My plug is iridescent purple, what's yours?

Things have been very frustrating lately. The original treatment for the yeast infection I used didn't work all the way. I talked to a pharmacist, and she said that since I didn't stop taking my antibiotics until three days after the treatment that it would be wise for me to get a second treatment, and if that didn't help that I should see a doctor. So I made the plan to get a new treatment (a three day treatment box this time) on Wednesday when I went to Peter's after work. He had told me he had a surprise for me when I got there, so I was really excited. When I got there, we sat on his couch and he said we should go get me a plug. I asked if that was my surprise, but it wasn't. We went out, got my treatment, then stopped to get me a plug. He also picked up some new lubes to try, and I found a new clitoral stimulating vibrator (nothing fancy, just something simple to get the job done when I needed it). The plan was for us to come back, I was going to make dinner, then we were going to try out the plug (since anything vaginal was still not an option), and then I would get my surprise. Well, we were too excited and ended up trying out the plug first. I wanted to cleanse myself first, so I hopped in the tub and cleaned up before heading to the bedroom. Peter did his best to try and make me comfortable. Kissing my chest, down my stomach, my legs...nibbling here and there. Then he made it down to my ass and bit the cheeks a few times before using his tongue. I tried so hard to just relax and enjoy it, but I couldn't. He grabbed the lube and got me ready for his fingers. I had trouble even with that. I was so incredibly uncomfortable for some reason, and with me tensing up plus his nails....it felt like he was trying to tear me apart from the inside. He was very aware of how I was feeling, and kept asking if I wanted to stop. I didn't want him to, but I know if I did, he would have been completely fine with it. We decided to try with the plug. It was a long smoother than his fingers (no nails), but it hurt. And he went SLOW. Holding just the tip in for a few moments before sliding it back out, then in again...just a little further than before. At this point, I was on my knees with my head down onto a pillow. My ass up in the air in all it's glory. Peter was sitting behind me by the end of the bed, sliding the plug into me and stroking himself slowly. It was really turning him on, how much I was taking in, and he kept reassuring me and telling me how good I was doing. It was really starting to hurt right towards the end, but Peter kept encouraging me. Next thing I knew, it was in. He was so proud of me. He held the plug in place for a moment, then moved up to kiss my head, and allowed me to take his cock in my mouth. I only had the plug in for maybe five minutes before he took it out, re-lubed, and then gently pushed his way in. The plug hurt coming out, and him going in right after didn't feel much better. He told me to use my new toy, and I begged to cum (it had been nearly two weeks since I was allowed). But I couldn't do it. I was so distracted and so uncomfortable that it made me tense, and completely unable to relax and enjoy the moment. Everything was painful. He stopped. Went to go clean himself up, and brought me a rag to clean myself with. When I came back, he wanted to make sure I was alright, and just cuddled me under the covers for a while. I felt terrible, but I knew it just wasn't going to happen that night. I motioned to please him, and he said we could wait until I was ok again. We laid there for a few minutes, and I started to stroke him. Slow. Almost like a gentile, comforting rub like you would do to someone's shoulder or back when they were sad. That went on for a few minutes, and he was loving it. He eventually told me to suck his cock, so I moved down to do as I was told. He was clean at this point, don't worry, I made sure to ask him that before even touching. I approached this task with grace and elegance, which are not the type of things you would ever think to associate with sucking a mans cock, but that's the best way I can think to describe it. Saying it was sweet just doesn't seem to do it justice.When he came, at first it seemed normal, but the second burst hit the back of my throat with such a force that it gagged me, so I had to pull back. I really wasn't expecting that. I helped him clean up, and that was the end of that. I felt terrible that I was unable to continue with anal, but he understood.

Peter's job was making him work both Christmas Eve and Christmas day, so we had to try and work everything around that. I met him at his parents house at night on Christmas Eve after looking at lights with my family (a tradition of ours), then it was back to his house for sleep since he had to work early the next day. I went home to spend the morning with my family after he left, and then went back to his house after he got home from work to do our gift exchange and then go to his aunts for dinner. We both spoiled each other this year (I suppose that is common for your first Christmas together). No kinky items were exchanged, although I did get him a set of Cutco knives that I'm sure he could put to use on my skin at some point. After all was said and done, I was a bit more relaxed by the end of Christmas day. We decided to try again. This time, I requested for him to not use his mouth down there and instead just touch. He brought out the flogger and began to whip me with it. Not what I was expecting at all, but it seemed to really work. It was so familiar and comforting...plus I had been longing for something of the sort, so it just really chilled me out. Peter began to use his fingers, making sure I was well lubed up before he pushed his way in with his cock...no plug this time. I'm sure we could have used it and things would have been fine, but we were both just so excited. It hurt a little, but I was able to calm down and just take it. I can't remember if I've ever said this in here before or not, but I'm beginning to realize that I can enjoy anal much more when it is mean, and raunchy. It just seems like a dirty thing, and so it feels better when He says things to me that fit the situation, or holds my head down to the bed and pushes his way deep into my ass. Calling me His slut, and that sluts like me love to take it in the ass. I wouldn't say I love taking it in the ass, but in that moment...when he's telling me to take it like the slut I am...I can't help but get into it. I was able to cum that night. It felt like such a relief. I screamed so fucking loud, it felt really good. When we were done, we stayed in place for a moment. The second Peter pulled out, I was shocked with pain, and a great deal of it. It was as if he had fucked everything aside, and it was all trying to shift back into place at once, causing me to cry out in pain. Not a good kind of pain either. Peter imediately asked if I was alright, what happened, and what he could do. After a minute or two of not moving, I was completely fine. Everything seemed to be in order, so I got up and went to clean myself off. No blood, no nothing. I was right as rain. Well, my ass was a wee bit sore, but that is quite normal after getting rammed in the ass repeatedly, ha.

Tuesday while I was at work, I developed a horrible migraine headache that would not go away. I took the strongest pain medication I had on me left over from my dentist visit, and that didn't even touch it. Any sort of light felt like needles being shoved in my eyes, going deep into my brain. Peter asked if I wanted him to come get me since I couldn't even see straight and just felt horrible. Not even a full minute after he got here and I was telling him what he could grab, I ran to go throw up. It was terrible. He got a new trash bag plus an extra one for the road from one of my coworkers, then we headed out. I didn't even make it back to his house without throwing up again, plus a couple more times at his place. It was just terrible. He rubbed my back as I got sick, and made sure I had water by the bed and a cold rag for my head. He did all of this around 9pm when he had to be up for work by 1am. He is very good to me. I spent the next morning trying to get some work done on my laptop, and trying not to feel sick. After I got some work done, I laid down and took a nap. Didn't get up until right when Peter was about to get off work. So I jumped up and hopped in the shower. Had to turn the shower off twice and open up the window because I thought I was going to pass out. When Peter got home, I was on the bed, still naked from the shower, and just trying to catch my breath, head still spinning. It seemed all of my ailing was done with. I had checked with my finger the day before, and it appeared that my infection was gone. We were both horny as all getup (even though I was feeling like crap), so we decided to try to have sex. We also decided to try out the other new lube we had bought (one was water based, the second was silicon based....which is the one we decided to try). It went really well. When he slid in, it felt like he was re-stretching me to accommodate his size. It felt so good, and so right. I really missed having his cock deep inside my cunt. We both just kind of let ourselves go and enjoyed the feeling for a while, going slow to make sure it didn't worsen my headache or stomachache. Peter had made sure to apply the lube all over, including my clit, so it was ready to be rubbed. He massaged my clit over and over again until I came a few times. He pulled out at one point, and I think he was hoping I would squirt. I think due to my lack of hydration, it prevented me from being able to squirt. It felt good none the less, and he continued to fuck me after. When he came, we laid there for a few moments. Of course, once all my issues are done with why not start my period too? Things were a little messy, but not too bad, so clean up was quick.

Today, I am quite horny. I think having Peter inside my cunt for the first time in two and a half weeks really kicked that in high gear. I want it so bad again. Tomorrow is new years eve. He has to work, but then we're going to my friend's house for a little party. I am hoping to get a new dress for the party, but if not....something sexy from my trunk will be worn for sure. I do hope Peter and I have time to have a little fun first before we go to the party. I long for a good beating. I want it so fucking bad.....Not gonna lie, I kind of want to go to his house and be there when he gets home from work tonight (after midnight) and be waiting for him, but I know he has to be up for work at 7am, so that is a no-go.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas (or other holiday that you may have celebrated, or hell...even if you didn't celebrate and you just drank and masturbated all day). Best wishes for the new year!!!

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