Confectionary Voyage

Confectionary Voyage
By: Sugaree
Inspired by a mystery lover


Note: Work on tenses!

Although extremely excited about my trip, I reluctantly packed the evening before I was to travel to Pennsylvania to a writer’s convention. The thought of traveling to a foreign town to meet strangers to discuss personal goals has my doubts running wild with fear and excitement. As the uncertainty began ripping through my veins, I sat and cried and admonished myself. In order to calm myself I thought of a letter to send to my brain:

Dear Mind,
“Why do you always defeat your own fucking self? Every time you’re presented with an opportunity to succeed, you loose your gottdamned mind! Stop tripping and pack those clothes! Silly woman you! Go pour yourself a glass of wine, relax in a hot tub of water, light some candles…calm down! Go and get that new toy your girlfriend sent to you when you and Lance broke up. Yeah! Treat yourself…that pink rabbit sure does look interesting…been wanting to that anyway…yeah…go for it. Wait a minute! Do you have the right batteries? Go check. NOW. Let’s do this.

I systematically glided across the deep padded pink carpet and headed down the stairs, checking everything my mind had requested. I had already chilled a bottle of wine the day prior when I was going to let a new guy I had started dating come over. I had decided against letting him visit in fear of my vaginal indiscretions. HOT! Wine, soft music and a handsome hard man were bound to tempt it into indulging the forbidden act of sluthood. Instead, I cancelled and we went to dinner in a public setting.

My bath water was ready. I slid out of the silky robe I’d thrown on upon getting in from work today. Just as I was about to turn the lights off after lighting the candles, I caught a glimpse of my slightly pertruding stomach and made a mental note to work on that when I returned. I further admired the firmness of my breast, despite the age and the 40 DD size, they were still plump and hot. I pushed them together with both hands. Hmm, in a couple of more years, I just may need that little lift surgery. Maybe they just need continuous fundling, hard dick slipping between them daily...Maybe?

The sweet smells permeating the air from the hot bath beckoned my caramel colored body to indulge. I pinned my hair up off of my shoulders, then stepped in the perfect temperature water. I slid my back up against the bath pillow and just relaxed as Teena Marie’s soothing and healing melodies pierced my ears with sultry lyrics.

The water felt so good. I could feel the sensation of the small currents each time I moved. The sensual caresses of the water ignited the already half lit flame deep inside of me.

I reached for the tray where my toiletries and new toy lie side by side. The toys matched my bathroom so this must have been the right thing to do, I eagerly rationalized my intended carnal act. I flicked the power switch on, amazed that the noise of it was low because of the innumerous size. I critiqued it a bit more before it disappeared into the sudsy water where my receptive pussy would soon be engulfing it. The vibration was tremendous. The immediate shock of the pleasure warned me that it would come and go too quickly if I didn’t turn it down a notch. I did.

I gently pressed the tip of my rabbit between the folds of my vulva, teasing the ultimate spot that it would soon be directly gratifying. A slight moan escaped my mouth then my body suddenly jerked away from the intense pleasure that came too soon despite the altered speed. I realized that the next time I would be more careful as I smiled to myself. I relaxed a bit more then was tempted to start over but didn’t, then washed and got out of the tub.

My mind was relaxed enough for me to ready myself for the Writer’s Convention. I packed casual, sexy nightclub wear as well as formal. I guess my mood permitted me to pack even some sexy lingerie. I was excited now…no more doubts. It is just amazing what a little relaxation and masturbation can do for the unrest mind.

I went into the bathroom to gather my items. I decided to leave the candles lit and bring the toy to bed. I had such a wonderful night of blissful rest. The night was so good that I decided to splurge for the privacy of a single room and packed my little rabbit friend in the suitcase as well.

I wonder who will be my victim. I hope that it’s a gentleman with an imagination comparable to my own. I’m getting wet just thinking of the possibilities. Yes. A new state, a new date and a big warm bed to initiate a new fetish….

Who are you? I wonder what he will look like. Will his lips kiss mine then run their course into my soaking wet pus--- I shit. Let me stop tripping before my hot self start dripping….I’m must get ready for the convention.

See you there, my dear sweet fantasy lover...