Just Breathe

No, this isn't a post about breath control. But I will say that I do love a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my noises and making me gasp a little. Ooh, or around my throat while I'm getting fucked. Or that struggling feeling when deepthroating. Mmm good stuff.

But I digress. What I mean today is that I just need to remember to breathe. I feel like I keep forgetting. And I feel like I might need a paper bag to breathe in (or a crash cart!) available for use tomorrow. I almost can't even write about it. I'm sitting here shaking. It's that simultaneous clenched wet pussy and feeling of total terror gripping my chest that I'm experiencing.

Okay. I'm breathing. I just forgot again. Breathing is good.

I'm so melodramatic sometimes. I do often laugh at myself. I think most people take themselves too seriously.

Speaking of which, this post is actually getting way too serious. The mood is more meant to be that Christmas Eve feeling of anticipation and excitement. I've met a goal. And Sir is rewarding me. And I'm so thrilled. But I'm such a dork. I'm a grown woman who worries about acting like an idiot teenager. With good cause. I have embarrassed myself before.

Almost forgot. All I need to do is breathe. Just breathe. It really does help.

That and good hair makes me calm.  I just got it keratined and I must say, I wish it stayed like this forever.