Last week was rough. Professionally. Personally. Emotionally. Mentally. By Friday afternoon the worst of my stressors were lifted, but sheer exhaustion had a bone deep hold. Ironically, at least four different conversations during the week were discussions about how my friends were taking time out for themselves. My own imminent need for that dogged me, but the venues where everyone else were seeking their peace and tranquility weren't an option for me in any way.
Friday evening, He came. We talked for hours. I wasn't in the best headspace by any means. Despite my mood He still made me laugh and smile at times. I tried to explain my challenges. We made halting progress. He was reassuring. I was frustrated.
But then there were these quiet moments where I felt almost a sense of peace begin to descend. When He brushed against my hungry nipples...when His hand slipped up my inner thigh in comfort. ~sigh~ I didn't let myself get distracted.
I should have.
My body was screaming what my mind refused to remember or see...what I needed most.
Later...when He had me stand against the wall in the stairwell and pull up my long football jersey, so He could look at my ass. I still refused to see. It wasn't until the viciously hard head of His dick slowly plowed through my cunt and made my head explode in sheer heartbreaking bliss that I fucking remembered one of the most basic truths of me.
My best source of self care is sexual energy. I am what I am. At the root of my core is a greedy hungry whore. When life becomes overwhelming...tapping into my sexuality will help me find my peace and sanity better than any drug, food, drink, spa, vacation spot in the world.
I basked in every inch of Him as He drove patiently in and out of me. I swear He was an extra two inches and fucking me with a steel rod. Fuck...His taking of me was everything I needed.
In.
His hand around my throat as He reminded me of my place.
Out.
His finger tips tugging at my nipples drove me insane.
In.
His hands stroked my back.
Out.
My stomach.
In.
My ass.
Out.
His voice chanted my place...His beautiful title for me.
In.
My nipples again.
Out.
Everything again.
In.
More.
Out.
More.
In.
Grinding...grinding...grinding...
Until I was cumming and cumming and cumming. My pussy clenched. My mind exploded. My orgasms pooled onto the floor.
He pulled out and in seconds I was on my knees between His thighs, and my mouth was sliding over Him. Fuck...yes...His taste. His scent. The smooth tight delicate skin of His rock hard dick against my tongue. I drowned Him in my hot wet heat.
His groan and sighs were my reward. The sound of Him gasping for air.
My fist stroked. I sucked. My hand slid over His head. I sucked again and drove my mouth to His base and tongued His shaft. I raised myself and lashed His head with my tongue.
This. My service to Him. His pleasure. I wanted...I NEEDED this. It filled me as nothing else could.
His hot river of cum flooded my mouth. I drank greedily. Swallowing again and again. I lapped at His head as He bathed my lips, tongue, throat in the most intimate and sacred of nourishment.
~sigh~ He'd once again unlocked and opened the door to my soul, and peace once again started to seep through my mind and body.
*******
After that, I essentially shut down and tucked myself away from the world for the weekend. Yes, I would have LOVED to have spent hours and hours with Him using me in every way imaginable, but that unfortunately wasn't an option.
I did the next best thing for myself. I spent most of the next three days sleeping and giving myself repeated orgasms. I indulged in four long naps just on Saturday and at least five more orgasms. I've lost count at this point how many more I've driven myself to. Sleep and cum. Sleep and cum. Again and again and fucking again.
I had tried during the week to find that little bit of pleasure, but I couldn't even get close. I didn't realize it, but I needed Him to unleash my sexuality again. It gets trapped behind walls of chaos and stress, but He brushes all of that aside so easily.
With His help, I found what I so desperately needed...to be milked endlessly of my sexual lust and desires. Gotta love three day weekends of self care!
~sigh~ Oh look...it's bedtime. I hope my vibrator still has some charge left. Hehehe...If not my fingers will just have to do. ;-)
~DominaKat
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