F*ck me, f*ck me, F*CK ME!
I think the problem is........ no one wants to f*ck me.
I know I've gotten rather overweight. I used to be a relatively cute BBW, but lately I think it's gotten beyond that. Of course, I'm rather critical of myself.
The plus of living in the south is supposed to be that they LIKE BBW's. But... they aren't kinky! All the men here want is plain, boring as hell vanilla missionary position sex. If that was all I ever wanted, I'd be perfectly happy with the sex life I have with my husband. But I'm a masochist. A pain slut!. And my needs are about at the exploding point from neglect, denial and repression. A girl can only lie and fake orgasms for so long before her body eventually betrays her.
I need... I crave... I WANT... I desire.... I NEED to be dominated, to feel pain, and oh my goodness I can't even remember the last time I was.
Wait... wait.... yes... my last Master and oh my stars was He phenomenal. But I gave him up to be married, settled down, a mom. And I love all of that, but my roaring NEED to be submissive, to be beaten, to be thoroughly owned, is starting to shout louder than my willingness to pretend I'm just your average southern gal. And there doesn't seem to be a damn thing I can do about it.
There are no kinky guys in the south.
None.
So what's a gal to do?
I even have PERMISSION to seek out a new owner, a new Master who can give me what I crave, what I need, and no one wants the job. So my needs continue to be stuffed deeply within me, to be ignored, to be repressed, yet they continue to build and build and BUILD and sooner or later something is going to explode... I hope it's not my sanity... well, what's left of it at any rate.