I feel like getting back to some real-life smut. I ruminate enough in my own head, sometimes I just don't feel right to subject you to everything that actually goes on in there. It's a dark, dingy, poorly lit place, especially lately. I'm all bunnies and flowers on the outside but inside, well, inside is another story.

The lovely picture to the left is what my back looked like yesterday afternoon. I had just gotten done putting in a good hour and half at the gym and was eating a late lunch when I decided that I really needed a spanking. I continued to get squirmier and squirmier until I picked up the phone and called Bear, desperate for some pain and human contact. While I have the sex drive of a 14 year old boy, my tolerance for putting up with my inability to get laid as much as I'd like to (at least a couple times daily) is usually pretty large. I think Bear was as shocked as I was when I called for that reason.

I showed up 10 minutes later. After the initial niceties, my gym pants found their way around my ankles as I leaned up against the bed. In 5 minutes, my ass was red and welted as I gyrated my hips like a cat in heat. Like a trooper, he kept on spanking... we tried to keep count in the beginning but I'm sure the swat count was over 200 at least. Every connection filled me with peace and backed off the monster that was raging inside me. My inner beast doesn't understand much, but she bows to pain and dominance. Usually.

I'm sure you can guess what happened after that. Breasts were tortured, my back was ripped to shreds and my ass certainly didn't get a respite, but I'm satiated for the time being. It's specific energy - it takes awhile for that well to get filled up but when it does, it fills to bursting. My well has been drained, and I look forward to what happens next time it fills up. My ass, however, might not be quite so excited.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Thursday, May 18, 2006.