Delayed Reactions
By kiri | May 11, 2008
Okay, first I have something I’ve got to say and I can’t believe I let this part slip.
A handful of ice in your cunt hurts!
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Details, Details
By kiri | May 11, 2008
What I can remember, anyway…with a little bit of help from DT.
We got a later start than I’d planned, but cuddling my nephew was a damn good reason to be behind. Once I was back in town, I picked DT up. We stopped, grabbed some food, and came back here to eat.
I told him, at some point while we were out, we should get some rum and check into a motel somewhere but I only half-way meant it. After the day I’d had, I wasn’t sure I was up for playing. The last thing I wanted to do was have my first scene in damn near a year turn out like the last one.
But the more I thought about it, the better it sounded. I packed up and we headed out again. We got the rum and looked around at the places close by. We went to the Super 8, to see what their rates were, and he liked it so we stayed.
The room was nice. It had a loft, two beds - one downstairs and a bigger one upstairs - two TVs, and two bathrooms. The railing across the loft looked like it would have been great for suspension, but the rope I have isn’t strong enough to support my weight, so that’s been filed away for use later. It was hot as hell when we first got there, so I took a shower to cool off and we watched TV for a bit while we waited for the air conditioner to work its magic.
I drank a bit of rum and it started working its magic, so it wasn’t long before I was relaxed and glad I’d decided to give the night a try.
I think things got going around one. He put on my restraints and collar, locking them all. I’d forgotten how peaceful I feel when I’m in them. The effect was instant. I was even calmer with each lock’s click. Then he pulled out my rope and scarves. I don’t know how, but I managed to miss my longer pieces of rope when I was packing. Luckily, he had enough there to feed under the mattress to take care of my hands and feet. Later on I wished he’d had enough to do my thighs too.
He tied me up much tighter than he had before, to the point that my fingers started tingling and I could barely move. I was a little freaked when he did that, but I just took a breath and reminded myself of who I was with. It was almost like I could just melt into the bed as I exhaled.
Then came the floggers. I tried to stay halfway alert by keeping up with Formula 51 on TV, but I don’t think I lasted more than 15 minutes before I was spacing. He’d warned me that he was going to be hard. I told him that was good, that I’d planned to ask him to do more than we’d done for New Years. He kept his word and sent me off to la la land.
He’d tied me up pretty tight, but I could still move my hips. That didn’t help my cause at all. It was a fight to stay still. It was an even harder fight to relax my muscles. He kept telling me to be still, to relax. It was hard, but he was right. It hurt less when I was relaxed and his aim was better when I was still.
He stopped after he’d been at it for a while and running his hands over where he’d been hitting. I was so tender that his caress was almost as painful as the flogger. He stopped a few other times to check on me. He’d stop and ask me if I was okay. I tried to talk but I couldn’t.
You know you can nod your head, right?
I had no fuckin idea. *laughs* I really didn’t. I nodded. He kissed me.
Good girl.
I wanted him to keep going. Man, did I ever. I was close to my limit, but I wasn’t there yet. I wanted to hit it. I wanted to hit it and keep going, at least for a few minutes. He thought I’d had enough, though, and I knew better than to argue. He laid the floggers back out, untied me and grabbed my keys. I still couldn’t talk, so I pulled my feet away when he got close and he left them on.
He made me something to drink. I didn’t realize just how bad I needed it until I tried to swallow. My mouth and throat were so dry from all the panting I was doing. I couldn’t believe Formula 51 had gone off. That meant he was wailing on me for at least two hours! Physically, it felt like it’d been that long but boy oh boy…mentally it felt like it’d only been 15 minutes. I was actually hyper again. And pretty lucid, all things considered. And even bratty enough to argue with him explain to him that I had not ashed in his cup, but one of mine. *snickers*
A bit later, he stripped and laid down in the bed next to me and I put my head on his chest for a few minutes. Then his head was between my legs. I started slipping away again. Normally, I don’t like being on the receiving end of oral but apparently I was pretty into it. When I came to, I was steadily humping his hand. It took me a minute to fight off the fog and find my voice again.
There’s baby oil in the bathroom. I want your fist.
I couldn’t believe I actually said it. I would have been mortified if I were actually coherent. Then again, I probably wouldn’t have let that escape my mouth if I were coherent. Anyway, we tried. And failed. (He told me today that we’ll be working on that.) I was too tense and a bit raw, so we moved on to other things.
Fucking. Lots and lots of fucking. On my back, on my stomach, twisted and turned in all sorts of directions. Then I was on top. I wriggled this way and that, slipped him out and back in, teasing myself more than I was teasing him, I think. I remember his nails digging into me and I remember biting him.
And I remember, quite vividly, his hands on my neck. It wasn’t a surprise, really. It’s something that we’ve done before. Each time, he’s squeeze a little bit and let go, squeeze a little bit more, and let go. Two or three times, tops. This time…gods. He started out that way. The first time was relatively light, the second wasn’t so light. I don’t remember how many times he did it before he made me lie still with my head on his chest and take deep breaths.
It was a progressive cycle. He’d squeeze my neck and let go, getting harder each time. He’d make me lie down for a bit, told me to open my eyes and look at him a few times, too. Then he’d ask me if I was ready and I’d raise my chin, giving him access. Before all was said and done, his arms were extended to the point where my fingers barely brushed the bed. His hands were around my neck and they were the only things keeping me upright. He was squeezing to the point that I couldn’t breathe at all. All I could think about was how much I trusted him to let him take my breath, to take me to a point so close to nothingness. And how good it felt - physically and mentally.
I think he had me rest once more after making sure I was still with it and, somehow, ended up on top of me again. I swear, he was trying to fold me in half! I was so worn out. Once he’d finished having his way with me, I looked at the clock. Six in the freaking morning! Five hours total, half spent gettin beat and the other half spent fucking. Great fun.
Great, great, great, great, great, great fun.
Did I mention it was fun?
We hadn’t connected like that in such a long time. I’d forgotten what it felt like.
Today, I’m still exhausted. My cunt hurts, my ass hurts, and my neck is tender. I’m a happy lil cunt.
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Braggin and Rantin
By kiri | May 10, 2008
I decided to play catchup again before I get to the good stuff.
I’m the proud owner of a spankin new nephew. He was born Thursday a bit after five, which made it a really good thing that the assistant got my shift covered the day before after a false alarm.
I got up there and B had made quite a bit of progress, dilating from five centimeters to nine since late morning. Then she just got stuck there. At about 4:30, the doctor decided that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be and wouldn’t go any further, so she needed a c-section. Now I have to say, here, that it is damn scary to hear something like that - even when we know that baby and mom are okay.
They came through alright and, while he was in the nursery being cleaned up, I gave him his name. I gave both my nieces nicknames when they were first born and he wouldn’t be any different. I settled on Louis because he’s the only boy on our side of the family and I know that between us and his other grandparents, he will be spoiled rotten…treated like royalty.
He’s fucking adorable but, of course, I’m kinda biased. *grin*
Now for the work stuff…
Friday was bad. I was only there 30 minutes before Protege called me back into the office.
I was suspended from work, pending HR’s review of yet another write-up - compliments of my foul mood and big mouth. One of these days, I’ll remember just to keep it shut when I’m in a mood like I was in on Wednesday. Seems I didn’t do a good enough job washing the icky away that morning and the day started going downhill about two hours in.
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Super 8
By kiri | May 10, 2008
DT and I checked into the Super 8 last night.
Five hours of debauchery and goodness all around.
Details coming soon.
I need sleep first.
Squeeeeee
By kiri | May 8, 2008
The first boy born to our family seems to be on his way.
*bounces*
Something is amiss…
By kiri | May 7, 2008
I’m not quite sure what.
Things are relatively quiet around here. Work has been interesting enough. Protege (can’t use his initial, it’s taken) has been at our store quite a bit for the last few days so the scenery is nice enough. He’s almost as fun to watch working as Amo was (at work, anyway - he’s still loads of fun to watch!) when we were together. They’ve got us on a plan to clean up the store, which is something I’ve been itching (and trying as much as possible) to do. The number of compliments we’ve gotten about the place being so clean is on the rise. We got two yesterday. I smile and thank them and tell them we’re doing what we can. Working the morning shift has it’s perks and one is that it’s pretty slow, so I have time to do what I’d like between customers.
I only have one task that I know of today. Well, maybe that’s not right. I think I have another move-clean-move-clean-put-shit-back day ahead of me. I think they planned that for today, anyway. Fun stuff. *smirks* Actually, I can’t complain. I love doing that kind of thing, especially at this store ’cause it’s in such need.
DT’s taking us out for Chinese after class and we’re going to shop around for some stuff afterward. I’m hoping I’ll be able to get my hands on some cables. I have a Zune now. It’s either 30 gigs or 80, not sure which just yet (has no power, thus the need for cables) and I’m thinking I may sell it once I hook it up and make sure it’s working properly. Any takers? Shoot me an email or leave me a comment here and I’ll get back to you.
K will be going back down to J’s tomorrow and will be gone for about two weeks. B’s due date is coming up and I haven’t missed a birth yet. I’ll be damned if I’m going to start with the first boy in our family. *laughs*
That’ll also give me time to go see Amo again and, with any luck, get some (much, hopefully) more work done on my tattoo.
All in all, not bad.
But!
I woke up this morning feeling guilty as fuck and I have no idea why! It’s left me ill at ease and that’s not good. The best I can figure is that I didn’t sleep well last night so I probably had bad dreams, but it’s not like I’m overly stressed so that shouldn’t be happening. I dunno. I’m gonna go take a shower and hopefully a lot of the icky will wash off.
Almost Forgot…
By kiri | May 4, 2008
I followed the crowd and joined Fetlife.
I like it so far. *grin*
*grin*
By kiri | May 4, 2008
I think, after last night, I will go ahead and dissolve the business.
I’ve been thinking more and last night, somehow, I found a the exact sort of page I needed to see.
It has everything I need and then some.
I already have some of the things I’ll need and it’ll tie into a lot of what I have already and had planned.
And I think I know how to go about saving a good chunk of the money I’ll need to get going.
I’m gonna quit smoking. *snickers*
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Reminiscing
By kiri | May 3, 2008
A little something for my Thug, wherever he may be.
Compliments of Dave Chapelle.
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These…
By kiri | May 3, 2008
These are awesome! (Found through morningstar)
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