A perfect way to spend a Sunday:
- Wake up in the predawn to A’s hand between my legs, his cock nudging me from behind. I escape to the restroom, only to be pinned down, prone, legs stretched out straight, wrists gripped in one of his large, hard hands as he fucks me from behind.
- Take my run as dawn spreads across the sky. Humidity and sweat slicking my skin, I end up running just over 4 miles. I haven’t been able to clock my distance since I started, just made rough guesses and used my playlist to tell me when to turn around. I’ve assumed I was running about 2-3 miles. This time I ran along the road, so out of curiosity I drove it in my car. Two-point-two miles one way. The best part? Yesterday I ran longer along a new trail, calling myself a pussy when I turned around because it didn’t feel like I’d run long enough. Yeah, I’m a fucking beast. Go me.
- Come home to A fixing us breakfast–yumm, eggs and toast and coffee.
- Have a really good chat with the gf, clearing the air about some things. She send us love in the shape of a beautiful heart she colored with sidewalk chalk.
- Finish a new piece of erotica I am working on for submission July 1st. Send it to the gf, who helps me begin to polish it.
- Get a spanking.
- Get laid.
- Give some yummy head.
- Take a long, lazy, post-orgasmic nap.
- Do homework at the table while A makes dinner–and actually understand it.
Life is good.
