrating, and spitting and squeezing...And still it wasn’t enough...I continued to enjoy all that was Teal...Only to realize that it wasn’t a man made material that I desired...I needed the flesh of my flesh...I pulled prince out, and inserted my middle finger...Oh the pleasure of stickin my finger in my ass...It was heaven on earth, followed by an orgasm that made my earth shake... Hours later, I awaken from my orgasmic coma, nipples still firmly clamped, and pussy drenching wet, calling my name, dying for penetration... Before I knew it, I was back to square one, a wet ass pussy, and wicked ass thoughts.... And with the entry of my finger, placed perfectly in my pussy, I came, and the flood gates opened up! I fell asleep in my wetness, and awakened this Thanksgiving morning to the smell of my pussy in the air... What a nite!
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