So glad to be back in Austin.
Something funny happens when I leave Texas. Much like a misplaced pair of sunglasses I lose my horniness. Suddenly I ask myself, “Where did it go?”. During my 2 1/2 half almost 3 week trip I only touched my pussy once. Is it the arid dry air? Is it the granola hippie men? Do I secretly wish for men in boots and masculine air. Who knows, but my first night in Texas which was a hotel in Lubbock I was under the covers with my hand in between my legs searching for soft wet spots.
The touch of myself, my delicate finger on that sleepy clitoris waiting to be awaken was beyond marvelous. I moaned easily, sighed and imagined newly formed fantasies.
Something I have never thought about before is someone controlling when I am allowed to masturbate. Imagine never knowing when you could! It would drive me crazy. And then the sweet release when pleasure is yours for the day. In my fantasy I’m told to masturbate numerous times and each time he checks my wetness. When satisfied he eats me like a feast.