Sexy Saturday [16.12.23] 18+ Adults XXX!
Anal Neighbours - Poems - Music - Boners & Bad Taste Care Mail... XXX
Hey Chasers!
As it stands I am still at the Mother’s house so I couldn’t rub one out even if I tried. I’d have the constantly open (just there for decoration) chintsy grey drapes framing me, for all the street to see me masturbating, it would be like I’m in front of a 75inch TV. It’s been a long time since I’ve been judged by a dog and mum has two that never leave my lap. I’m not into that. I’d wank if a cat had been in the room but dogs are more sensitive. They be mentally scarred if they witnessed my bizarre faces and my squeaks would confuse them like “Is that her voice or her fucking bones!?” I’d be watching porn and tugging at my hubba bubba and then look over the other sofa at two horrified animals trying desperately to cover their eyes with their ears. Nah, not my thang… no-sir-reeee!
Also, I couldn’t justify getting caught by the posh neighbours across from us who never speak but are always caught deeking through their windows in the dark at night. It’s funny because it’s their huge TV screen light that gives them away glaring out behind them. I often used to imagine getting my tits out to the nosey old guy but Mum told me to “give it a rest” he’d probably have a heart attack or something else at best. I didn’t think she would care less or say anything then she added in “and then there’d be another 17 cars lined up for them blocking our driveway, they’re cunt’s for it..!!” Oh! and there’s me thinking she was saving hers or my dignity. I have still been here for about a week without so much as a touch of my own arse cheek. It’s coming to the point where I go to the bathroom to pee and daydream about flicking my dripping bean. It’s obscene. Even when shitting my mind tends to wander thinking and wishing of him saying “bend over!” I have to wipe with caution or the chances are I will cum like I’m stroking or poking and holding the open pose of my stimulated neglected arsehole. It’s been a while since I got anal even when I am at home. I made that decision long ago. Pardon the pun but it made me cum and afterwards I felt like shit! ha! I better move swiftly on before I start banging on about how the cum stained wet patch smell of penquin piss turns me on!
I’ll leave you to enjoy the rest of my newsletter and hope you enjoy this titillation teaser,
A River Dirrrty! Love from Chasey… x <3 XXX
I’m feeling really frickin horny and can’t do anything while I am at my mums. Every time I go to use the toilet I am spontaneously turned on! .. by the most disgusting little touches and my disgraceful little mind. I’ll be going home tomorrow and I am guaranteed a very good time, three minutes of time granted! but the best 3 minutes of my fucking life. I swear it hits harder when you love someone and worship the arse his dick pounds from. Hey, I always end up chatting shit! Like dirty humour. I love his dick. It’s not small or big but you wouldn’t like to wear it as a wart on the end of your nose! It’s a bit small so hits my fetish. I love a tiny cock as long as he has a fast arse. Needle dicks fuck like sewing machines !! ;-) I remember his first ever suggestive comment to me that knocked me off my feet and got me on top cuming all over his jeans when he said. “Hey bitch let me SNIFF your GROWLER” Grrrrrrr Beautiful. That’s fighting talk where I cum from *grins-with-tongue-in-cheeky-relief*
Let’s Talk About My Obsession - it’s as close as I get to SEX!
I fancy this other person who I have had an imaginary affair with. They do exist but they’re not interested in my previous advances (which is perfect for me) because I don’t want to leave my boyfriend you see and believe it or not I don’t ever cheat. Maybe, emotionally - I do a bit. I push my luck out to the skyline and back. Snorting lines off his cock. I’d be snorting his dick like the cocaine lines left by aeroplanes in the sky at night. Ooh.. I’m feeling quite poetic.. maybe its time for a poem quickie? OK maybe later. :-)
SHOP ASSISTANT:*smiles* What are you doing Saturday?
ME: *sighs* Oh! I’m just writing a blog post about all the things I want that makes me cum and how about you?
SHOP ASSISTANT: *laughs* Yeah! I’ll make you cum!
ME: *nervous giggle* hahahaha How much do I owe you?
SHOP ASSISTANT: *Grins* Nothing, I’ll do it for free!
ME: I meant for the washing up liquid? *blushes*
ALSO ME: *smirking* *pouting* *skipping* walking down the street back to the house and all its dirty dishes! “You still got it baby!” *slams door* 😛
Bad Taste Care Mail - A letter to my imaginary lover! *
Hey Big Poppa!
How are you feeling? I feel like I’ve drunk arsenic whilst touring a tornado. My guts are all torn up thinking about your preDICKament ;-) that comment is laced with candid concern and a compliment catering to your custom taste and attempting to tap into your resource of enthusiasm, once again, I say you are totally digestible and if that doesn’t grab you, I’ll explain that you’re incredibly delicious not just in the face your mind your disgrace is so fucking palatable. I’m hungry for your love and if not, then just your flattered approval.
When I fell in love all over again yesterday, you took all my callus away and my head and my heart and my hands turned so soft that it hurts when I pray for you to be okay. Remember, yesterday how I said I would wish, listen to this, my secret is… I already know exactly what you would say. If only I hadn’t gotten this in there first. You’d most likely say in a reassuring way - “I honestly DO approve of you Chase!”. Either way, I lose. I can’t handle that type of rejection today, I will only see your confirmation as deep, a dark shadowy arrow pointing the way in my face, to your subconscious directions.. and me in my haste to get to the place where we belong together is farther and farther away.
I find no love just a huge hole of unjust where it should be us but, it’s missing. It’s really okay, I might look away from this omission, in case you see me as granting permission for you to dismiss me and baby - you can and might always do so it’s our only saving grace. I don’t mind now but somehow one day I will turn this back around and we will start over. Laughing in hindsight at this here now which will be our past life, how I chased and you ran all the fuck away, away, away. Always.
Now that’s out in the open let’s play! I can still taste the scent of you on hands that have been around you and in me. The tingling sensation of us mingling together like dew on the grass; afterwards running through the rain, over and over again, insane with an empty glass, catching every possible drop to sustain us and show how our love can last longer if you look. Now we are soaking in the certainty that nothing falls in vain. I say your name and swallow you there. My thighs vibrated with pain and delight in muscle memory where you lifted me like a wheelbarrow and together we lifted each other’s spirits as we laughed at the chances that we were gardening the same grass of bliss we had danced on.
Tears poured from all orifices as we watered our joyous lawn, if only for a bit. I told you I was sucking away the pain from your day’s and you taught me so many ways to hold my breath, sing at the top of my lungs with pleasure and cry from the bottom of my heart with the same both at the same time I came. I came with the world weighing heavy on my shoulders boiling with rage and desperation. I gave in the heat of the moment hoping for forever. You taught me to lay myself wide open, never warming to the idea of a promised future. I leaned into you like a wilting flower leans towards the light. I told you to hold your middle finger higher as a candle guiding your way. Learning not to live for the now and that our pain was never everlasting we cannot have forever without giving the cold shoulder to our today.
Closed eyes feel the only weight in the world that feels like the earth is moving in me and the universe is working with me. Your body's hot like the hell I shy away from and I take on the temperature of you getting off knowing its only my dream and you are not down for loving me, we’re just fucking see, while you’re just loving being free the release and the feeling of letting off steam. I crawl into a ball of eternity and you take me taking you and every troubling offer I pass down onto the two of us tonight. Drilling you gently dragging you in me, bend my knees towards me and slowly arch my back my rib cage shows and I glow in the hope that, as you swirl your tongue, scrape your teeth from ridgid nipples to navel the divine trinity of sin succeeds like you do sipping as you suck from my wet skin. I love how we ruin everything. I’ll never forget. So, How’s things?
I hope you’re still half way to butterflying today. It’s still okay if you cope with the struggle of a stubborn caterpillar refusing to butterfly, still trying to survive the cocoon case phase. I won’t get in your way. I won’t try to advise or criticise or pry away your chrysalis - just watch, because that’s not the way it works. My interference of getting you out of your state of mind would limit your time and in the next space. Like we know those of us grow, do it better and live longer when fighting the transformation alone. We are people who are growing together on our own…. anyway, Get your cock out again! ;)
Love from, Chasey..xx *this was a real letter sent minus the bold bits. xxx
POEM by Me - (Chasey Delaney_ 2023©)
Thank you for reading my dribble..Mucho GrassyAss !! xxx
I shall leave you with a beautiful sexy haunting song that is also featured on my Aural Contraband Playlist [15.12.23] (yesterday’s newsletter here) check it out my taste.
