You’re always so busy running around, trying to get somewhere. You rush to get out of the house in the morning, hoping to beat the traffic. You rush through your day, hoping to put out one fire after another. Then you’re rushing to beat traffic on the commute home. Rush to get dinner ready. Rush to read emails before bed. Hell, most of us are in such a rush to get to sleep that we end up taking a little something to help … which only ends up in rushing the morning. I have even heard of a handful of you rushing to jerk-off so you can get through to the next thing on your list. Can you imagine? Scheduling your self-love? We can’t have that! I’m a firm believer in making time for yourself; taking what opportunities arise and indulging in them as much as possible. This is why I enjoy guided masturbation sessions as much as I do! It not only forces you to enjoy yourself but allows you the opportunity to put someone else in control. The only thing you are responsible for at that time is obeying what your Mistress tells you and following my commands. Some of you might be a little confused as to exactly what goes into a guided session of jerking off, so this handy short post will hopefully help you to get a better understanding.
Jerking off? But I know how to do that already!
Technically yes, you already know “how,” but are you practicing? Just knowing how to do something doesn’t mean you’re actively participating. I know “how” to ride a bicycle, but that doesn’t mean I’m out doing so every day (bad memories of broken noses prevent me from ever being on two wheels). Jerking off is something that should never be perfunctory. There’s more to it than just the up-and-down stroking that most of my boys excel at; there’s more to your dick than the shaft alone! With a guided masturbation session, I can teach you different techniques that are designed to extend your pleasure and increase your desire.
What’s a little slap-and-tickle between friends?
Some call it “teasing,” while others call it “delayed orgasm.” Whichever term you use, it comes down to the same result; your orgasm being better than you have achieved on your own in a long time. With just a few words of encouragement (or enticement) I can help your cock to throb and ache to the point of distraction. Imagine the feeling of a warm hand, slipping down between your thighs and teasing her fingers over your shaft; the pressure and the delicacy combining to create an intensity you could never achieve on your own. The sound of my voice in your ear, whispering all the delicious things my fingers and hands are doing. The slow agony of your cock almost cumming, only to be delayed one more time …
I’m Mistress Ryan. I’m back, and we’re going to have a bit of fun together.
Many of you have expressed interest in reading some of my writing. So I thought I’d make a habit of posting a little tidbit. Think of this as fanfiction for gay porn. The two characters are Danny Gunn and, well, it could be anyone; could even be you. Anyway, thank you for being willing to read my porn.
He idly wondered if he was ever going to get out of this fucking meeting. Well, no. He was idly wondering if he was ever going to get out of this meeting, so he could fuck. Yeah, that was definitely closer to the truth. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he smirked. He knew exactly who was messaging him, there was no reason to look at his phone. It was more fun to smile across the conference room table at him.
He had noticed the blonde man almost from the first moment he sat down. He had no idea who the man was, but his cock twitched hard enough he had to catch his breath. The almost delicate features were in stark contrast to a mouth that was made of every one of the seven deadly sins. He had never in his life been so grateful for the tedious task of going around the table with introductions. He idly made note of names of others before his dark honeyed seduction introduced himself.
“Danny, Manufacturing,” he said in a firm voice. He noted his voice was clear, a tenor to his own bass. As he turned to smile at the others sitting at the table, their eyes caught and held for a moment longer than was professionally necessary. He couldn’t be sure if he’d seen those icy blue eyes widen ever so slightly; eyebrow arching up delicately. He tuned the introductions out until it was his turn. He deliberately looked at Danny when he spoke, as though introducing himself directly to the man.
He smiled as he noticed Danny turning to his phone before his next breath after he’d mentioned his name. The smirk came as he realized the gamble worked.
End of the year is a time to examine everything that we loved (and hated) about the year we’re leaving behind. And 2017 is a great year to be leaving in the dust. I can’t speak for everyone but, for myself, this last year sucked. I mean, 2017 had some truly beautiful moments but, overall, it was a punch to the face wearing no gloves. There’s no easy way to explain everything we’ve been through, except to acknowledge it’s been a rough one to get through. On the plus side, congratulations for making it to the end!
End of the year blues
Despite how much this year took the wind out of my sails, I’m always a bit melancholy on New Year’s Eve. Looking back on the year, I certainly had positive moments. Moving further north at the beginning of the year, surviving my first hurricane party (renal failure notwithstanding), discovering an inner bottom I wasn’t aware I even had. I’m not sad about any of these things but … I guess I’m sad that I can only ever experience those things once. Certainly I can enjoy the residuals (no, not renal failure. That wasn’t fun and I don’t want to do that again) but that magic of the very first time … that will never be the same.
New Year Nervousness
As much as I will miss everything I’ve experienced for the first time, I have a certain amount of nervous energy about 2018. What will it bring into my life? What joys are waiting for me? What heartbreak will be in my future? (Please, I can’t take any more hits. Don’t take that as a challenge, Universe) What are my goals for the end of the year 2018? It’s all a blank slate and the future is bright. Are you wearing your shades? (please. Like you expected I would bypass that particular opportunity?)
Let’s talk soon about what your goals are. What fears do you have about the coming year? Did you accomplish something outstanding in 2017?
It’s a new year. The end of the year is behind us.
“This year, my resolutions are …,”
We’ve all done it, so you may as well own it. Every year, right about this time, we all start talking about the New Year’s resolutions we’re making. We’re all going to quit smoking. We’re all going to lose weight. We’re all going to take more time for ourselves and spend less time working. We’re going to get that promotion. We’re going to live somewhere that doesn’t have boob sweat. All these resolutions are promises to ourselves that we’re going to be better next year. But are we setting ourselves up for failure? Are resolutions helpful or harmful? Why can’t we just love ourselves?
“I’m going to lose one hundred and fifteen pounds by June twentieth because I have a wedding I’m going to. I talked to this doctor online and they signed me up for a six hundred calorie per day diet. It promises results in the first two weeks!”
I wish I could say I’m kidding but that is something someone has said to me in the last twelve days. And to look at her, you would never think there’s seventy-five pounds that she needs to lose, let alone one hundred and fifteen! And sadly, she is not the only person that I know of who makes resolutions that are actually harmful. As a whole, society bombards us with commercials and images that show people getting into shape, sweating on a treadmill (in full makeup no less), buying workout gear (No, Janice, you do not need a subscription to buying workout gear), and make it seem as though you can simply jump off your couch and be that person. Then they advertise crash diets, fad workouts, or magic pills that will “melt your fat away”. None of these things are good for you. And they will hurt you.
If your goal is to achieve weight loss, look into speaking with a nutritionist. If your goal is to workout more, start small. Start walking around the dining room table, then down the street, and then perhaps look into a gym membership. Don’t try to run a 5k in February when you’ve never even made it to ten thousand steps in a day. Instead of eating less, eat smarter; look into eating habits that support your whole body. Make a routine for yourself to do meal prep one day a week. Sign up for a subscription dinner box. Yes, they can be expensive but if you’re smart about them, you can make them work. Try a few different companies and make your decision from there. You can also look into healthy snack boxes that come pre-portioned.
If your goal is to just move more, make it fun. Set a realistic goal (thirty thousand steps in a week) and reward yourself with a manicure. Or perhaps a book you’ve been wanting to read. Something that has nothing to do with clothes or numbers on a scale. I reward myself with really indulgent coffee. Technically not food and still a true pleasure for me.
You can also make resolutions that help you to take care of yourself. Yes, the walking steps is helpful but I’m talking about routines that help you to recharge. I’ve made resolutions to meditate at least three times a week, or to save all my spare change and whatever it comes up to at the end of the year is my “getaway money”. In 2018, I’m participating in the “$5000 52 Week Money Challenge” to save five thousand dollars by the end of the year. I have no idea how I’m going to spend it, but I’m making a resolution to save it.
New Year’s resolutions are fun and, whether you achieve them or not, remember that loving yourself is the most important aspect. You don’t have to kill yourself to achieve the perfect body by February; you can still enjoy cream in your coffee. Make a resolution to love yourself no matter what and you’ve already made it further than most.