I'm back :)

Oh dear, it has been a busy summer ;) Reading through my posts I feel like I've grown so much...as a woman, a lover, a human. I have learned what it means to serve, to lust, to truly yearn. I have discovered the bitter suffering of patience and the sweet pain of desire. I have learned what it means to beg, to grovel, to hurt for more. I have trained my body to glide with a man's, adapting to his every move. I have learned the immense pleasures of a woman's touch. I now know how to accept, embrace, and delight in so many ways. With Magnus, I feel the look in his eyes through my body whenever we meet. I smell him on my clothes and on my sheets. I just can't stand it. I want to live in his smell.

We have written to each other so much, and so much has happened. I don't know where to begin. I originally started this blog because I needed an outlet. I needed some place to talk about hidden desires and fantasies, because I felt like I was always horny and thinking of inappropriate things (for a sensible young lady). So, this blog was that outlet. Then, when Magnus and I got together, I guess he was my outlet because I told him everything I was thinking and he told me everything he was thinking. I read everything he wrote (on his blog) and learned what he was thinking, and experimented with his body and mine, and now we know each other so well. But, the problem is, I'm more horny than ever, and all I want is Magnus, but he isn't always around.

So, I intend to resume this blog, because I need to remember the crazy things that have happened in my summer of love. I will describe how I became Magnus' "Goddess Slut." He said he calls me "Goddess" because I am proper and tidy in general, and he says sort of quiet and unapproachable. It's true, sort of, because I dress rather prudish in general. He calls me "Slut" for reasons that will become obvious. :) I think I dress so proper because of all the dirty things going on in my mind. Since I'm sharing, one thing I've discovered is that I love everything about Magnus' semen. (total blush) God help me, I love how it feels inside me or on my lips or my skin. I love how it smells and tastes. It's my obsession, and maybe also because of the way it affects Magnus. Like, when we were out with his family (of all people) drinking a malt this afternoon I wiped some that had spilled on my chin and looked at Magnus, and we were both thinking the exact same thing. Suddenly that drop of malt turned into the most delicious thing ever, and I liked it off my finger. As I did, Magnus gave me a look he gives me when he's mad at me for being a flirt, but it's not my fault, I totally can't really help it. Anyway, it turned me on so much, because that look means he is going to give it to me hard, and now I need to wait for another hour because he's still with his parents. And I'm so horny and he told me not to touch myself until he gets here, but I'm sooo wet and I'm grinding on the chair anyway (super blush). What's wrong with me, I just need to feel his hands on me. I just need to feel his hard cock and to feel his hot cum. I also told him to check this blog on his iphone, and I know he will be reading it as he takes the bus back. I guess that's mostly why I started writing, because when Magnus gets here I don't want to have to wait for his hot cum. I want his cock full. I want it right away, and I know this is one way to get it faster :) Please hurry Magnus x