Ever start writing with the intention of saying one thing only to end up writing about an entirely different thing? Yeah, me too. That’s what happened in my last post. I fully had the intention of writing something that fit with the title I gave it. But that’s not what came out.
I think when I haven’t written in a long time all the thoughts and feelings I would have written about are still bottled up inside. I begin writing after a dry spell and once the first jammed up words are out all the other words come spurting out in all directions. Yes, the visual there was intentional. It IS a sex blog after all.
My title Sex, what’s that? was a lame segue from a long hiatus to writing about Daddy’s task for me tonight. But my emotions dragged me off elsewhere. It happens.
We were family Facetiming and the sneaky man was able to give me direction in code to masturbate tonight for him. It occurred to me after we disconnected that (1) the man is talented in running multiple layer conversations and (2) it has been a holy hell of a long time since I masturbated well.
How does that happen? I think I’m a fairly sex-driven individual. How does that just turn off when he’s not around? I know I was work and family focused but sheesh…sad. It’s been several weeks of blah. I had a couple random vibrator/porn moments but I think I also fell asleep more than once thinking about masturbating without actually having bothered. Lame.
So, I have a task to do and I must find my mojo because I was directed to do it well.