Afterglow

Sometimes I feel so inspired to post but just have nothing to say. I should work on that.

What I like lately is how little time it takes me to come. I'd heard that the 30s were rockin' years for women, but always only sort of half believed it. Until it happened, that is.

Sometimes I wonder whether it's a function of actual physical changes, or simply one of being more comfortable with one's self -- less inhibited and more in tune with what feels best where.

A new battery in the pocket rocket is always a boon, and the left side of my clitoris is always the best place for it. No matter how many times I use it, it's always best in the same place. It never gets old, and it always leaves me primed for more. And having learned to grit my teeth and power on into the next wave continues to bring orgasm after delightful orgasm. Now I just need to come up with a name for that new position.

Oh, and don't stop holding me down. That's hot. And that playlist. More Pavlovian music for me. Next time one of those songs comes on while we're in a store, find a way to slip your hand down my pants and see just how wet I am for you.