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I miss you so much. I really do. Yes, YOU. All of you sexy online friends and special acquaintances I don't get nearly enough time to interact and exchange with. Yes, admittedly, Tara's been all work and no play lately and... you know what that means! Am I such a dull girl these days?? I can't be... not when I'm fucking and getting fucked this much!
At least, one would hope not.
These days, work is play and play is work... much as it has always been since I started a freelance career where I work for no one but myself. And now, my work is actually sex... and fucking on film... and generally being permitted and encouraged to let my inner exhibitionist out to play each and every day.
In fact, she's no longer just an inner exhibitionist or new discovery at all. I do love to be watched!
I get so much action now that sex has been integrated into my life just as regularly as breakfast itself. When I don't get it, I'm craving it. And either way, I'm dreaming it as I sleep at night and near waking in the sensual mornings.
I get to talk about it, write about it, show it to others, and do it all the fucking time. I fill my days with watching it, searching for it online, researching it, asking others about it, and answering others' questions about how I like to do it.
Sex has always been easy for me to talk about openly, in mixed company or any other kind of company. I'm just that open and honest. No holds barred. I'm comfortable with it. And now, it's all around me in nearly every way and form possible.
I haven't grown more comfortable with topics of and the very act of sex. I've grown used to it.
My Usual Blowjob for Breakfast
Sex, fetishes, tales of intimate experiences, and all sexual sites just don't make me flinch anymore for any reason. I'm accustomed to it all. So much so, that it's hard to feel like I even have anything left to tell or share or be eager to open up about.
Sex is just as ordinary and routine as eating breakfast. Certainly nothing to actually write about or that others would be interested in hearing about from me... right?
Maybe not. Maybe I need to be shaken up a bit. Maybe I need what seems completely imaginary but may actually exist for me: an extraordinary, outlandish sort of sexual experience. Something to fucking write about.
I'll come up with something...
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Tara's Trysts 
