I can't help myself, I am here to give you a progress report.
Sit down, this is gonna be a kicker, lol. You will be extremely pleased to know that I can now say it. Yes....it. Wanna see?
It took me a good bit of time, and true, I did have to ease into it, but oh honey, once I did, I truly let it rip. Now, the only way to do it is to relay it to you in the stages in which it actually happened. I was a bit tame at first, but please note that the more I did it, the more I found it creeping its colorful little self into each and every emotion I possess, and lol, that's alot of emotion. OK, grab those smokes and get comfy.
The Beginning:
My first signs of hope were when I found myself actually typing the letters "WTF???". I know, I know, but we all have to start somewhere. Then, I actually heard myself saying it out loud! I was stunned, but found a tiny little grin warming my face. I then took it to the bathroom mirror, and actually watched myself saying the words "What the fuck??" and do you know that after about 4 attempts, I branched out a bit and whispered "F u c k." My, oh my, what a "F u c k" slut I must be, because do you know my nipples started to tingle, and before long, I was in this almost orgasmic frenzy of "fuck...fuck....FUCK", my voice growing stronger and louder, each time spoken with a bit more conviction until finally, I stood screaming in the mirror at this flushed woman with her nipples all hard and her hair all wild, and saying over and over "Fuck it....just fuck it.....OHFUCKINGDAMN, JUST FUCK IT!!!!!"
Now I admit, it comes easiest in the throes of anger, and yes, the chiccie specializes in this category, lol. My worst times are always while driving. A few weeks ago, this car started to stop, changed his mind, stopped again and then right when *HE* stopped, he whipped out into the left hand turning lane right as I was easing into it, and oh man, i just belted out "FUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!are you fucking crazy, you fucking little F U C K?!"
*beams proudly*
I just knew I was a goner and could not even open my eyes but finally, I looked in my rearview mirror because I saw movement, and I realized that my windows were down, I was so humiliated. Then this big man in a long trench coat started walking up to my car and he was motioning for me to go, but i was so stunned that I just sat there, frozen. Finally he screamed "make the turn....make the fucking turn!!! Well fuck, *theres no need to get all riled and uppity at ME*, I was outta there like a bat outta hell.
Now that I had the hang of it, I found it sliding into my more humorous moments. Some of my more momentous blurts include: (upon hearing the phone ring at the other end of the house, and wiping out cause I took off like a bolt of lightning in my stockinged feet, across hardwood floors) "Where in fuck is the phone??"
It would warm your heart to know that I hopped over little peoples toys and furniture type objects along the way, just like the woman possessed that I am. (though I did glance back to make certain there were no injuries.) Ofcourse, the closer I got to the little ringy sound without actually spotting it, the more I just flowed into a stream of "Oh, Fuck, Fuck...where in fuck is the phone???" And then, yes, you guessed it. The ringing stopped and the answering machine comes on, and theres silence. *sigh* Now here is some of my better stuff, lol...I collapsed into a heap on my bed, and heard myself muttering to no one at all, "Well just fuck me running!"
But dear, theres more. The most interesting thing happened. Surely I did some kind of coming full circle thingie, because I took it back to it's roots, lol. In phone conversations, I had someone doing what you had suggested the night all this "lady like" stuff first caught your attention, remember? They offered what you did...a kind of one person intervention?? Well, I found myself very shyly and sweetly saying it with regard to...oh man...OKOK... intercourse. Before long, I was able to fill in the blanks when prompted. I was so proud, and I'm betting you are too! And then, well, I just began to realize that something really nice started coursing through my loins each and every single time I uttered the word....what was THIS feeling????? Whatever it was, I liked it, and in the heat of my naughtiness, lets just say I came alive. But guess what? Remember the other word I couldn't say, NO MATTER WHAT?? Though there are many variations, this is basically the way it went...
Him: Tell me what you want.
Me: I want you.
Him: What do you want me to do?
Me: (breathlessly) I want you to fuck me.
Him: How...tell me how you want it...WHAT do you want?
Me: I want you to fuck me with your bigthickcock....
Him: What?!?
Me: Yes...I want you to fuck me with your big, fat, thick cock.
Him: Oh? Where...where do you want me to fuck you with my big, fat, thick cock???
Me:...You know where....! (Starting to panic a bit here.)
Him: No, you have to tell me.
Me: Just fuck me!!!!
Him: No...no. Tell me where, or I'm not going to give it to you...
Me: Ugh...unnhhh....fuck me, just fuck my (whispering) pussy...Now!
Him: Yes....now you're talking, now say it all together for me.
Me: Oh God...please, please...fuck me, fuck me in my kit...uh, pussy with your bigfatthickcock, PLEASE!!!!!!! Doit, doitNOW, FUCKME, yes, fuckmefuckmefuckME, pleasejustfuckmegood...justFUCKME!!!!!Ohunnhhh(just screaming now)yesyesOHGODYES......!.....
Woman, I just burn when I talk like this, because now I can actually do it during skin to skin lovemaking. In fact, I don't even have a choice anymore, it just comes out of me, and I erupt and gush and just flow into something so wild and hot and primitive...these are very intense and incredible feelings.
Thank you Ruby, I owe you.
Edited for previously undetected typos and stuff, and because my profanities stretched the page.
Sit down, this is gonna be a kicker, lol. You will be extremely pleased to know that I can now say it. Yes....it. Wanna see?
It took me a good bit of time, and true, I did have to ease into it, but oh honey, once I did, I truly let it rip. Now, the only way to do it is to relay it to you in the stages in which it actually happened. I was a bit tame at first, but please note that the more I did it, the more I found it creeping its colorful little self into each and every emotion I possess, and lol, that's alot of emotion. OK, grab those smokes and get comfy.
The Beginning:
My first signs of hope were when I found myself actually typing the letters "WTF???". I know, I know, but we all have to start somewhere. Then, I actually heard myself saying it out loud! I was stunned, but found a tiny little grin warming my face. I then took it to the bathroom mirror, and actually watched myself saying the words "What the fuck??" and do you know that after about 4 attempts, I branched out a bit and whispered "F u c k." My, oh my, what a "F u c k" slut I must be, because do you know my nipples started to tingle, and before long, I was in this almost orgasmic frenzy of "fuck...fuck....FUCK", my voice growing stronger and louder, each time spoken with a bit more conviction until finally, I stood screaming in the mirror at this flushed woman with her nipples all hard and her hair all wild, and saying over and over "Fuck it....just fuck it.....OHFUCKINGDAMN, JUST FUCK IT!!!!!"
Now I admit, it comes easiest in the throes of anger, and yes, the chiccie specializes in this category, lol. My worst times are always while driving. A few weeks ago, this car started to stop, changed his mind, stopped again and then right when *HE* stopped, he whipped out into the left hand turning lane right as I was easing into it, and oh man, i just belted out "FUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!are you fucking crazy, you fucking little F U C K?!"
*beams proudly*
I just knew I was a goner and could not even open my eyes but finally, I looked in my rearview mirror because I saw movement, and I realized that my windows were down, I was so humiliated. Then this big man in a long trench coat started walking up to my car and he was motioning for me to go, but i was so stunned that I just sat there, frozen. Finally he screamed "make the turn....make the fucking turn!!! Well fuck, *theres no need to get all riled and uppity at ME*, I was outta there like a bat outta hell.
Now that I had the hang of it, I found it sliding into my more humorous moments. Some of my more momentous blurts include: (upon hearing the phone ring at the other end of the house, and wiping out cause I took off like a bolt of lightning in my stockinged feet, across hardwood floors) "Where in fuck is the phone??"
It would warm your heart to know that I hopped over little peoples toys and furniture type objects along the way, just like the woman possessed that I am. (though I did glance back to make certain there were no injuries.) Ofcourse, the closer I got to the little ringy sound without actually spotting it, the more I just flowed into a stream of "Oh, Fuck, Fuck...where in fuck is the phone???" And then, yes, you guessed it. The ringing stopped and the answering machine comes on, and theres silence. *sigh* Now here is some of my better stuff, lol...I collapsed into a heap on my bed, and heard myself muttering to no one at all, "Well just fuck me running!"
But dear, theres more. The most interesting thing happened. Surely I did some kind of coming full circle thingie, because I took it back to it's roots, lol. In phone conversations, I had someone doing what you had suggested the night all this "lady like" stuff first caught your attention, remember? They offered what you did...a kind of one person intervention?? Well, I found myself very shyly and sweetly saying it with regard to...oh man...OKOK... intercourse. Before long, I was able to fill in the blanks when prompted. I was so proud, and I'm betting you are too!
And then, well, I just began to realize that something really nice started coursing through my loins each and every single time I uttered the word....what was THIS feeling????? Whatever it was, I liked it, and in the heat of my naughtiness, lets just say I came alive. But guess what? Remember the other word I couldn't say, NO MATTER WHAT?? Though there are many variations, this is basically the way it went...Him: Tell me what you want.
Me: I want you.
Him: What do you want me to do?
Me: (breathlessly) I want you to fuck me.
Him: How...tell me how you want it...WHAT do you want?
Me: I want you to fuck me with your bigthickcock....
Him: What?!?
Me: Yes...I want you to fuck me with your big, fat, thick cock.
Him: Oh? Where...where do you want me to fuck you with my big, fat, thick cock???
Me:...You know where....! (Starting to panic a bit here.)
Him: No, you have to tell me.
Me: Just fuck me!!!!
Him: No...no. Tell me where, or I'm not going to give it to you...
Me: Ugh...unnhhh....fuck me, just fuck my (whispering) pussy...Now!
Him: Yes....now you're talking, now say it all together for me.
Me: Oh God...please, please...fuck me, fuck me in my kit...uh, pussy with your bigfatthickcock, PLEASE!!!!!!! Doit, doitNOW, FUCKME, yes, fuckmefuckmefuckME, pleasejustfuckmegood...justFUCKME!!!!!Ohunnhhh(just screaming now)yesyesOHGODYES......!.....
Woman, I just burn when I talk like this, because now I can actually do it during skin to skin lovemaking. In fact, I don't even have a choice anymore, it just comes out of me, and I erupt and gush and just flow into something so wild and hot and primitive...these are very intense and incredible feelings.
Thank you Ruby, I owe you.
Edited for previously undetected typos and stuff, and because my profanities stretched the page.
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