I'm totally wiped out after everything I've done this week. I had to force myself to just go to sleep & avoid poking at myself last night.
This post may possibly address some questions that have been appearing recently in my PM box, so ~
The other night (not sure which night exactly, but it was after my last comment posting), I happened across a website or two when I was rubbing myself all over like a cam whore chugging energy drinks - Bimbo Candy in particular. I actually think that someone may have suggested this site to me at some point in the past, but I can imagine I was too "out of it" to actually realise what they were trying to link me to. There's an awesome mix of inspiring photos to reference when getting larger boobs and stuff.
Most importantly, the blog posts over there from the person apparently running the site really struck a chord with me - she seems to have the same attitude about things as I do. In a particular post, she pointed out that she was a sort of geek/slut in college - she could have an insanely intelligent conversation with a guy, but then they'd only look at her intellectually rather than as a girl wanting her brains fucked out. That pretty much sums up how I've felt about things. Having read through another person's similar perspective on the matter, I think I'm a lot more at peace with myself so far as finding a guy and letting him slowly turn me into his personal fucktoy.
I know I've been fighting with myself over this past year & what I really want to do.....when it comes down to it, I ~do~ want a guy to help take me from start to finish & will really help promote a "bimbo mentality" within myself. On the other hand, I'd want to also trust that if the time came to stop that for a short while and get serious about stuff, he'd be perfectly fine with that & be able to adjust at a moment's notice.....maybe I AM bipolar? XD
I dunno.....there are days where I just want to shut myself off and only have to be worried about orgasming to the best of my ability, but then there are days like today where I have serious work that needs done & I need to charge through at full speed to get finished. One way or the other though, I need to seriously accept the fact (and I have more and more as of late) that I'm not going to EVER be truly happy until my tits are blocking my view of the floor and bending over causes guys to automatically cum in their pants on sight.