I did have a fun Friday, first topping a young lady for real live on Twitter so her Master, my friend, could watch, then an amazing night with my girlfriend in real life. But neither felt wanton. Both felt intimate, personal, and caring. Even being fisted for the first time felt loving, special.
I guess I equate my definition of wanton with how slutty I feel. In that case, this is going to be a boring post. My slut side is tied up right now, struggling against her bonds in the corner. She is screaming "There are not just one, but TWO orgies going on now this weekend!" She is not allowed to make decisions right now.
The submissive and masochist are in charge at the moment. The submissive is happily kneeling and following instructions from her Master. The masochist is thinking "Somebody needs to beat me right fucking now!", but understands waiting patiently will get that need fed.
There is also now a new voice, a toppy, sadistic voice starting to talk. It surprises me.
So here I am, with this constant struggle going on in my head, squirming, getting through my day. If someone were to ask me what I am feeling right now, I would say this:
Do you feel like sometimes you want to be a little more than just half naked? A bit more than just slightly suggestive? For the weeks you want to play with the wicked & wanton crowd, feel free to join us on Wednesdays.
