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my life.
2012-07-22 @ 11:53 a.m.
so i had all that negative shit to say the other day, and it continued on until friday when i was just like, beside myself i was so aggravated with everyone. then boy came home, i made an absolutely unbelievable dinner, and he sexed me up so well that it pretty much reset my hate-o-meter. then he worked yesterday, then went to some party with his old high school friends, then came home, put little A to bed, and sat with me on the couch before our late dinner. he was telling me how excited he was to get up to bed, and i was saying yeah, but you might want to take it easy on me because once i cum a few times i get pretty weak, but after like 7 times, i can't even move anymore. it's physically taxing! and he's like wow. you're really lucky, you know. that you can do that. there are a lot of women out there who have never done it. and i said, i know. i honestly think about it all the time, and i am always thankful. i mean really, there are women my age who have never had 1 real orgasm in their lives, and i can have like 7+, and like ACTUALLY ejaculate? it's the fucking best. i do know how lucky i am. i am very aware. because he was also telling me how he was asked by the boss of his boss to come up to a completely different unrelated job today and work for cash. like, bid the job as though it were a side job he was doing independently, not like he is working for his usual hourly pay rate. that potential is HUGE. let's say that he just agreed to work for double time, which is what he gets on sundays. that's $72/hour! if it's huge and he bids it out by square foot, that's even double that. but that's not the real point; the point is that he was saying that he told the guy that he's not doing it unless it's an amazing amount of money, because on a sunday he'd rather be home with his family. and i thought the other day about that, because he came home and we all came to meet him at the door, boycat included. and boy was so happy. i think that's pretty much all he's wanted from life for so long. and i've only ever wanted someone who appreciates me, who is kind to me. all of the other stuff is a bonus. so later we go up to bed and we're smoking, doing it, smoking while doing it, and he's like here, repack the pipe (while i'm totally naked, on top). so i sit up and kind of lean back a little bit, and the lamp on his nightstand is on, and he's like oh my god, look at you. and i'm trying to balance on him to do this, and i'm filling the bowl and spilling weed all over his chest, but he's touching me all over, and as soon as i'm done and trying to smoke it, he's kissing my stomach and legs and everything, telling me how gorgeous i am, how awesome i look, how i do everything right. everything's perfect. he's so happy. i don't even remember everything because it was too much. and i just passed out immediately afterward. the whole bed, soaked. and he's kissing me at 6:30 this morning, and kissing boycat goodbye too, because he's snuggled up under my arm. thank you, thank you, thank you. i can't wait til he comes home to us. |