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I've been super busy lately. It seems all I ever do these days is work, cook, and sleep. Oh, and run around. I can't recall the last time Peter and I had an entire weekend to ourselves, just to do nothing in particular. We've had something to do every weekend for I don't know how long. It'd be nice to get some time to spend just relaxing.
The constant working thing isn't too terrible. I've been getting some extra work here and there which is nice since our modest sized wedding is turning into a huge event. Luckily, we're doing everything way before we "need" to. We've had our hall since December, our DJ since January, and we got our cake and photographer booked back in April. We've been putting every extra cent we can into a special bank account just for the wedding, and then keep giving payments to everyone so our end balance is manageable. It's a lot of work, and we don't really have any money to spend on anything extra, but it will work out in the end. Especially now more than ever; my regular job is cutting my hours. Actually, they're doing it to all the part time people, so it's not just me. I'm going to lose about $200 a month, which pretty much only leaves me with just barely enough money to make my bills, and get gas. Nothing much left for the wedding fund. I'll probably have Mondays off now, so maybe I can get another part time job. I've been applying at other places for something full time, but nothing yet.
Peter and I do our best to regularly have sex. For a while, we were down to maybe once a week, part of it was due to my erratic period, but also his back (I'll get to that). I was dealing with bleeding and cramping for two weeks straight. My doctor switched my brand of birth control, and three months later.....I'm pretty sure it's finally back to normal.
We've played a bit here and there. Peter had been having severe back pain, and when he went to his doctor, they said he has degenerative disk disease. We've only had one long session in the last few months, but he had to stop when his back pain made it difficult for him to stand much longer. Most of our playing lately involves me getting spankings, him choking me, or I get slapped. Which a little of any of those can go a long way for me.
Yesterday, I came home from work early. It worked out because Peter was asked to take on some overtime this week (he was asked to come in at 2am, and leave at his normal 2pm time). So he was going to have to go to bed early. He was already pretty tired from work, but I wanted to make sure he would really get a good sleep in, so I was hoping for us to fuck before he went to bed. That got pushed a little sooner when we were watching TV, and he made me take off my shirt. I would have been fine, but he kept pinching my nipples, plus his erection was just staring at me. It was all very distracting. We moved to the bedroom, closed the windows, and got to it. Our neighbors were having a graduation party, and our bedroom is RIGHT next to their driveway, which was where they had all the table and chairs set up for their guests. Being quiet really isn't my strong point. Masturbating alone, sure. But when I'm not focusing on what I'm doing, I kind of just...let go. I had to use a pillow to silence my cries when he made me cum. Something switched in Peter after that moment. He held down one of my wrists with one hand, and squeezed my throat with the other. The tighter he squeezed both of his hands, the bigger his grin was, and the harder his cock felt. He ordered me to cum for him. With my free hand, I made that happen. Since it's been a minute, I didn't thank him right away and he smacked me a couple times, and pushed my head deep into the pillows until I said thank you. He held me down and fucked me harder until he came. I got smacked a few more times for not thanking him for his cum. All I could do when he pulled out was smile. Everything just felt so amazing. He's smacked me a few times in the last few months, but not this hard and it just drove me crazy. I loved every second of it.
Today, I have to work. I got up, showered, and when I went to go do my makeup, I noticed a mark on my face. The blood vessels have been broken, and it looks only a tiny bit bruised. Incredibly hot to me, but then I remembered work. It wouldn't be a big deal except I have to work a festival today. Hundreds of people. No one will probably notice, but my boss might, and he might say something. I did my very best to cover it up (two layers of liquid foundation, plus a dusting of this cover up powder). It's still slightly there, but maybe my boss won't notice.
I'm actually at work right now, but I don't have to go outside for a few more minutes. I came in early so I could work on a side project (off the clock, obviously). I should go pack up and head out though. I just wanted to give a small update.
Hope you all are doing well!
The constant working thing isn't too terrible. I've been getting some extra work here and there which is nice since our modest sized wedding is turning into a huge event. Luckily, we're doing everything way before we "need" to. We've had our hall since December, our DJ since January, and we got our cake and photographer booked back in April. We've been putting every extra cent we can into a special bank account just for the wedding, and then keep giving payments to everyone so our end balance is manageable. It's a lot of work, and we don't really have any money to spend on anything extra, but it will work out in the end. Especially now more than ever; my regular job is cutting my hours. Actually, they're doing it to all the part time people, so it's not just me. I'm going to lose about $200 a month, which pretty much only leaves me with just barely enough money to make my bills, and get gas. Nothing much left for the wedding fund. I'll probably have Mondays off now, so maybe I can get another part time job. I've been applying at other places for something full time, but nothing yet.
Peter and I do our best to regularly have sex. For a while, we were down to maybe once a week, part of it was due to my erratic period, but also his back (I'll get to that). I was dealing with bleeding and cramping for two weeks straight. My doctor switched my brand of birth control, and three months later.....I'm pretty sure it's finally back to normal.
We've played a bit here and there. Peter had been having severe back pain, and when he went to his doctor, they said he has degenerative disk disease. We've only had one long session in the last few months, but he had to stop when his back pain made it difficult for him to stand much longer. Most of our playing lately involves me getting spankings, him choking me, or I get slapped. Which a little of any of those can go a long way for me.
Yesterday, I came home from work early. It worked out because Peter was asked to take on some overtime this week (he was asked to come in at 2am, and leave at his normal 2pm time). So he was going to have to go to bed early. He was already pretty tired from work, but I wanted to make sure he would really get a good sleep in, so I was hoping for us to fuck before he went to bed. That got pushed a little sooner when we were watching TV, and he made me take off my shirt. I would have been fine, but he kept pinching my nipples, plus his erection was just staring at me. It was all very distracting. We moved to the bedroom, closed the windows, and got to it. Our neighbors were having a graduation party, and our bedroom is RIGHT next to their driveway, which was where they had all the table and chairs set up for their guests. Being quiet really isn't my strong point. Masturbating alone, sure. But when I'm not focusing on what I'm doing, I kind of just...let go. I had to use a pillow to silence my cries when he made me cum. Something switched in Peter after that moment. He held down one of my wrists with one hand, and squeezed my throat with the other. The tighter he squeezed both of his hands, the bigger his grin was, and the harder his cock felt. He ordered me to cum for him. With my free hand, I made that happen. Since it's been a minute, I didn't thank him right away and he smacked me a couple times, and pushed my head deep into the pillows until I said thank you. He held me down and fucked me harder until he came. I got smacked a few more times for not thanking him for his cum. All I could do when he pulled out was smile. Everything just felt so amazing. He's smacked me a few times in the last few months, but not this hard and it just drove me crazy. I loved every second of it.
Today, I have to work. I got up, showered, and when I went to go do my makeup, I noticed a mark on my face. The blood vessels have been broken, and it looks only a tiny bit bruised. Incredibly hot to me, but then I remembered work. It wouldn't be a big deal except I have to work a festival today. Hundreds of people. No one will probably notice, but my boss might, and he might say something. I did my very best to cover it up (two layers of liquid foundation, plus a dusting of this cover up powder). It's still slightly there, but maybe my boss won't notice.
I'm actually at work right now, but I don't have to go outside for a few more minutes. I came in early so I could work on a side project (off the clock, obviously). I should go pack up and head out though. I just wanted to give a small update.
Hope you all are doing well!
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