Day #183. Or #184. Or whatever.

Life changes, and nowadays I hardly have time to compose my most beautiful fantasies in this blog.But this does not mean I haven't been fantasizing it.

When one has a written sex life, however, at some point it starts to feel i'm running out of creativity... All in all, it's just fucking. It will be always about me being penetrated, licked, choked, slapped, kissed... It's always about my dripping wet pussy,sometimes hiding under a lacey lingerie, sometimes exposed, wide openly served at my man's will,  deeply explored by his fingers, devoured by his hungry mouth, raped by his tongue, blessed with that hot load of cum I feel his cock splashing inside my asshole.

Even if reality sounds sexy in these occasions, it doesn't go beyond my puffed pussy, drooling over some mental image as the ones previous described. And the ways I'll find to satisfy its moisted lust. My small fingers might be not as glorious as my lover's, but they know exactly where to go and how to move to give me exactly what my body wants to feel, in contrast with the pleasant torture of pushing a toy into my tight ass. Just so it will take a massive meat without ripping, when he bangs me merciless in our games.

It's always the same story I tell you, and it always makes my panties soaked. And thats precisely why I  share it, wishing this note will make your cock as hard as I want it to be when I sit rough on it.

How does it feel to know the reason I'm this wet is because I'm dreaming on your cock? Or do you even understand how much I eager for you? I fucking love your soul, but everything about your body is scandalous sexual. Excuse me for craving you so much. I can't control it. You flood my senses and that's just orgasmic in all possible levels.

If only I could guide your hand in between my legs now...you'd feel my enhardened clit through my wet cotton panties. Again. And I can feel it a zillion times, and describe it a zillion thousand times and will still feel the same urge. The almost painful demanding of your skin crushing against mine, your cock buried between my legs to the root...

You like it, don't you...to own this pussy, inserting fingers and things and tongues. You can only really afflict it by keeping your touch away. I can beg to be attached to your cock by a sucking machine. Tied up in a forced orgasm belt with my mouth opened by some rubber ring. Lost in dreams in your arms, still dreaming in my sleep while you caress my butthole with a moisted finger and the hot head of your dick. 

I'll wake up in paradise feeling you grab me by the pussy and impale me harder. These boobs are handles for you to squeeze as forcing this cock deeper into me.

It's always the same routine, of hard fucking, sweat and cum. Its always the same cock I fancy, the same taste I crave, the same voice I want to listen.

Now tell me to shut up, and take it as a good girl.

This exercise-thing is only making me hornier...

Almost midnight, I'm the last to leave the gym. Been trainning mostly alone tonight: it was a busy day and I could only save my last hours for that, but no way I wouldn't work my body out a bit and give my mind a well-deserved rest.

One hour and a half later, I was full of endorphines, looking at the mirror. My spring-tanned body all sweaty in a gym outfit - ah, that athletic vanity! - is so ready for some inner action... 

The gym is full of equipments one could give new and more interesting functions to...Impossible not to think about one thousand hundred delighful positions to be tasted, touched, fingered, licked, fucked, banged, damned, pleased, wonderfully smeared. All the ways i'd like to surrender at my crimsom perversions on the abduction chair or the weight bench.

Hear me whispering to your ear...'C'mon, come closer, be my personal trainner for tonight. Make me sweat, loose my breathe, and then start all over again, until I'm dripping and begging you (not) to stop. Feel my tights, they're so hot, so in need of a massage...And maybe your cheeky pinky finger will poke a hole right in the middle of my outfit, in between my legs. And make me squat for you. Deep enough to swallow your muscle all the way in...'

You better be aware that I'm trainning to fuck you like an ironman.

Fit to fuck

This blog's name just make no sense at all. I should name it "Bitch In Heat", but instead chose this "Icycle Cycle" stuff, and I know exactly way: I thought the expression was funny, and made up at least 248 reasons to justify using that. Well, it's true that I somehow like ice and snow and also cycles, but...okay, let's just not get into that.

One hundred sixty six - says the calendar. A zillion years,in my account. Has been some crazy times, an for a while I wasn't even missing it. But now it comes back as spring opens. And as the weather gets hotter I can feel the heat taking over.

But these days... I don't give a shit. 

Day wasn't breaking yet, but anxiety kicked me out of the bed where I had already an almost-sleepless night. But somehow, I felt excited. Went to the porch and started doing some simple stretching exercises. The indirect light that came from the corridor let me barely see my silhouette reflected on a mirror.

Tennis shoes, a very adherent sports shorts and a sportive bra. Definitely, there's lot s of other women around that would look better than me right now in these outfits. But I was up to try and change that. And my mind started to get set on these crazy fitness inspo thoughts, like "uh, I'll soon look so great on this mirror, my butt will be a scandal, my legs will be a pair for one to die for. Just needed to work that little ass out a bit...

I started with the squats. Up and down. Could feel the muscles burning, and somehow that felt good. Up and down, making my legs stronger, so I could twerk on your dick like that. Up and down, and I'm getting sweaty, imagining your hard on right below my spreaded legs. Up and down and I can only think about how many times my pussy would've have swallowed your cock in that movement. On, two, ten, twenty five times, fifty... And the slower I go, the heavier it feels.

My legs start to hurt, but I couldn't stop the movement, as my mind was surrended to the fantasy. The muscle pain was similar to the sweet delight of bouncing on your lap. At some point, my whole body begs to stop, but my pussy, that drools for more. That's how I love to get sweaty, to get tired, to feel my body working. Might be the so-called endorphines, but I feel fucking fantastic.

To the floor, back to the gym mat, time for some abs. I force my body forward, as if reaching to suck. I wouldn't mind having your knees keeping mine together, my hands tied... I'd totally depend on my core strenght to project my body and feel how tasty you are...

Instead of holding together, my knees start to drift away. I feel my cunt throbbing, my breath getting heaviner, the bodywork is so much pain that feels arousing.  And the indecent idea of some nasty kind of gym sports comes to my mind. How many of that equipments could be used to find amazing positions to develop strenght and lust. Oh, you should fuck me from behind on the peck deck machine.. I would happily do the hack squats just the way I previously described, going up and down your hard juicy meat. And by the way, leg addution, abduction equipments have always inspired me naughty scenes...

On my lustful gymnasium, I'm already served, speaded, given, underpants ripped off, merciless finger raped, banged, exploited, flogged. I'm so damn horny, feel my clit so  hard, my lips so swollen and moist as my fingers play. One moist finger slips inside my ass, I allow myself to moan. Again, I resist the temptation of penetrating my vagina. Thats so silly, thats so self sacrificying, thats so kinky, sick and overwhelming.  I just need to cum. And its comes like a shock. I feel like screaming.

The kind of training my body needs.