I am toast...
I am fucked up...
I am on beer number 12.
I have discovered that when I drink I do not hurt!
I have been cleaning the kitchen, doing dishes and cleaning counter tops. I am also doing laundry. It feels in-fucking-credible to be pain free. I gave the keys to my Harley to Debbie to prevent me from going out riding tonight as that is something I would LOVE to do. I was telling her that it is much like in my youth when I had my Mach 1 and I would love to run her wide the fuck open when I was fucked up. Tonight is much like that.
I have laundry going, some drying in the dryer, some to hang outside. I have the kitchen cleaned and the dishes put away.
In the background I have the Music Channel playing, old Rock and Roll, "Yes" is currently playng, Roundabout.
This morning I was blessed with release.
Yes! She helped me achive orgasm!
Later we talked and it appears she is set upon six months before intercourse. I mean she is not even wanting to orgasm! I am not allowed to go down on her or to use a vib to get her off. Kind of fucked up to say the least. I love to go down on her, hell, anyone. I love eating p*y. There is something so fucking erotic to be laying between outstretched thighs and having someone cum. It is mind blowing to know that I can do that for/to someone.
Oh well...at least I orgasmed.
Night everyone that read this.
More beer!
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