the broken horn

I'm a big knot of emotions and anxieties this week. Pretty much standard stuff for a neurotic bint such as myself, I suppose, but this week it's been knotty than usual. Now I like being tied up, especially with red rope (mmm), but this kind of mental bondage is no fun at all.

I'm sexually frustrated. I'm so sexually frustrated in fact that I can't even be bothered to be horny. What the bloody hell that's all about, I don't know. But I don't like it.

Needless to say, I didn't manage to write any smut either. I stared and typed and deleted for a few hours, and then I gave up. It's not that I don't have any ideas - got plenty of those rattling around my head - I just quite literally can't get them out of my system.

I need a bloody good shake. Whilst being fucked ragged.