Dry Spell

So C is sick and we’re out of action until he gets better because he doesn’t want to get me sick from having sex. I told him it would totally be worth it. Bugger wouldn’t budge.

It came at the worse timing too, because on Halloween night we have the most amazing sex ever!

Five times.

Three time of him on me.

Two blow jobs.

And a partridge in a pear tree.

Shockingly, I wasn’t sore at all but in the most relaxed state I have ever been in throughout my entire life. *sigh* At least I set a new record for myself. Maybe we’ll beat it soon.

Not that his booty embargo did any good on keeping me healthy, I took care of him all day yesterday and today my throat is scratchy and my neck is sore. If he had just broken down and given it up I’d at least have had a good three or four orgasms before starting this week of classes.

Stupid boys.

XOXO,

Whisper