carne_dulce
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acts of submission - lightening in the storm
Hello, Dear Ones,
I wear a brown print skirt, a white-on-white embroidered top, brown sandals and red-painted toenails. I wear a soft white bra under my top and my purple print bikini panties under my skirt ... As Dragon Teacher decrees, I spread my thighs and plunge my finger into myself to sample my juices and tell you about them in greeting ... today I taste earthy, salty, a tad bitter ... been eating arugula again! : - )
My life partner battles illness and will continue to do so for weeks to come. There are many years and many children between us. My remaining parent slips into the darkness, losing bit by bit identity and capacity each day. I am in a vast web of strong bonds, Dear Ones, and how little of me there is, really, to go around.
There are errands to run, things to drop off, to pick up. On my way, I step out of the web and claim myself. I stop by the bookstore where on a raised area at the rear is a café with tables surrounded by a railing. I buy a coffee and make it sweet and creamy. I carry it to a table by the wall. All around me the tables are occupied with people engrossed in their reading, whether they sit alone or with others.
I am nervous, but open my magazine and sip the coffee as my hand slips under the flap of my wrap-around skirt to seek my sweet and sensitive spot. I glance about - the skirt does a good job of covering my hand, the jacket conceals me from the railing side - I waited a while for this table ... oh ... I can't quite reach; all I feel is the silky shaven skin of my vulva. I have to spread my legs a little wider to touch my clit ... I blush furiously at the idea of moving or drawing attention to myself in any way ... but Dragon Teacher told me plainly that simply daring to touch myself like this would not be enough to satisfy His demand. He told me I must properly finger-fuck myself to the point of orgasm or close to it.
Glancing about, I am relieved that no one seems to be taking notice of me. I force myself to spread my legs enough to be able to reach down deeply and touch my pussy lips and then when my hand is tucked between my thighs I squeeze them close. I begin to touch myself in the ways that most please me, gently, firmly and rhythmically, thinking intensely of Dragon Teacher and of how He would whisper His words before my eyes, shout His commands onto my screen ... I feel His energy, and feel His eyes on me ... the people at the next table begin to whisper and I try quickly to withdraw my hand and turn the page of the magazine, to play it cool ... but of course I'd squeezed my thighs together and have to snatch my hand from their grip -- the desired nonchalance of the gesture is betrayed by the way my hand suddenly springs up from beneath the table to touch the corner of the page.
I blush but then shrug off my jacket and drape it over my lap. I don't dare look at them; I just wait a moment and resume pleasuring myself and indulging myself with delicious thoughts of my darling Dragon Teacher ... thinking of how it pleases Him when I fulfill His demands whole-heartedly and joyfully, when I surrender to His will and allow myself to be transformed ... I cannot believe that I am sitting surrounded by other people in this drowsy coffee shop, beginning to feel the sweet spasms within that I call pearls ... the little chains of bursting, building orgasms that both satisfy and excite desire, that can precede the earthquake orgasm, the tsunami orgasm, the big bang orgasm ... ah Dragon! Dragon! Dragon! ah! When the whispering people at my side stand up suddenly to leave ... again I can't quite bring myself to look at them; I don't know if their departure has anything to do with me, though of course I come back to earth as my little chain of pearls comes to an end, and as I glance down and notice the small, subtle but unmistakable little movements of the jacket in my lap, I blush again hotly.
My cheeks and lips burn red. But though I look down determinedly at the magazine in self-consciousness, I smile - so happy! I had fulfilled Dragon Teacher's demand. Dear Ones, do you remember Meg Ryan's lovely orgasm in "When Harry Met Sally"? It really sounded good, but mine was very quiet ... my little string of pearls ... quiet but real ...
And Dragon Teacher does as Dragon Teacher does - He demands more. So yesterday on the way to an appointment I parked far from the building and gave myself a lovely orgasm by imagining Dragon Teacher in the car with me, with me on His lap, demanding we feel each other cum before I go in to work. I took this photo to show Him.
Today when Dragon summoned me, I was tending to other matters and unable to respond in a timely manner. Again I had to run errands, but on the way home, I stopped in the park. I sat on a bench among close-set bushes in the shade and spread a newspaper on my lap. I slip my hand under my panties and made myself cum for Him. I called and left him a voice message, sharing my longing, begging Him to fuck me as I came for Him ...
For now, He has given me this task - to seek places in public and make myself cum for Him, or as close as I can. He wishes me to share this energy with the universe in this manner. I accept the sacred erotic energy Dragon Teacher offers, recreate it, caress it, embody it, am filled and fulfilled by it, made hungry by it, share it ... here, Dear Ones ... I share it with you!
Thank you so much, Fred, for your hot message ... (sorry, I know my index is way out-of-date .. life is hectic) ... OQueen, thank you so much for your good wishes! And I'm so glad you like the blouse. I made some more lovely things this week - I'll take a photo for you when I get a chance. :- )
Dear Ones, please say hello on the thread! It's such a pleasure to hear from you; your kind words are always greatly appreciated.
un abrazo, Carne Dulce
Hello, Dear Ones,
I wear a brown print skirt, a white-on-white embroidered top, brown sandals and red-painted toenails. I wear a soft white bra under my top and my purple print bikini panties under my skirt ... As Dragon Teacher decrees, I spread my thighs and plunge my finger into myself to sample my juices and tell you about them in greeting ... today I taste earthy, salty, a tad bitter ... been eating arugula again! : - )
My life partner battles illness and will continue to do so for weeks to come. There are many years and many children between us. My remaining parent slips into the darkness, losing bit by bit identity and capacity each day. I am in a vast web of strong bonds, Dear Ones, and how little of me there is, really, to go around.
There are errands to run, things to drop off, to pick up. On my way, I step out of the web and claim myself. I stop by the bookstore where on a raised area at the rear is a café with tables surrounded by a railing. I buy a coffee and make it sweet and creamy. I carry it to a table by the wall. All around me the tables are occupied with people engrossed in their reading, whether they sit alone or with others.
I am nervous, but open my magazine and sip the coffee as my hand slips under the flap of my wrap-around skirt to seek my sweet and sensitive spot. I glance about - the skirt does a good job of covering my hand, the jacket conceals me from the railing side - I waited a while for this table ... oh ... I can't quite reach; all I feel is the silky shaven skin of my vulva. I have to spread my legs a little wider to touch my clit ... I blush furiously at the idea of moving or drawing attention to myself in any way ... but Dragon Teacher told me plainly that simply daring to touch myself like this would not be enough to satisfy His demand. He told me I must properly finger-fuck myself to the point of orgasm or close to it.
Glancing about, I am relieved that no one seems to be taking notice of me. I force myself to spread my legs enough to be able to reach down deeply and touch my pussy lips and then when my hand is tucked between my thighs I squeeze them close. I begin to touch myself in the ways that most please me, gently, firmly and rhythmically, thinking intensely of Dragon Teacher and of how He would whisper His words before my eyes, shout His commands onto my screen ... I feel His energy, and feel His eyes on me ... the people at the next table begin to whisper and I try quickly to withdraw my hand and turn the page of the magazine, to play it cool ... but of course I'd squeezed my thighs together and have to snatch my hand from their grip -- the desired nonchalance of the gesture is betrayed by the way my hand suddenly springs up from beneath the table to touch the corner of the page.
I blush but then shrug off my jacket and drape it over my lap. I don't dare look at them; I just wait a moment and resume pleasuring myself and indulging myself with delicious thoughts of my darling Dragon Teacher ... thinking of how it pleases Him when I fulfill His demands whole-heartedly and joyfully, when I surrender to His will and allow myself to be transformed ... I cannot believe that I am sitting surrounded by other people in this drowsy coffee shop, beginning to feel the sweet spasms within that I call pearls ... the little chains of bursting, building orgasms that both satisfy and excite desire, that can precede the earthquake orgasm, the tsunami orgasm, the big bang orgasm ... ah Dragon! Dragon! Dragon! ah! When the whispering people at my side stand up suddenly to leave ... again I can't quite bring myself to look at them; I don't know if their departure has anything to do with me, though of course I come back to earth as my little chain of pearls comes to an end, and as I glance down and notice the small, subtle but unmistakable little movements of the jacket in my lap, I blush again hotly.
My cheeks and lips burn red. But though I look down determinedly at the magazine in self-consciousness, I smile - so happy! I had fulfilled Dragon Teacher's demand. Dear Ones, do you remember Meg Ryan's lovely orgasm in "When Harry Met Sally"? It really sounded good, but mine was very quiet ... my little string of pearls ... quiet but real ...
And Dragon Teacher does as Dragon Teacher does - He demands more. So yesterday on the way to an appointment I parked far from the building and gave myself a lovely orgasm by imagining Dragon Teacher in the car with me, with me on His lap, demanding we feel each other cum before I go in to work. I took this photo to show Him.
Today when Dragon summoned me, I was tending to other matters and unable to respond in a timely manner. Again I had to run errands, but on the way home, I stopped in the park. I sat on a bench among close-set bushes in the shade and spread a newspaper on my lap. I slip my hand under my panties and made myself cum for Him. I called and left him a voice message, sharing my longing, begging Him to fuck me as I came for Him ...
For now, He has given me this task - to seek places in public and make myself cum for Him, or as close as I can. He wishes me to share this energy with the universe in this manner. I accept the sacred erotic energy Dragon Teacher offers, recreate it, caress it, embody it, am filled and fulfilled by it, made hungry by it, share it ... here, Dear Ones ... I share it with you!
Thank you so much, Fred, for your hot message ... (sorry, I know my index is way out-of-date .. life is hectic) ... OQueen, thank you so much for your good wishes! And I'm so glad you like the blouse. I made some more lovely things this week - I'll take a photo for you when I get a chance. :- )
Dear Ones, please say hello on the thread! It's such a pleasure to hear from you; your kind words are always greatly appreciated.
un abrazo, Carne Dulce