I had a late morning today. It’s a holiday over here, so no work. Also, I got home pretty late last night and although I was awake early, I stayed in bed.
And as I was in bed and reading other people’s tweets and thinking about nice men, my hand wandered over my body and between my legs. As I played with myself and had a nice orgasm, it felt like it wasn’t enough.
I couldn’t name what it was. I was restless and couldn’t calm down. I knew I was horny. And that feeling just kept increasing. Somehow I knew that another orgasm would be nice, but probably wouldn’t help to stop being horny.
It was more than simply the craving for an orgasm or a nice fucking or anything of that kind. I didn’t know what to do. I even considered working out – I might’ve been still too hungover for that, so I didn’t.
And suddenly I realised what is was. It wasn’t my body, my pussy that was horny. It was my head.
I’m craving a special kind of fucking. The one that fucks my head. I want my body to be used, but even more so my brain.
So in the end I did have another orgasm and I calmed down a bit. The orgasm helped, but also understanding what that need was, that I was feeling.
I want my head to be fucked. I need it. And writing about makes me crave it even more. Also, there might be a third orgasm heading my way today.