Ticklely

À propos de moi: It's been well over a year since I've had good, hot, sweaty, multi-orgasmic sex. I'm lucky enough to work from home, so I've taken quarantining very seriously. But I've missed the touch of a man's hands on my body so much. I miss kissing and feeling that cock get hard against my body as it tries to escape the confines of clothing to get at me. I miss being naked with someone, skin on skin as I get juicier by the minute. I've spent more than a few dollars on toys, expensive toys, but it's just not the same as a throbbing cock in my throat. At the young age of 52, I've learned some things about my body during these times of Corona. My sex machine makes me squirt like crazy. Who knew?!! I'm having some unbelievable orgasms, one after another, but no matter how hard they make me cum, none of them kiss me and hold me inbetween orgasms. Poo. #firstworldproblems I'm thinking about even posting some pics and videos of my masturbatory antics. Might as well work a side hustle for DIY project money. It turns me on just thinking about people whackadoodling to vids of me enjoying my body and my toys. #yummy Update: I'm now vaccinated and looking for someone to worship at the alter of my Grand Tatas in order to reawaken the Kraken. She's been quarantined for over a year and she's thirsty. No cock is safe from the manipulations of my flicking tongue, sucking warm mouth and hot, wet, juicy goody goody. Who's gonna give me my first load? Vaccinated Update: I've been fucking the holy shit out of anyone who will meet-and-greet me for brunch - just so we can interact in a public setting where I can feel safe while I find something about them attractive and interesting enough to fuck. You know - get my juices flowing. 😉 Unfortunately, it is incredibly difficult to get a guy to meet for brunch or a meal, so there really hasn't been that many guys, truth be told. 😄 I've been living my life pretty close to my quarantine lifestyle but I'll put forth some effort to find some dick when the Kraken needs to be fed. I'm not always successful so I settle for my fuck machine. That's the only thing I'll "settle" for and that's my problem. But it plugs into the wall and I control the speed as it works me out through squirting, quaking, guttural orgasms, one after another. But, like I said before, it doesn't kiss, spoon and cuddle me. It doesn't tell me how tight and juicy my goody is. It doesn't tell me it wants me to cum all over its cock. I can't taste it's cum on my tongue. It just does what it's told and then fits snugly back into its box for next time. But I do sleep like a slumbering Queen afterwards and that'll do for now, I suppose. I wish someone would prove me wrong.