This may shock some of you, but I'm a brat. I'd go one step further. I'm a Brat. With a capital B. I was an only child for 6 years and was generally spoiled rotten as a young girl. That has definitely spilled into my adulthood. I like things my way. Everything in the spot I want it. I want things to go off exactly as planned. I hate not getting what I want. I'm really, in general, very hard to manage and deal with.

So, naturally, living with Bear and being denied the routine pleasures of his cock due to his back problems makes me a bit pouty. No, fuck that. I'm not a "bit pouty." I'm a lot pouty. I hate it. Hate it hate it hate it. I'd like to tie him up, give him painkillers and Viagra and fuck him stupid. I'm going to say I'm only joking here, merely because I don't want him to get suspicious when I make a trip to Lowes.

Last night, I was asleep. He came in later, as he usually does, and I woke up with his fingers inside me. I remember asking him to quit because I was tired, but I must have been mostly asleep because that would have never crossed my awake and rational brain ever.

This morning, I asked him if he would have fucked me if I woke up. He said probably. I'm an idiot.

Note to self: It is always better to get fewer hours of sleep if there is an orgasm involved. Granted, I had one by myself a few hours earlier, but it's not the same. Damn my heavy sleeping and ineptitude at waking up.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Tuesday, March 06, 2007.