It's been quite the year, my darlings.

I have returned from my erotic exile.  

I am back, once again & forever more. 

Back on my native shores. Back on this ancestral island.  Back, politics be damned, in La Belle Province. 

After over a decade in the three-leafed nation, I come back to my fleur-de-lys. 

Gloriously.

I will now once more let loose, literally speaking. I will let my passions unfurl on the screen.  Your eyes are starting to dart back in forth on the screen a bit in ecstatic anticipation, don't they?

Is it true? They doubt it.  I've let them down before. 

But like I cat, I always fall back on all fours.

Is it true? Will she let you gaze into her little depraved mind once more? 

Will I feast my eyes upon her tarty sweet adventures in lust soon?  

Oh, what a tease.

But the blood rushed, didn't it, hot and warm through your body as you read that paragraph up there.  The words, like burning embers in the coal of the groin.  A primal twitch.  

Reminded you of sex.

And the way it's started to warm you up. Makes you a bit flush. A smidgen feverish, to a degree. From the inside.

Now you are absolutely focused on sex.  The anticipation of it.  The lecherous focus. 

I love when his cock enters me.

Sex is a wild abandonment. 

A paradise. Hel. Valhalla: only for those who died in battle. 

And I feel like a buxom valkyrie, bringing us closer to G-d, as we whisper his name in a total climax, unison and abandon in each other and the universe.

Flirting always leads to sex. 

But I repeat - did you miss me?

Is this thing on?

 It's been so long... missed me?

How to get away with major horniness

I'm watching "How to get away with murder". Watching? More like completely obsessed with it.  But there is a scene that got my flow going.

I have a mild crush on Frank. He's so... mysterious, handsome and beardy. And he's sleeping with one of the law student of his employer.

Anyway, the scene in question that got my juices flowing was something like this... he pins her against the wall and implies she came over for fast hard toe-curling sex those prep-school boys never gave her.

She dismissed him by laughing and claiming he thought too highly of himself.  He replied that he was just reading her body response to his presence: the goosebumps on her neck and how fast her heart beat was.

He then said something incredibly sexy, about how she only wanted him to kiss her, deep, slowly, having his tongue move down her neck, her chest, stomach until he was under the skirt she was wearing, then slide his fingers into her panties...

Blood rushed to my cheeks and to my genitals, responding to that scene just like the student, Laurel, was.

Damn that was hot...

Face down, ass up and filled up with cum

That's how I feel at my sexiest.  When you grant me your luscious pearl jam, filling me with it.  Feeling it dripping slowly out of my tight ass, still panting from my own orgasms.

The whole deal started with you asking me to greet you on all four, and like an obedient bitch I was eager to comply.  You entered my room and started undoing your belt immediately.

You were already hard. Why wouldn't you?  Thinking of me, the greedy little slut would be enough to make anyone rock hard in an instant.

You shoved your cock down my throat without so much as an Hello.  Fucking my mouth, hungrily, you grabbed a fistfull of my hair to get a better grip on the whole ordeal.

"Suck it, whore", you said.  I moaned around your cock in approbation...

I've been good, isn't it horrible? I've been good for far too long....

Missed me, my loves?

I missed myself.  I missed being this sensual, erotic creature that just float around through her days dreaming about the naughty things she will do at night.

Will it be hard, rough, or soft and gentle?

Will he choke me, while fucking my ass, calling me a whore?
Will he eat me out like a juicy ripe peach?
Will he caress my ass softly or spank me wildly?

And more importantly, will you be there to read my report of my encounters?

I missed you, my sweeties.