Sweet distraction.
I’m really distracted, in a good way, a happy-yay-mmm kind of way, but distracted nonetheless and not in a very organized post posting kind of mood. A rambly rambler kind of mood. So it looks like more just “stuff” for you guys. So, if you aren’t in the mood for my misc musings, sorry.
I gave you a dirty pic to distract yourselves with at least. I’m nice like that, right? Like you can imagine me spreading my little pink place like that for you and you going down and doing your best to distract me from my distraction. Not that I think you can, necessarily. Distract me, I mean. From my distraction. But you can try. Try a lot. Try real hard. Um, yeah, try… right there… some more.
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Today I went out. And then I went out some more. I can stay in and be content for extended periods of time really, which is fortunate considering I have to be home most of the time. But then every now and then I just get the urge to GO OUT. Even if I don’t really have any plans or anything in mind. I just grab my stuff and get in my car and go. Usually this happens in a spring fever kind of frenzy because during the winter going out means being cold and no. But then when I am consumed by one of these semi-manic GO OUT times, it is hard for me to settle back in. I think, though, that I am good now.
Anyway, I had a pedicure appt today (I really want those VS shoes you guys - The Collector asked me if anyone had gotten them for me yet and even he seemed surprised that I am still shoeless and begging and he hasn’t even done a “real” call with me yet). So I went to the pedicure and that was fantastic. I had a lunch date with a friend of mine and that was fun. And then I went by the UPS Store and YAY my new pink leather wallet is here (thanks, of course to Doctor D) and I love it - I am going to transfer over to it later tonight as a matter of fact. And think of him every time I use it. Nice how that works out, huh?
And then I came home. With good intentions. I wandered around for a few minutes, still felt the pull and decided I wasn’t ready to be home yet. So I totally feel all naughty for blowing you guys off all day (and not in the GOOD way), but I am back now and ready to make it up to those of you that missed me. I think I can get you to forgive me. I have secret charms and stuff.
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I mentioned The Collector. We had another little phone chat right when I got home this evening in anticipation of the big event tomorrow. Yay! That is so going to rock. He also told me a few of his other naughty ideas and they are really exciting as well!
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At last! A name for my Cock Worship friend. That’s just so impersonal that way. I was thinking about it last night after our sexy playtime and had come up with something I was going to run by him and then this morning, this was in my email:
Amber,
Such naughtiness you brought to Me.
Seamless transitions of baby girl nasty
Delicious sounds of nursing lips
Caressing and fondling my Cock and Mind
kisses
Master J
Yep, perfect! Master J is exactly what I was going to suggest! I love when those little mind connection things happen like that!
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Here’s another fun boy I don’t really have a name for yet. We spoke on Sat for the first time in a mediumly extreme age play phone sex call - he was my neighbor - I went over to tell him that my Daddy had forced me to have sex - and then HE forced me to, too! Meanie. And then Sunday he called and we just chatted together for a little bit and then just did a curious neighbor girl thing. I really like when you guys call and enjoy just talking to me too. I will send you the email I promised later tonight!
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Another neighbor tried to call me again last night but something was wrong with his phone and he couldn’t hear me which is just so sad. 
I hope you try again!
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I am really all over the place tonight but oh well. That “my dad made me have sex” confession-turned-raped-again call? I actually had 2 of them within like a day or two. I know I get the same kinds of calls a lot of the time (you all add your own unique flavor so to speak so it’s always fun for me no matter what), but that one is really sort of specific. Every time that happens I wonder if you guys were like watching the same porn or something.
