Today I am thinking about sex.
Everyday I am thinking about sex.
Nearly every minute, a thought of sex creeps in.
I want it all the time, any sort of way.
I am addicted. I am obsessed. I want to be posessed.
I want my Sir in me, on me, near me all of the time.
I am forever wet and ready to go. I am always prepared.
Sir gave me 25 belt spankings this morning before He left for work. He wanted me to think of Him today. I love that, but I think of Him every day…in the dirtiest of ways.
I am off to start my real day, but sex always hangs around.
Sex. Love. Sir. Sex.