My writing mind seems broken lately... nothing I want to write seems as enticing as it once did as I try to put it to paper. For example, my handsome Daddy PapaBear fucked my ass 4 time in the last 3 days... I finally worked up to an ass fucking at night before bed and another to wake up to after a lil ATM action... this time, he grabbed my hair and dragged down to suck on his cock while I was sleeping (I woke up real quick, lol) before he flipped me onto my tummy and fucked my fat ass into the bed. It was sore and tender from being used the night before... and during that fucking it was still tender from the fucking the night before that... being on my period equals unlimited ass access... and with no other chick to throw at him, I’m being reminded of the fuck toy lil whore that I am, which I love ☺️
I am finding that I enjoy the struggle and him pinning me down during anal. I would trust him with my life. At this point in our relationship, I feel steady, safe, and secure. I feel valued and that what I want matters again... I feel appreciated and needed and kept... I love these feelings... they make me want to push past the silly discomforts to meet his needs.
And it’s happening again... I am running out of words and interest in the writing... I’m much more interested in the living... meh... maybe it’ll come back... maybe it won’t... maybe I lost the knack with the last personality shuffle... merp!