I’m not feeling very well since Sunday. Nothing unbearable, just a general feeling of ick. Life charges on, full speed ahead, no time to dwell.
As Dory would say, and as one of my adopted mottos, “Just keep swimming”. I do, but I think I’d like to make that longer:
“just keep swimming, just keep spanking, just keep fucking”
My Husband is so nice when I’m not feeling up to par – He always picks up any slack I’ve left in my day. He will hold me or not, whichever I am wanting at the time. He will take care of me. So very nice, and I do appreciate it all, but…
I am just not up for nice. I want naughty and dirty and
maybe a little pain. I want to play. The twisty sex is great, it just doesn’t lift me out of my overworked brain. The “love taps” are fun, but I want my ass to hurt, to give me something better to focus on.
Busy, lackluster days around here but I have high aspirations for tonight…maybe ‘nice’ will be over.