Lust – Divinity Brownwood

Just another play time


Hey baby,

I am writing this post play time
But I wish I could write it during 
to truly capture the essence of what goes down
at least in my head

I'm a sweaty mess today
from yoga
from it being 40 degrees C
from my orgasms
all of the above?
I need some snow or a cold plunge or something
I feel like I am going to burst into flames
maybe it's is just from being a fire sign

I crave that tongue finger combo quite often
and I really needed to squirt
guys won't understand that feeling 
and most women won't either
that needing to let it all go
all of it
clit orgasms as explosive as they are
are like fast food 
not satisfying in the long run
so I often and most often go for A spot
that spot deep past your cervix
it gives the most satisfaction fast
escpecially when you press down on your tummy 
at the same time the toy is trusting up into that spot
but the most satisying orgasums are cervical orgasums
the longest to achieve
often resulting in tears cramps in my forearm
and not enough juice in the tank for me to achieve
they take a while
but god damn they are satisfying
nearly knock you unconscious for the unforesable future
take you to another dimension 
can't feel the external world AT ALL
but then there is the gspot
and that is where the magical squirting happens
so sit on a stool or something in the shower 
spread your legs which for me
are like impossible to keep spread
i always want to shut them and squeeze my clit
so I have to imagine your voice telling me
to keep my thighs open
and I have to use the cold therapy of the shower glass 
and tiles on the sides of my feet to try to keep grounded
but i fail
every damn time
I need a spreader bar
or to be tied up
probably gaged because I am going to be too noisy
get some toy to suck at your clit
I have a womaniser
then use a heavy glass wand with a bulb head
and stroke it in and out and just watch
the puddles you make get bigger and bigger
optional sex playlist going
or get someone with a delicious deep voice
talking dirty to you and use it to 
take yourself to town
no it is no match for a partner
because my breasts were aching 
and my nipples really wanted to be pulled
but I will take it because 
without that soul connection
i'd rather be by myself
playing silly games in my shower when 
im home alone
then to have another man mess with my heart
but then I crave to be called a slut
have my clit slapped
and my hair pulled
and be tossed around and used
like a living blow up doll
forfilling every secret fantasy you have
being absolutely used
so I guess I keep trying and risking my heart
so I can find that 
because this tiny part of me just wants 
to surrender 
and not be the one in charge
and just enjoy being a whore
but who would want a girl like that?
in reality there are very few men who can
handle a sexually liberated woman
who isn't afraid to ask for what she wants
so there you go
pleasure session
because life is full of obligations and to-do lists
and I'd much rather be making love and sleeping
reading and eating

love your dream girl
xoxo

Lusting Over You Again – Part 2

I'm having trouble focusing on what you are saying lately.
Sometimes ...
I get distracted by the thought 
of your delicious thick cock.
I'm not sure if I should tell you that,
or apologise ...
or what.
I am just trying to not bite my lips
trying to focus
trying to not drown in lust at the sight of you.

Then in my imagination you tell me 
that it's so easy to love me.
Was that real?
Is it possible in this infinite realm
of existence
that this silly, slutty Divinity
found a match?
Do you think maybe I am the 
icing on your cake?
The missing piece,
The plot twist ...
The cherry on top.
I might just be the perfect match 
for late night love making
and Friday afternoon dance parties.
Walks with the dogs and
then pin me against the wall.
Maybe even some body paint
and a canvas,
custom made art,
if you know what I mean. 😉

I think you might be the man I need.

Can you handle my erratic life?
Where I want to make love,
make art,
make things,
creation just pouring out of me.

I think that each time my heart was broken,
it just gave me a bigger spout
to pour all the love out of me.
Do you want a sip?

I am battling lately with not getting enough sleep
and wanting to zoom around and do stuff.
Would you like to be on my to-do list?

I swear this blog is the only thing that saves my sanity
when I am ovulating.
How do I explain what it is like to be me?
Have you ever been so consumed with lust
that you cannot think of anything else
but to find something to sate it?
Can you just come over and sneak into my bed with me?
I'll give you the door code and everything.
No need to B&E.

I never feel like I get my thoughts out right 
and then I spend the next day thinking about it
and end up writing another one
and then I tell myself I will go to bed
and not stay up writing
but yet here I am again.
Like a fucking addiction 
to trying to tell you what the 
I don't even know. 
*eye roll at myself*
Maybe I will try again tomorrow

Maybe Sabrina Carpenter says it better then I can:
"too bad your ex don't do it for you
walked in and dream came trued it for you."
god don't I wish....
wish I was your dream come true.
"I know I Mountain Dew it for you
that morning coffee brewed it for you
one touch and I brand newed it for you"

My lips can speak better on your skin
then I can speak with my fingers on these keys.
But I do know
"that if you never called for me
I would have drown in melancholy
I swore my loyalty to me, myself and I
before you lit my sky up"
Thank you Taylor Swift for those magical lines.

I better go get cleaned up
get into bed and attempt to sleep
while I drown in my lust filled body.

I guess this is just another fucked up 
love letter from me
maybe your cray cray dream girl?

I think I am high off of life.

I’m Lusting Over You Again

10 pm hits and I simultaneously want to 
write, sleep and delve into the bliss filled fantasy 
of my mind and ultimately orgasm and fall asleep.
The night is so peaceful,
it's cold, dark and less visually stimulating 
my optic nerve gets to rest 
and I just get to feel.
I'd really like to hear too ...
hear you breathing, 
ragged and rough
groaning my name
as I lick up those sexy indents along your pelvis.
I crave the taste of your precum.
I want to watch you get hard in my hands
I want to stare up at you with my big dark eyes
while I swirl my tongue around the middle of your cock.
I want to run the tips of my fingers
up and down your abs
while I crawl on top of you.
Capturing your lips with mine
while I slide up and swallow you 
with my soaking wet pussy.
I want to bite the side of your neck
while you fill me up.
Fingers in your hair while I slowly 
lift myself up and look into your eyes
while I grind up and down your cock.
Most of the time I want to be dominated, 
to have all the control taken away from me ...
but mmmmm babe ...
sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I want to get on top of you
smother you with my love
ride you until my thighs give out 
so so slowly
circle on you
feeling you all around every part of my pussy
discover some new spots.
Like a road trip with no destination
just go wherever the hormones take us
put your hands above your head
let me see your biceps flex
uhhh ... so sexy 
The visuals you present to me
turn me on more then imaginable
I'm losing my mind.
I have this ridiculous quest inside of me
to be so insanely deviously sexy 
that I just make your caveman brain 
crave me beyond anything else.
I am sure I am some sort of toxic substance.
Like when Hercules mets Meg and cannot even tell her his name,
Yea babe I want to do that to you.
Make you wave goodbye to me with a stupid grin on your face
as you stare at my ass as I walk away.
toxic?  Or intoxicating?
Maybe I am just in the ivy league of seductresses?
I do seem to never have to open a door for myself when I am out.
I am often given the hand signal to go first by men,
and I don't think I have ever bought myself a drink before.
Not that I go out to bars anymore,
but even when I am out at the tavern, having dinner with friends,
someone always plops one down in front of me.

I digress from my obsession over your muscles.
Actually, I just want to make you hard with my words.
That is the point of this blog anyways,
to scoop up a man 
bring him into my reality
spoil the shit out of him
smother him in love
be his heart mate
his number one girl.
Spend some time with him
so I can get comfortable enough
to drop my guard and be the real me
the hidden sex goddess
who wants to dance a strip tease
wear all my sexy lingerie for
and get on top and grind his cock
until he begs me 
for something
mmmmm yea
I know it is scientifically proven that men
make up their minds about a woman within 2 minutes 
of meeting her
classifying her as long term, a fling, or a friend
maybe I could be that one for you?

I think about you
When I'm alone and it's quiet
Light or dark out
I think about what I want to do to you
And I imagine scenarios
I picture your chiseled body
My body craves
My pussy weaps
My teeth bite my lips
My voice moans and whimpers
What I want to give up
Just to feel the emptiness inside me filled up by you
I lay in my bed with my legs spread, pussy open just wishing you'd fill me up.
Even as I write this, my pussy clenches, my lips swollen from my teeth biting them.
My clit pulses in time to my crazy love sick yearning heart
Its ache haunting me again

It might be easier to slip away into a deep dark haunted forest where I am lost in a fog as deep as a sink hole, then to try to figure out how to ease the need in me that's never ever, ever been close to being satisfied.

Maybe I'm just a slimy over zealous bog witch doomed to be cursed forever with an aching clit and an empty pussy.

Should I tell you what goes on in my imagination?
My filthy mind goes haywire daily thinking about you.
Sometimes I feel like this blog is the only thing keeping me from going utterly insane.
Thank the (whatever god you worship) that I created this alter ego to save me from myself.
Im not sure if I'm saved or not but at least I can write these words.
At least I can be my true slutty self here cause in real life I have to you know, behave and shit.
Uggh 😒
How I really, really don't want to anymore.

So if you could just come over, the front doors open, dodge the gaurd dogs and come suck my clit and finger me at the same time, but grab the freak sheet so I can just squirt everywhere without my bed turning into an ocean so I don't have to do a ton of laundry tomorrow because it's so much work cleaning up a king sized bed and even if you grab the huge stack of towels out of the laundry room cupboard and stack them up I still will soak through then all cause I'm just a crazy cum slut, that would be great, okay thanks bye 👋 😘

But seriously, the tongue-finger(s) combo would be so relieving right now.
Or just use all my toys on me and shove your cock down my throat to keep me quiet.
Or ravage me over and over and over again ... pullllllling the orgasums out, extending them into one huge bliss session until I am floating in an orgasumic bliss bubble.
Totally enraptured in you.
Just the thought of you.
There's just a crazy wild girl over here that's craving you.

Trying to play it cool

Lately I have been thinking about you.
When I wake up in the morning, when I wake up from naps.
Right when my body starts aching with need.
I get off with the idea of you, totally consuming me.
I can't help myself.
You live rent free in my brain.
The latest fantasy is something to do with having your belt tied up around my wrists.
You know unexpectedly.
When I am not expecting it.
Being pushed onto something soft, a mattress, a couch, whatever.
Face down, ass up, so I can bite the material.
So my pleads don't sound so needy.
So I can pretend I am not just the girl with the neediest, sopping wet, squirmiest pussy.
So I can just turn into the closet slut that I am maybe without you noticing.
So I can get spanked repeatedly without you seeing the bliss across my face.
I'll just pretend that I need punishing for being bad or good or whatever the fuck you want.
Just enough to get you to pull my skirt up and my panties down and to finger me until I squirt and cum and try to pretend you aren't the man of my dreams.
So I can hear you say to me "that's it ... good girl... let it all go ... all of it ... my little cum slut ... such a good whore you are."
Or whatever, while I try to hide that I am panting and begging for more.
And that my clit is crying to get slapped and my nails are trying so hard to mark your flesh.
So it's good that I'm tied up and my face is buried because then I can't say anything or do anything stupid.
I can just hide in my fantasy where I don't accidently call you mine.
Because I am just trying to play it cool here and failing so badly.
I blame my pussy. She's too fucking wild for this conservative world.

What I want to talk about

This is a love letter to you
you know who you are...

When I get quiet with not much to say,
I think about what I miss about you.
Not miss but more as if I long to experience.
I want to know what it's like to bring my face close to your neck,
to smell your scent.
To see what it would take to make you turn my way,
to lose control,
to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up,
to watch goosebumps erupt on your skin.
I miss knowing what you taste like,
your natural flavour,
as I lick the side of your neck.

How does your hand fit with mine?
To be engulfed in entwined fingers,
smooth or rough palms,
the swirls of the pads of your thumbs.
Brushing my thumb along the back of your hand,
tracing the map of your veins down your arm.
Feeling the muscles of your bicep in my hand
as I hold on, as we walk along.

Experiencing what it would be like to be a lady,
branches brushed out of the way for me
while we walk our own path through the forest.
Doors opened, chairs pulled out,
safe in your arms in a crowd.
Flowers tucked behind my ear,
picked from a wondering hedge.
Your jacket draped around my shoulders when I'm cold.
Buy me flowers,
be so sweet that I've forgotten that I've been so hurt.

Feeling your chest hair across my breasts
as you hold me tightly to you.
Trace patterns on my back,
fingertips dancing along naked flesh.

How I'd give anything to be told to be a good girl and get onto my knees.
Growl at me, tell me how much I need to be ruined,
and then ruin me.
Blindfolds, whips, cuff me, make me beg.
The need to truly surrender, to be held,
to be understood, to be taken, to be safe.
Spank me until I cum, fingers, cock, toys,
I need it all.
Talk me through it all, praise me,
let me worship you for being my man.

I go out of my mind with need,
my sex drive is off the charts lately.
I always feel like I am constantly taped down,
boxed in, kept under control.
Like it would be some sort of crime to really let her out.
That wild sex goddess inside of me.
I get twitchy and impatient,
like there is something wrong inside of me.
Like I'd be judged if people knew I made myself cum 5 times yesterday.

Even while I type this, my fingers pause to try to convey the right words,
to express how I feel, and they start tapping impatiently.
As if they were waiting to scratch and tear skin,
grip sheets, or be restrained.
How do you talk about that?
How it feels like there is another person inside of you,
trying to claw its way out,
trying to get a chance to say,
"please for the love of god can you tie me up, edge me, spank me, and made me cum a dozen times, I want to cream myself all down your dick, bite you until you bruise, squirt until I am dehydrated, cum so many times I can't remember my own name and only answer your questions with little "uh huhs..."
I just want to fucking scream.

When I get quiet and don't know what to say,
I'm trying to say all this.
But how do I say in words that I miss what I haven't had?
Experiences I long to have.
How do I tell you, that's what I need?
That's what I want to talk about,
because my heart is sad lately,
but I can't.
So I'm quiet.
And talk about the weather.

Make me come undone

I had a lovely afternoon outside in my backyard today.
Soaking up the winter sunshine and burning off some rather large tree branches that fell on my chicken coop a few months ago.
It's that strange time in Australia where fires are comforting whereas the other half of the year they are an ongoing fear.
There's a big storm a brewing tonight and the sunset colours through the clouds reflected as much.
It was very still in the evening air.
Just a few galah's shrieked in the distance and a few bats flew around as the night crept inwards.
I love fire.
Roasting marshmallows, and sitting by it reading a cheesey romance novel.
Call me a hopeless romantic but whatever, it's the way I am.
I really enjoy the plot of the books and always hate the endindgs.
Even though I know they are always going to end in the same stupid "wedding and baby" way, I still read them.

It would be really nice to pass you a bowl of beef stew and quietly go out and sit and stargaze.
Cuddle and watch the flames.
No words needed.
Just a touch, a firm warm arm around me.
I could crawl into your lap and rest my head on your shoulder.
I could feel your warmth encompass me.
I would love to slide my hand up your thigh, feel you go hard under my touch.
Wanting to know how much you want me, how irresistible I am to you.
Wanting to feel the urgency in your kisses.
Your hands reaching around and grabbing my ass, holding onto me tightly, pressing the core of my heat harder onto your cock.
Take me out by the fire, under a blanket of stars, illuminated by the last of the sun's glow.
Growl into my neck how much you want me.
Show me with your teeth.
Take me to heights I have only ever dreamed of, that I attempt to capture with words.
Hold me like I will shatter without your arms around me.
Tease me like I crave you.
Then make me come undone.

Some Evening Thoughts – 6

There are times during my cycle when I just feel like a caged animal.
I need like a few hours to just play instead of a few quick moments during the day to quickly get myself off.
Getting up to clean up my toys while my legs are unsteady and shaking still is okay but damn I need a three hour long fuck session with myself.
Where I could spread out all my toys and pick and choose which ones I want to play with just on a whim.
Where I could drink some wine, put some music on and dance in my lingerie.
Really test out how far I can take my passion and see how many back to back orgasms I could give myself.
I am tired of quickly grabbing an orgasm here and there.
I want to really let go and lose my mind.

I was discussing with a friend today about aging and how it was portrayed to us in the 80s and 90s.
How I would have been considered an old woman in my mid 30s, well past my prime.
How farther from the truth could that be!
Every year I feel stronger, healthier and more vibrant.
Every year my sex drive kicks up another notch.
And as I am approaching my next birthday I have been reflecting a lot within myself on how much we seriously have been lied to.
In 10 years my little one will be old enough to be left alone and I will still be young in my 40s.
I am seriously looking forward to it.
Maybe I will go on a swingers cruise to celebrate.
Be the "other woman" in a couples relationship - although I seem to naturally gravitate towards becoming that.
Interesting how it doesn't even bother me.
Which makes me question my morals.
But I've never been the type of woman to get fussed about marriage to begin with - especially considering I have been engaged twice and married zero times. Both instances were me not committing.
Either I am not a settling down type of woman OR I enjoy having the attention of more than one man OR I just haven't had a man who could capture my full attention and hold it long enough for me to realise I am committed.
I am not really sure.
I do know that the universe likes to play games with me when it comes to men.
"Oh hey you want this man? He is on the other side of the globe - you're welcome!"
For fucks sakes universe - I hate flying and live on a giant island!
"You got there somehow..." - it mocks back at me.
I roll my eyes indignantly at it and flip it the bird.
Why must my romantic interest be so far away?

Praise Kink

Hi baby,
I need to make a confession to you.
I have a newly found praise kink.
Well, I knew that I always liked being called a good girl.
To the point where it makes my pussy tighten and do it a few times and I'll cream myself...
But I heard accidentally on a reel, a guy describing a scenario and I can't get it out if my head. I wish I could find the video again.
I need you to help me reinact it.

Take me from behind,
with your delicious thick cock all up in me,
put one hand on my throat and the other hand run it up and down my back,
pull my hair,
squeeze my breasts,
pull on my nipples,
rub my clit and
tell me I'm a pretty princess. Tell me how good I take daddy's cock.
Tell me I'm such a good girl for taking all of your cock so well,
so deep,
so hard.
Hold my neck and tell me to open my eyes
Tell me to watch myself cum
Tell me not to take my eyes off yours.
Spank me if I shut them
When the pleasure gets too intense
Punish me for being such a naughty girl.
Call me your dirty little slut as you shove your cock
Down my throat.
Oh daddy tie me up on a saint Andrews Cross
With my legs spread wide.
Light A red tall pillar candle and place it between my legs.
Tell me that if I extinguish it, I won't get hot wax poured on me.
Make me try not to drip my pussy juices down onto the candle.
While you torture my breasts
My nipples.
Oh yes please daddy.
And then just for fun
Slap the insides of my thighs
With a paddle
Before you make me cum.
With your fingers now,
So I have to fight myself not to squirt.
All over the candle and extinguish it.
I so want the wax play fun.
The burning heat.
The pain
The exquisite pleasure that comes.
Oh fuck.
Please daddy
I just want to be your little cum slut
Love your dream girl
Xoxo

Trying to sleep

I’m so stressed out

I’m drowning in a giant pile of to-dos

Can you just come here and make love to me until my brain shuts up and I can’t breathe in anything other than the peace that you bring me?

I need to sleep

My eyes are tired

But all I can think about is you

And how in my mind you make me beg for the pleasure only you can bring me.

In my mind when I’m getting myself off it’s your voice whispering in my ear, your deep voice encouraging me to keep my hips pulled back, right there like that where my womaniser hits my clit the most intensely. Your hands trace down my back, across my curves and hold my hips still while they try to grind on the mattress. Your voice telling me to keep still and take the pleasure like a good girl. You tell me to turn it up a notch, my muscles tensing in my legs, oh right there where I hover on the brink of orgasum is so intense, I love it here, being held here, you telling me to hold on, not to cum … not until you tell me. I lovvvvve it when you boss me around, take control of my pleasure hold my hips still. I turn the power up again cause you tell me too and 💥 BOOM 💥 I cum with such a ferocity my orgasum rips through my body I moan and the speed is too intense and I try to roll to get away from my toy. You hold me there, your strong hands have me trapped and I’m going to scream with the intensity of the sensations. You tell me to take it, take the pleasure like your good girl, take it till I cum again. Take it so you’ll fuck me senseless afterwards. Your power, your strength, your dominace, your masculinity, I need it so so much. Like it’s the only thing that keeps me breathing, living for the next moment you put your hands on me.

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