So, I am testing the voice texting portion of this phone so far it’s not too bad. I’m having a hard time figuring out how to enter punctuation. space no that’s not it. There, that’s better.

Alright then let’s keep this thing serious workout.

The rain falls mainly on the playing.

We seem to have lost a few words there and have a hard time with the word plane playing plane plane. Oh well.

Will learn to understand me more effectively additional practice?

Okay, I will try a grocery list.

Milk eggs french vanilla o m g it almost spelled m i l f instead of milk but it back up and fix milf to milk . I was afraid I was going to the store to get a milf. Should worry me that my phone knows the word milf? It doesnt even under line as a misspelling.

Okay, so the song does well other then dropping words here in there and thinking that phone beatles song, while I’m trying to type normal things like grocery list that includes eggs and milk and apparently a milf. Can try something a little more complicated. Let’s maine porn. No. Let’s maine come out side.

(I was trying to get it to say “let me try something a little more complicated.”)

Okay how much now for the grand finale.

How about a little jabberwocky ? It got creative with normal words, what will it do with nonsense?

Was brillig and the slighty toes did guion gimble in the way almond grove and rest of grace beware the jabberwock my son jaws the fight the crowds closet touch beware the jubjub bird and shun from in this anderson

Kentucky waffle sword in him, long time in my supposed to self, the rest is for the come come tree, and still be awhile inbox.

Mine apologies to lewis carroll.

(The end result of my testing is that the voice text feature is a little finicky yet for anything important. I spent more time fixing things that were almost right than I would have typing them. But it could have some uses. And I am pretty impressed it spelled jabberwock correctly, despite showing it as a misspelled word by underlining it in red.)

I still haven’t written my post about the Steak & Blowjob day party. That will follow soon. Just wanted to reflect here on the luscious blowjob fun I had with Corvus the other day; his fingers twisted in my hair, first pulling, then setting a rhythm for me as I fucked him with adoring lips, and throat, and tongue.

If I hadn’t taken an allergy med the night before - leaving my mouth on the dry side - I could have gone on like that happily for a long while. It made my cunt quiver happily, especially as he started rocking his hips up to meet my mouth.

Gods, that man has a gorgeous, delicious cock. Dark skin, lighter near the swelling of the perfectly formed glans; soft black curls at the base begging me to nestle my face against them.

The skin on the head of a cock is THE most luscious texture on Earth. Period. It is why I adore silk so much.

Then dip my face close, inhaling the scent of masculine sex - I can’t resist caressing his prick with my cheeks. I want his scent all over me. I love the subtle variations in scent on his body; upper torso distinct from the softly musky scent of his groin.

That first taste, as the head of his cock peeks between my hungry lips is heaven - like that first moment when a cock presses its way between my labia into my vag. But my mouth is so much more intimate for me. Vaginal penetration feels great, but oral is intense on so many levels. Scent and taste are primal, and awake fully while giving head.

When I’m being fucked I am distracted; when sucking cock, the task becomes my whole world. I hear his every sound as though each quick breath or moan ripples through me. His body tells me what it likes, so I’m tuned in to subtle changes - motion under lips, exploring fingers, the long strokes of my tongue exploring the curves and angles of him. If there are any drops of pre-cum to tease me, I am pushed to my own muffled moans of pleasure.

Fingers explore, caress, grip here, press there; and if he’s in the mood, I dip my finger between his cheeks and nudge my way to the sensitive nerves there. It isn’t the act itself that excites me, it’s the reactions; his body tensing, relaxing, permitting, then arching gently into the probing touch. His face becomes an erotic mask of pleasure, and I may get so distracted that he has to stroke his own cock while I focus on other things.

I adore sucking him, licking, caressing, smelling him, hearing, watching, and tasting him. I fucking adore every second.

Fantasy: You chain me to Your headboard, head down, ass up on my knees, and fuck my cunt from behind…

my hair shoved in my mouth as a gag, Your belt around my waist making a handle to pull Yourself against me…

Happy memory of that look in Your eye gauging my reaction to Your belt; then the sting of it on my ass, just before You buckled it on and went on with Your day