i am going to combine this blog with my normal blog.

please update your blogrolls to point to my blog: http://graciebaby.wordpress.com

i will be working on this almost immediately and will hopefully have things moved by the end of this weekend.

all daily Thoughts will be under the category of “Thought” on the other blog.

thank you for your dedication and support.

i remember when talking with him used to make my face flush red, my heart race and my breathing erratic. i had this look on my face that let everyone around me think i was keeping a secret and i was. from reading him, to hearing him, to kissing him, to touching him and i know i would never be the same after that. i didn’t care if he was talking about work or us, i loved hearing him and i loved how it physically touched me.

i was shaving everything tonight and realized how much i wanted to be laying on my back with my legs spread and letting a man shave me. i know at a point my wetness would be leaking out of me as the razor would pluck every hair from my cunt. the wonderment and anticipation would drive me wild.

here is the rest of V’s email:

I push your head down even lower.

“And your poor little nipples. So hard. Does it hurt yet, baby? What do you think while the boys are staring at them and playing with the change in their pockets so that they can’t brush their hands against their balls. Go ‘head, baby. Give ‘em a little yank. Nobody’s looking. Twist them hard. Yeaaaah. Fucking little whore. Can’t help herself, can she? Can’t stop thinking about how hard she’s gonna cum when she’s finally gone. Thinking about how she’ll rip her panties off and fuck herself in the garage and hope that her screams stay inside the car. Because just as she’s about to cum, baby, that’s when you’ll pull my cock out from your ass. And you’re going to fucking explode. If you’ve never squirted before, you will now. And how ya gonna clean that up baby. Your car will smell like cunt forever. But you won’t care, because it already does.”

I snap your head back. You look into my cruelly amused eyes.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” I tell you flatly. Your mouth opens before I’m even done. I let a long string of spit slip from my lips and perfectly onto your tongue. I shift slightly making sure that some of it lands on your cheek. “Swallow,” I tell you and, again, you have before I finish.

“Cunt,” I spit. There’s a silence. You shiver as you wait for your next direction. One minute. Two minutes.

You turn around. No one.

the email from V continues:

I grab a chunk of your hair and force your head down.

“Look at it, slut,” I purr, “goddamn little whore. Look down at your cunt. Lift your skirt up. Jesus. Even I can see how wet your panties are. Is that why so many guys keep coming around? To get a whiff of your cunt? Huh? Now slip those panties aside…show me how thick those lips are…how wet…how shiny. You wanna touch it, don’t you, Grace. You wanna shove three fingers inside your whore-hole and fuck yourself silly. Well. You can’t. Your just gonna have to put up with it for the whole 9 hours. Even when you go outside for lunch. That’s gonna be the hardest. Trying to keep your normally cool gait, the one that makes all the girls in the office dream of punching you in the face because you look so damn good. Kind hard while I’m fucking your ass with every step, huh, baby? Walking a little differently? Everybody notices, but they can’t quite figure it out. Nobody thought of the obvious answer – your asshole is stuffed.”

yes, i am still thinking about the beginning before ownership. it was when things were more equal and possibly a little bit like now with a twist. here are a series from an email that i wanted to share. i am sure V won’t mind.

a little background…i had brought my plug to work today and that ensued a series of emails:

Coming up behind you…running my nail across the back of your neck…up to your earlobe.

“Feel my cock inside you, baby,” I whisper, “mm-hm.  That’s me fucking you all…day…long.  That’s me deep inside your ass…feeling it clutch around my cock as you sit there and try to go through your day.  As this co-worker comes up and starts trying to chat about whatever shit was on TV.  As that co-worker wants to know about that report.  And all the time you sit there, cunt soaking your panties with my cock up your ass.  Every move…every shift reminds you of it.”

i am not sure why i felt this need to look back on the slew of emails that he and i exchanged in the beginning. it was before i claimed him…well before he wanted a sense of ownership by me.

i was drawn by his amazing ability to write. some authors sting the mind, the soul, the heart but not my V. he always stung right in the core of arousal and for me my cunt.

i smile now thinking back to the first time we chatted in real time. i swear i was nervous and had fluttering going on inside of me. i was literally high off of him.

it is amazing how far we have come.

before i fell asleep last night i was watching this movie called “Shadowboxer” (i do believe, i was exhausted). i am not sure why i kept watching it. the short description of the movie was something like: “hitwoman with her lover/stepson, protect a pregnant woman.” i guess it had to be the somewhat incest tone that made me watch.

there was a scene in the movie that struck me as violent yet beautiful. the woman was basically dying and she was wearing a red dress. they are outisde and she starts to rip his clothes off of him and they start to fuck intensely. after she cums he shoots her in the head and burries while he is stil naked. for some reason that particular scene made me only hope i could die in such a way. to just pass on after having a wild orgasm (on your terms) and your lover putting you in the ground.

it felt very personal to me.

i just walked into the kitchen to see a brown box addressed to me. i know what it is. i just cannot wait to use it this saturday. what is it?

well, i will let you know after i open the box. i know i made certain to get a fresh costco pack of AA batteries to power this new device.

i can’t wait to test it out. i am sure it will give me a much needed orgasm.

i wish i had a thought for today. actually i do…please take care of yourselves. there is nothing more frustrating then watching a loved one do something that is literally killing them.

i realized with the slew of emails i am getting that i need to post an FAQ on my Gracie’s Playground blog. it won’t be pretty either.

another thing that kinda threw me off balance tonight was GP was listed on the marie claire website…ummmm WTF? here is what they wrote:

HOW HARD-CORE:
* Makes Hilary Duff Look Naughty
* * It’s Nothing You Wouldn’t See on Skinemax
* * * Might Make Porn Newbies a Little Uncomfortable
* * * * Might Make R. Kelly a Little Uncomfortable
* * * * * Scary, and Not in a Good Way

GracieBaby.wordpress.com
HOW HARD-CORE: * *
COST: Free
We know you’re no stranger to blogs, but erotic blogs — that’s probably another story. Gracie writes about her own sexcapades, and while there’s no plot, there is plenty of action — some of it questionable. (She’s into pain, choking games, and reclaiming the C word.) At least you won’t have to flip through those Harlequin books for the good parts anymore.

what a strange day.  i am going to bed.

i watched him undress and i swear for a moment he was reenacting what i had written on another blog. i smiled as i watched him in silence, the white short sleeved button shirt, the khakis that fell immediately when they came undone. he of course wrapped his hand around his cock to keep it hidden. typical of him. again i smiled. he had been waiting for me…for days.

i asked him to lay on the bed. i wanted to watch him fuck his hand. he fucked his left hand so i could watch the ring on his finger dance in the light of the room. i don’t know why i enjoy this particular act. perhaps it is because i don’t get to witness that often. it is like a treat. or it is just fun watching a pet masturbate. either way i like it and i love that i can tell him to cum for me and he does.

honestly, i couldn’t ask for a better slut, pet, whore and yes i own him.

don’t i baby?