Sucking Dick Sick

*TW* Vomit

Tummy bugs are the worst! Am I right? Lol. 

So Master Daddy did not come with foxy and friends to the sex shop to purchase my new cock, lol, because he wasn’t feeling well. That night, he was up until 4am hugging the toilet. Poor guy.

So the next day, my tummy started to be a bitch and by my lunch at work, I’m giving my all to the toilet as well… I work from home, so I hopped in the shower, which always makes me feel better when I’m sick, and then I logged back in. On my next break, I laid down in bed with Master Daddy who got off work early cuz he was still feeling like shit. I just had to wriggle against him, so of course, we fucked. I couldn’t help it… even with both of us feeling sick, lol. I am such a slut for him.

I left work early, with a trash can next to my desk and feeling completely empty and got some rest. I notified my friends that I had plans with so we could make adjustments. I dislike canceling plans, but I hate spreading illness even more. We caught up on some TV and then one of my wonderful friends brought me a care package of stuff for settling an upset tummy! He is just so fucking thoughtful.

After consuming a banana, some saltines, and a bottle of ginger ale, I heard the shower running. Master Daddy knows that turning on a shower is the best way to catch a fox, so I hopped into the shower again. He washed me and played in the water with me, changing the temperatures and moving me around in it by my throat. Turns me on when he dominates me in such subtle ways. My mouth craved his cock, so I turned off the water and squatted down.

I looked up at him and slid my lips around his stiff shaft and started sucking on him. Licking and sucking and then his hand found the back of my head and pushed my throat further on his dick and erp… I looked up at him feeling that gag come in, eyes pleading for him to remember I’m sick and I just ate some food. He turned on the water and held my face in place, looking directly into my eyes, intense as all fuck. He says good girl and the battle begins. 

Deep throating while nauseous is a whole nother level. I was able to avoid vomiting twice by breath management and him allowing me to pull off for a second here and there. But the last time, it all came rushing out and I had to hold my mouth shut with my hand…he tried to turn me to the shower drain, but I hopped out of the shower and released a mass of banana crackers into the toilet… I didn’t want to have to clean any chunks out of the grate, lol… the great thing about eating bananas is that it doesn’t burn or hurt coming back up… 

I then hopped back into the shower and he grabbed my head and pushed it towards the water. “Open up, hoor. Gotta rinse out your dirty slut mouth,” he says. I opened my mouth and the water from the shower head prickled and tingled my tongue. Another good girl slipped out as he rubbed his cock against my ass and then turned the shower off.

Racing

 My mind is racing, racing, racing with possibilities. Sleep does not want to come. I wonder what it will be like when I   fill you up with my cock. Eat your pussy and bring you to orgasm, licking your juices and then sliding my cock inside, slipping into you… delicious. 

I wonder what faces you’ll make… what sounds… how your body will feel under mine… how your breasts will feel under my hands.. my nails… there it goes again, racing… I’m literally getting lost in the fantasy of it while trying to write it out so I can go to bed, lol… 

Seeing you suspended was breathtaking… such beautiful skin and such lovely coloring. Thinking what it would be like to flog you while you hung upside down… what the marks would look like on your pinkish thighs… mmmmmm… run my nails along your body… watching goosebumps ripple along your skin…

And the teasing, oh the teasing… so subtle and sweet, yet frisky and adventurous. Games of chicken and balldos… 😂🤣😂… Your energy leaves me craving more the longer we know each other… leaves me wet and my mind racing… what will you come up with next… racing, racing…

Fresh Air

I pulled my Angel card for the day and Fresh Air made me giggle. I ran out of the room and showed Daddy and he humored me with a smile. He thinks I am adorable when I’m excited… and I was.

Running around in tiny Jean shorts and a sexy tank, ready to pull weeds, it made sense that my angels would say that my day would be filled with fresh air. A text popped into my phone informing me that I would need gloves and bug spray… oof… I suddenly felt a pang of panic. I like to be prepared in advance, so I had asked earlier if gloves would be needed, and was told they weren’t, so I hadn’t located or purchased any… and bug spray… my skin is so sensitive I don’t usually use spray, so I decided to change into jeans to avoid getting eaten alive, lol. I walked outside and found a glove on the table… my other glove was in the yard, covered in mud or dog shit… darn kids… okay, one glove is better than none.

I filled the fridge with snacks and teas for Daddy and gave him a kiss before sending her the on my way message. When I arrived at her house, I went straight to the backyard to survey the work to be done. I am a big believer in working for what you want… and I want her… she’s beautiful, she’s confident, and she can hold a conversation… she’s intelligent and fights for her kids… like fuck! It’s no wonder she fills my mind. And her hands on my skin and her lips on my lips and my lips on her neck… mmmmm

Off on a tangent there, lol… so as I stood looking at the yard, I pulled on my glove and she walked out the door. Fucking beautiful all in black. Arms wrapped around each other, quick snuggles, before I asked for a trash bag. She brought me one and offered some gloves she had found as her brother had taken the ones she had on hand normally. They didn’t seem like a good fit for the chore, so I kept my glove on my dominant hand and went to work. It felt amazing to get in the manual labor. Sometimes, my body craves work. Especially when my depression is trying to set in. Sun beating on my arms, sweat dripping down my face, she brought me ice water, weed, and conversation. She offered music, but the sound of her voice and the singing of the birds did not require anything extra. 

We sat and chatted about life after a bag was done. Discussed being under consideration and different concerns that exist. Open communication is everything to me and I was glad that she mentioned she had concerns so we could get them in the open. Talking and smiling, she praised the work and I was glad I could help. It felt so good to get so much done. Next time, I’m bringing some tools. I am a firm believer in hard work, determination, and that you get out of life what you put into it. 

Signs & Vibes

I am into signs, 

The signs today were crazy, 

222,

A hummingbird before, 

Bubbly cheerful energy,

Swapping stories, feeling vibes,

Eating, drinking, 

Sharing is caring,

Bridges in sync,

It must be ruff,

Chilling, smiling, 

Vibrations,

Dandelions and the green light,

Safe at home,

Electrified by Vitamin You.

Row V Wade… overturned?

 Abortion… I guess I’ll wait and see what my highly republican state will do with the law… and how would it impact me… a married poly woman…

I am thinking that I may need to move. I’m pro choice, and personally would get an abortion if I got knocked up right now. I can’t do the whole losing my child thing again… I just can’t…I have an IUD, which is 99.9% effective, but still have not been able to talk my husband into a vasectomy… what if the laws change and I can’t? Then I have to carry a child to term that could have the same genetic disorder that took my 7 year old from me 9/14/15… the writings around that time show me why my decision is the best for me and my mental health and my life…

And for what? To give my husband pleasure? I mean, sex is cool, but my vibrator is better… If the law changes and I’m unable to get an abortion in the event that I get pregnant, I will probably only have sex if he has a vasectomy… should probably figure out how to like anal again🤷🏽‍♀️🙄

Nom nom nom and other thoughts

My newest cum dispenser is working out nicely… still looking for the slave I want… yes, decidedly a slave… and a submissive one at that… not a bratty one… 

He texts me a good morning every day, which is one of my favorite things. I have learned that I have to feel important to the people I engage with and the fact that I am one of the first thoughts in your day is pretty fucking important… at least in my opinion. I message those most important to me in the morning, most of the time… I’m not always on point about it… like when I get straight to work cuz I was fucking a PapaBear before my shift and didn’t have time to send out messaging until that first break in my work schedule… yes, I am a responsible adult 95% of the time… 

Right now, I only get to see him once a week… but it’s kinda what our schedules will allow… man, scheduling is the biggest bitch… I am learning that scheduling is not my favorite because there are too many wonderful things to fill my time with… and how do I choose?!?! Thankfully, the people who have my days show up for their time… it hasn’t always been that way, but I’m learning about setting boundaries and minimizing the flakes so I can find the ones as committed as me to whatever the fuck it is we are doing…

Everything Eventually Ends

Is that over generalization? That title? I don’t know… my therapy is teaching me that I tend to over generalize and catastrophize life… but I mean, everything does end… 

I am learning to release and to be. I think I am done dating others for a while… I feel like my heart has been run through a shredder and I need a break for a bit. I want the peace that comes with the trust and security in my relationship with PapaBear… my Daddy, my Master, my Owner…