Like for days I’m just been getting off nonstop, like I haven’t been able to think about much less do anything else. Like I don’t know what spell I’m under but like every time I get off I just feel hornier than I started. Like I have no clue what to do with myself to get some true release.

Not to mention my conflicting switch desires like been craving an outlet for my domination for some cute man to serve on me hand and foot and relish in my mistreatment of him but at the same time being in heat like this it’s hard to feel like anything but a mindless slut. It’s so ironic because I try to occupy myself with my intelligential pursuits but instead my brain just goes back to graphic images of how I’ve want to be taken. Like if only someone could read my thoughts and see underneath this collected exterior that I’m just a girl craving cum and round after round of rough sex.