Diary of a Spoiled Sa

..about sex in minus 20…

You know, for a long time I asked myself – what makes beautiful girls do dirty things? Well, I mean – licking men’s anuses and the like. That is, a naturally beautiful creature does things that are not invested in understanding. And we are not talking about some staged porn, I mean that really, often the men with whom these or those girls live, to put it mildly, are not idols of hygiene. And if they asked me – would I have sex with such a person for a lot of money – I would say no, because for me it would be the same as sleeping with a homeless person. And there are many options why women live with such men, but in my opinion there is one reason that stands out (for me, at least). This is the desire to violate that beauty. To do something that will overshadow it. As if asking you “..so what, now you also consider me beautiful?..”

We had no light for almost a day. Today was a rather difficult day when I was solving the issue of backup power from the generator (I was starting a socket from the street). All this is extremely necessary now, because the temperature outside for the last few weeks has been, on average, about -20 degrees Celsius below zero. This is an unusual temperature for our place, so we have to heat it more. The pump in the heating system, which requires power from the mains, requires special attention. Usually, this entire system is powered by backup from our bicycle batteries, but they were discharged and needed charging from the generator. That is why I was forced to wash myself, while simultaneously filling the bathtub with water to make it warmer. I went there with the thought that I needed to “let off steam”. Therefore, I took my eternal friend with me. In general, considering the size of this dildo, a 6″ penis is enough for the average person to get pleasure. Anything more requires special attention. And so that in different ways and without stopping – 6″ is absolutely perfect. If you study the models of famous toy manufacturers like Doc Johnson, you will see that all of them have a basic 6″ model.

Usually, I first put everything I wanted in myself, and then I wash myself. But today I wanted to wash off all that dirt first, to make it clean. However, I did not do any “cleaning” before the process, so the term “clean” is probably not entirely appropriate. But today it was not important. In general, it seemed that I wanted something…fast, dirty. Not paying attention to anything. But circumstances dictate our conditions.

When I went into the shower, my penis was already eagerly waiting for everything to start. I get excited very easily. So it is not surprising. Therefore, having washed myself, I entered myself. I have not played with toys for a long time, so from the start it was quite rough, unpleasant. Even with my practice, if you rush, especially after a long break, you will be uncomfortable. But it was the feeling that I needed it. Because any physical discomfort is almost nothing compared to what we endure every day. Due to various factors. And I just wanted him to slide inside me. As if this was someone who understood how hard this day had been.

This time I didn’t delay, and decided to try something new – cum on my hand and smear my juice on my face. You know, this probably has so much in common with the moments when I take my face makeup, a brush, and start applying something, without thinking about the result I’ll get later. So here. I just wanted some kind of action. To feel it on myself. To understand this feeling. Well. It’s hard to wash off. So this is another item in the piggy bank of things that are not always or not entirely clear to me about women. But it was the right conclusion to what I started today, crossing the threshold of the bathroom.

A few days ago, my ex, with whom I decided to stop communicating, appeared on my old blog and wrote a comment. Nothing like that. But I felt somehow unpleasant about it. It didn’t say that the post was about her (although it was), but she took it all for herself, which was strange. And I caught myself thinking that I don’t feel comfortable when I’m “limited in the ability to express my thoughts.” They may be unpleasant or uninteresting, but I say all this for myself. First of all. To understand myself. To see from the outside. To feel myself. Where I’m going and where my life is going. And so I was glad that this place is more limited from the point of view of people who once knew me a long time ago. It’s nice.