Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

How the Mind Wanders

I enjoy thinking about sex. It’s pleasurable even to ponder while I drink my coffee in the morning. The moaning, the grunting, even the fluids (which can get pretty gross). That relaxing calm and few moments of quiet peace can make everything better for awhile. But it’s hard to think about sex all the time. Not because I don’t want to, but because life keeps pulling focus.

My desk has piles on it. Literally, piles.

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Ignore the equally sized stack of HGTV magazine.

But work easily shoves all those sexy thoughts out of my head. Which, I guess is good, as I’m sure the quality of my work would suffer.

So, kids and work and the new house take a lot of my brain power. Coffee helps. But coffee also relaxes me and then I start thinking about sexy things and the piles don’t get any smaller. Maybe I should ask Sir if I can work with regular Doxy breaks. Either my productivity goes through the roof, or I never get anything done again. I think the experiment has merit.

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4 Responses to “How the Mind Wanders”

  • DtBHC

    A another possible ‘careful what you wish for’ moment!

  • Dawn

    I have days like that too, when I find it hard to concentrate on anything else.
    Love the little pic of Westley in the background 🙂

    • Rye

      I think I could quote The Princess Bride word for word. No, I don’t think, I know. 🙂

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