I just woke up!! It’s 1pm. This shedding blood thing does wear me out and that man that fucks me all kinds of wrong does as well. Mmmmmmm
I forget because he’s such a teary teady bear emotionally how much bigger and stonger than me he is and when he pins me down and shoves his huge cock deep down my throat suffocating me, slapping my face hard with it and torments my nipples, pussy and ass….
all I can do is squirm helplessly trying to get away, trying to get moments of relief. He can be ruthless and I vacilate between giving myself completely to it and trying desperately to get away from the pain. It’s heavenly but physically, mentally and emotionally gruelling as well.
Then when the pain reaches a point where I question everything and the moment I go beyond that into subspace and float into the bliss of it all. It reminds me a bit of running and hitting “the wall”. Everything in you is telling you to stop, to quit. Your body reels, your mind screams at you, your emotions are raw and yet you force yourself beyond what everything is saying is your very limit and then the rush of endorphines comes and you feel fucking extroardinary. You feel magical. You can’t even feel your feet because you are literally floating on natural drugs. I miss running!
I need to get my ass back in the gym. Wonder if that will be today. I have so much to do. I have my monthly equipment maintenance, have to get that eBay sale package out, take little munchie to her dr. appt, return a bunch of phone calls.
But….I feel great. Can’t remember the last time I woke up feeling so well rested. But no time to relax in bed. Vacation mode is officially over. The little one wants a real meal, the teenager wants a ride to her boyfriend’s.
Off we go to a the new adventure of another day.