Sex. Lots of Sex. Lots of Masturbation. Lots of SEX. I spent 2 weeks on break with the boy. There was lots of face sitting, strangulation, fucking, slow love making, headjobs, and the list goes on.
There was also me breaking down right after sex and spilling my brain matter in regards to abusive past. That was ok. Not touched on again, like I had hoped for.
I am however feeling a little on the overwhelmed and tired side this week, and late last, I think just all the time un-alone finally got to me, not that it has been an issue because it hasn’t. I just got home and really needed to reclaim my space.
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