By on March 17, 2011.

17th March 2011

Thursday? Really, I mean really, are you sure it is only Thursday? Why oh why is this turning into the longest week ever? Not only is it still JUST Thursday but it’s not even lunchtime yet. This week is so frustrating in more ways than one. Firstly all the things I need to get done before he arrives are going to have be crammed into one day, tomorrow, and secondly I am turning into a jittering cum deprived wreck.

My pussy aches and I mean aches, ALL THE TIME and I can’t seem to keep my fingers off it either. It’s like picking a scab, itching an itch, pressing a bruise, I have to keep touching it, feeling it, fiddling with it, which for a brief moment seems to calm me down but actually in the long run every touch is just making it worse but I still can’t seem to stop.

Oh and let’s not mention the nightmare of choosing an outfit for Saturday. I spent the best part of 2 hours yesterday afternoon trying on various combinations of various undies and dresses and shoes etc, followed by a few photographs which when I transferred them onto my computer made me realised that what I thought I was going to wear in fact looked crap and so I was back to square one.

However, don’t panic, because due to the wonderful invention of the DVD player and a terrible Thunderbirds movie I was awarded some bonus Mummy time and was able to continue in the great clothes debate and finally make a selection that I am pleased with…… I think.

So I apologise if this post seems to be the rantings of a mad woman, all I can say in my defence is that orgasms help to keep me sane and this current torture is working its magic, I am slowly but surely being driven into a lack of orgasm insanity. You know what, he flight better not be delayed on Saturday, I might just have a total meltdown at Heathrow airport if it is. *Goes off to worry and fret about it all, and to play with her pussy…..yet again. Back soon!

Hand in black lace pantiesMollyxxx

ps…. The good news is that i have spent so long playing with my pussy this morning that as I post this it is now Thursday afternoon. Yay!


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  1. molly you may have started a new craze, “pussy play to pass the time.”

    I can see the line of women around the world slipping fingers inside to their clit while waiting in line at the grocer.

    Physician office’s may have to set up a display of personal wipes in the lobby for those passing the time, by playing with their pussy.

    Hmm even men could jump on board, playing with their pussy while waiting for an oil change to be completed.

    I like it .. I think it’s a marketable idea. Perhaps I should do an in depth study.

    • I am living proof that it works….. I have managed to make a whole morning past while thinking about my pussy and actually playing with it too, and don’t forget the added bonus of the lingering smell on your fingers. Which, when I catch a whiff of it, seems to lead them straight back to where the problem is…… LOL


  2. A half dozen thrusts deep into your wet pussy and you are once again on the edge of climax.
    You really want to cum, and if He had been there you would have begged to be allowed to cum. Your body trembles as you take calming breaths and suck the juices from your slick fingers.
    Keep bringing yourself to the edge of climax.
    Each near orgasm is now easily reached with just a few strokes of nimble fingers over your throbbing clit.
    Saturday is close. Only problem for you that it is after (fucktoy) Friday.

  3. Yes, ’tis only Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays. However…it will not be long until Friday and I suspect you and I will both be celebrating (for entirely different reasons) very soon.

  4. I agree with DDD. Great pic, and I think that a pussy is like a well played organ, a Harp, even. The more you pluck it, the sweeter the notes, the more sensitive your fingertips, the more responsive the organ, the longer you feel that “hum” as the last tremor…I mean note, slips away.
    The more you want to hear it again.
    That could be just me…wound a bit too tight.
    xx xx

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