Keeping quiet.

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!

Can't catch a break.

I have the weakest immune system it seems. Always have, even when I was a kid. Some of my friends have said "you think it's because you're a vegetarian?". Simple answer is no, because my immune system has always been shit. But when I think about it more, it probably doesn't help. The first couple years after I went vegetarian, there was no change. I still got sick as much as I used to, nothing different. It's only been the last two or three years that I've dealt with issue after issue. I was vegan for one most of that time, but right around the time I moved back in with my parents last year I went back to being just a vegetarian. There wasn't a whole lot of room in their fridge for my special vegan food. Plus, being a cheese lover, I did buy a lot of vegan cheese. Which is very expensive. The whole reason I moved back in with my parents was to save some money. Can't do that when I'm spending $10 on a pound of "cheese". Anyway.....my point is, I've dealt with more in the last nine months health-wise than I have my whole life. What with catching every cold I come in contact with, or the kidney infection, or tooth infections...And most recently, I've dealt with a horrible cold PLUS a really terrible pain. Where was the the pain? Oh, you know, somewhere in my girly parts. Peter couldn't fuck me without me being in pain. Two doctor appointments later, we're still not sure exactly what it is. They think it's either an ovarian cyst, or polyps. They want me to get an ultrasound to be sure. But since those are really expensive, and I'm pretty much broke, that's going to be really tough to accomplish. Luckily, I'm not in any pain anymore. My doctor said if it is a cyst, the hormones in my birth control should take care of it. I still have to make my appointment for the ultrasound (because the office I went to didn't have the machine, so they're sending me somewhere else). But I can't make my appointment until I have the cash because it is one of those places where you have to pay for your procedure the same day. Luckily, it's one of those low-cost places, but it's still something I can't afford right now. Peter suggested we do as much saving for it as we can, and make the appointment when we can. If the pain comes back before we get the money, then I'm not sure what we'll do. We'll figure something out I guess.

We've had sex three times since my last doctors appointment. And I've had no pain, so that's a really good thing. The pain came about a week and a half before I had my period, so I suppose I'll watch for that again this month. But for now, I'm going to enjoy my pain-free sex.

Ok, not entirely pain-free. Peter wanted to fuck this morning, and I was down for that since we didn't get a chance to yesterday. It was great how he brought it up, too. I had just put the kettle on for my oatmeal, and let the dogs outside. He had already been up for a couple hours, but let me sleep in. He told me "ok, so here's what I was thinking. After you eat, we go fuck, finish the touch-ups in the second bedroom, then go to the store. I'd say we go fuck now, but you just started your breakfast." So we did just that (we've been painting the second bedroom in the house for the last few days, just to clear that part up). When we got to the bedroom, he started to pull off my clothes. Once he had me naked, he played with my pussy before pushing me over the edge of the bed. My cunt was starting to get pretty wet, and he worked on it more before pushing his cock in me. We haven't fucked like that in a while, so the feeling was incredible. After a few minutes, he pulled out and went to the foot of the bed. He had brought out our suitcase full of toys a few weeks ago, but didn't get a chance to use anything since I started having pains. He searched for a few moments, then came back with the flogger. My favorite. He knows this. I think this is why he chose it for our first fun thing in a long time. The first few whips were relatively soft, but that didn't last long. I thought he was going to go easy on me, figuring since it had been so long I might not be able to handle anything too rough. I was wrong; he didn't hold back. After squirming and screaming for a few minutes, he told me to turn around and suck his cock. While I sucked on him, he continued to flog me. He's never flogged me while I sucked his cock before, and I must say it was fantastic. He was enjoying it, too. I can only imagine how the vibrations from my muffled cries felt on his cock. I tried to take him completely in, but of course I choked on his size. He took the opportunity to flip me around, and push me back onto the bed. Forcing his cock back inside my now soaking wet cunt, he fucked and flogged me. Telling me how good of a little slut I am. After awhile, my back went numb. The feeling became more comforting than painful, and I knew he still wasn't holding back. When I looked behind me, I saw how he wound up before bringing the flogger down on me. I knew it should probably hurt, but it didn't. Not really, anyway. He fucked me harder, and flogged me faster. He stopped flogging me only to make me cum with his hands, reaching down to rub my clit. I came with a force, pushing him out. He pushed back in, and continued to fuck me. Harder and harder. I felt him begin to swell inside of me. But I didn't get to feel him explode. He pulled out, and came all over my back and my ass. He demanded my manners, and I said "thank you". He went to grab a warm rag to clean me up with.

With being on all the antibiotics I've been on recently, he's done a lot of pulling out just to be safe. Which is fun if you like being covered in cum. Lucky for me, I actually enjoy it. The only thing I don't enjoy is when it gets in my belly button. I hate that. But I take it, just the same, because that's what I do. I'm his little cum slut. And I take it with pride.

After we were done though, we sat on the bed and just talked. Well, I talked. I looked over at him and noticed him not only staring at me, but he had this amazing smile on his face. I asked him, "what?", and he just said how he enjoyed watching me think. You don't realize it all the time, but sometimes when you live with someone....things just become a day to day thing. I think after the flogging, it sort of woke something up. Peter does a wonderful job of letting me know he loves and adores me, and how sexy he finds me. But it's been a while since he's looked at me that way. It was just really nice. 



I just started listening to some of the Erotic World podcasts, and they're quite entertaining. Lacy reads some erotica on it, and on the blog she links to the person's page who wrote it. Which leads you to reading even more erotica. I've read a lot tonight, and I have to say. I can't wait for Peter to get home tonight. Though I have a bad feeling he is going to have to work late. I really hope not. My cunt is aching for him again. And after how well I took that flogging today, I am ready for more. I'm craving it more than ever. 

Intermission sex.

This past Sunday it was a lovely spring day, and there was a hockey game on. Peter and I sat down mid afternoon, after a nice morning at the museum, to watch the game. It wasn't going so well. When the first intermission came around, Peter pulled out his cock and told me to get to work. Right there on the couch, windows open. He told me to take my pants, panties, and bra off, but to leave my tank top on. He played with my tits as I knelt before him and sucked his cock. He got up and told me to lean over the couch so he could fuck me. The moment he slid inside of me, I lost my train of thought. Which means, I completely forgot about the windows being open (didn't remember until later when I felt a breeze on my ass). We have a very long couch, so we switched positions a lot to see where was a good place to fuck. One of my favorites was when he had me kneel on the couch and bend over the arm rest. When he was getting closer to cumming, he had me kneel on the floor. Sir told me to rub my pussy and suck his cock. I sucked and sucked until he was about to cum. He finished all over my face. His cum dripped down the frame of my glasses, down my cheeks. I licked my lips as his cum made its way to my lips. I was covered. He told me to cum for him before I could clean up. When I finally did, he wasn't done. Peter decided that he wanted to make me cum as well. I squirted all over the living room carpet. Once I finished, Peter grabbed me a towel to clean my face up. Once I had most of it wiped up, I went to the bathroom to get the towel damp and wash my face. By the time I was done, the game was already eight minutes or so into the second period. I suppose I could have been upset that I missed eight minutes, but.....I can't. I really enjoy the fun that Peter and I have together.

Tonight, we won't be able to have sex during the intermission since we're going to the game (and I'm not sure where we would be able to get away with having sex at in the arena). Our team is down in the series, and if they lose tonight, they are out of the playoffs. If they win, my god....I hope we have a little celebratory fuck when we get home.

That's all for now. Like I said, I wanted to try and update more, even if it's just a little here and there. Hopefully I'll have more soon. I keep waiting for things to calm down over here so we can actually sit down and work some sort of training out, but I swear once one thing starts to calm, something else gets crazy. We're just so....busy.