So I should begin with that WTF is going on Lady part yeah?
Firstly…
Stealth
n.
1. The act of moving, proceeding, or acting in a covert way.
Well then…
Boy has been staying with me for the past month, not a lot happening there. The occassion’s which have been have left me feeling really disrespected.
Over dinner the other night…
M “my back and shoulders are so sore”
Him “what from”
Me “from fucking the other morning”
Him (stares blankly)
So I’m assuming here that (A) you don’t recall, or, (B) you don’t give a fuck. Some acknowledgement would have been nice, you are in fact staying with me at present, sharing my bed, sleeping naked next to me. Whatever. All of that. A little respect would be nice. I’m not a hole.
Angry. Hurt.
And the other situations…
Well I have lots of pent up frustrations, I have no space, I need to play. So there has been much ‘squeezing in when possible’ type activities, almost daily if I am able.
Last night…hilarious. Well I thought so anyway.
So I get home, figure I’ve got some time, its around half 6, I do have time, Boy not home, prob will be at some point, start on the couch, good…continue on bedroom floor, better, sitting in bedroom doorway – yeah, 5min break, nah go it again, couch, spare room – I have a good view of the car pulling up, and I’m telling you, intensity yeah, really crazily overly intense, gushing, shaking, sweating, FULL ON – hard to put into words, I fell of the chair, continued on the floor, got back up onto the chair, came one after the other , clitoral and vaginal, omg…
Then…(round 8pm)
Midway through god knows what number orgasm (it was seriously like this crazy plateau), boy drives in (FUCK), me with my pants off, house smelling like self-sex (you know the smell), I fall of chair, scrape my knee, rush to get pants on (and I do), race to bedroom – VIBE away – phew. Think fuck – smell like sex (light smoke), I am seriously sweating like crazy, bright red flushing of face and neck, shaking still from the orgasm, and dripping from between my legs underneath my track pants, boy walks in and I just have this smile on my face which I can’t shake, can’t make eye contact, shaking and attempting to look like I’m not shaking – trying to look in control, probably got carpet print on my back, if not fluff in my hair from where I was laying, there is a small (thankfully quickly drying out) wet patch on the floor of my study, I have sweat beads across my forehead.
And I’m thinking fuck, ignore the sex smell – it does not exist. I’m all like “geez it’s hot in here” and think ‘shit’ my knee is really sore and scraped. HAhahahahhahaahahhahahaaha……..
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