Life, Love, Sex

Brought to Tears

Adam: Do you want to cum?
Avah: Yes sir.
Adam: Why don’t you? Why not just disobey me an cum if you want it? Why do you hold back?

He asked me this Tuesday morning as we chatted online together.

Monday afternoon he had told me I wasn’t to cum until our date Tuesday night. Now, normally this isn’t too big of a deal- I can go a day or two without cumming; easily. Especially these last few months where my libido has been significantly less than usual. Except in basically the past week, it kind of kicked into overdrive. Thus making it harder for me.

And Adam didn’t just tell me not to cum and just leave it alone. No, of course not! He had to tease me and work me up into a horny frenzy. Monday he tortured me with words of how he was going to hold me down by my throat and fuck me; beat me; have me call him sir all night; use me as nothing but a fuck toy- rape me. Needless to say, I was sopping wet and humping my chair by the end of the night. And I still had almost a whole day to wait.

Tuesday morning it got worse- he had me stuff dildos in my pussy and ass and that almost pushed me over the edge. I almost didn’t think I could do it. I was so worked up and so close to cumming, all I would have needed were 30 seconds with my Hitachi. But before I could even give it a second thought Adam had me remove the dildos, once again denying me permission to cum.

So why did I obey?

In earlier years, I would have balked at someone trying to control me (even if it was something I wanted deep down). I either would have never agreed to such conditions or I would have just done as I wished and lied about it. But I’ve grown in the years I’ve been exploring BDSM and my submission.

I’ve learned now that it’s just plain more fun to do as I’m told. It’s entirely more satisfying to be obedient and submissive. Though it’s still so new for me actually. Adam and I agreed that our second date would be much more about my mental submission. I was to call him sir (I like using honorifics, though I draw the line calling someone master if they’re not my master); I was to arrive in lingerie he approved of, a dress, and heels; and my eyes were to be kept downcast that night.

Luckily for me though, I didn’t have to wait until later that night to get off. I had nothing else planned for the rest of the day, so Adam had me come over earlier.

And let me just say ahead of time, never underestimate the hotness of being fucked while still wearing lingerie and heels.

When I got to Adam’s, I immediately stripped out of my dress and kneeled at his feet, offering myself to him, as I was instructed. He pulled out his cock and I started sucking on it briefly before he grabbed me by the hair and pushed me onto the bed face down. My underwear was pulled off and my ass slapped hard a few times before Adam turned me on my back and plunged his fingers into my cunt. I groaned as he hit my g-spot and quickly got me off.

The next few hours went by in a blur. All I remember is a frenzy of sensations- Adam’s hands almost always in my hair or wrapped around my throat. His fingers would pull at the lacey fabric covering my tits and his mouth sought my flesh biting down hard again and again as I screamed and whimpered. I remember him fucking me from behind, my face pushed into the mattress as he held my wrists behind me.

Again- fucking while still wearing some underwear and heels= so.fucking.hot.

It seemed like either his cock or fingers were constantly in my cunt and his teeth biting some piece of exposed flesh.

His words circled my head as he either made me cum or cry out in pain- dirty whore, slut, fuck toy, his to use, hurt and fuck. I was very quickly put into gooey subspace.

At one point he told me to look at him and he spit in my face as he grabbed the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. I whimpered and obeyed as he barked at me to keep my legs open.

Then there were the quiet moments with my mouth wrapped around Adam’s cock as he worked at his lap top with the news of the Pope’s landing in the background and being put to some service making the beds and putting dishes in the dishwasher.

Eventually his fiancée, Emma, returned home from work. She was barely in the door before Adam told us to start making out. I think I’ve yet to kiss a girl that wasn’t a good kisser. He then instructed her to finger me as I sucked on his cock. He pinched my nipples hard and I moaned around him. After a little bit he pulled out and started to finger fuck Emma and ordering her to cum. He switched us around a bit and positioned me to be fucked as I ate Emma out. His hands dug into my flesh as he came. I was turned over as the condom was emptied on my face.

“Lick the condom,” he ordered me

I whimpered.

“Stick your tongue out and lick it like the dirty whore you are.”

I obeyed and licked the remaining drops of his cum.

When he was satisfied he told me to go wash up as I was wiping cum from my eyes.

We spent the next while ordering dinner and watching the Mets game. Emma tied me up in a chest harness type fashion and I sat on the floor at Adam’s feet to eat.

“Who are the starting pitchers?”
“Santana, Pelfrey, Perez, Vargas, and Maine,” I responded without a skip. “Wow!” I exclaimed, amazed how I just did that.
“Good girl, I’m training you to think like a submissive. Who’s the best pitcher?”

Crap, I didn’t look at the stats.

“Santana?” I guessed.
“Good girl. Who’s the worst?”
“Um, Pelfrey?”

I really had no idea.

“Who are the 2 new ones?”
“Uh…Perez and Pelfrey? No, wait, Vargas and Perez?”

He sighed and ignored me.

Part way through the game he quizzed me, “Who was Milledge traded for?”
“Shoot, um, Schneider and um…?”
“Think religious,” he said, wrapping his hand in my hair.
“Jesus?”
“Church. Pay better attention slut.”
“Yes sir.’

After dinner I cleared the dishes and wiped down the table then Adam told Emma to attach me to the cross in their bedroom. Emma wrapped a chain around my waist keeping me up against the cross and another chain attached to my rope harness for good measure. Adam came in shortly after and everything after just becomes a blur- I remember a lot of pain. Lol.

Adam had Emma attach clothes pins to my labia and oh God ouch. He told her to try to attach one to my clit or jewelry even. I whimpered in protest, but was ignored. She eventually found my clit though making me holler and dance.

“Ahh! Yellowredgahhhh!!” I screamed in the 2 seconds it was attached before being quickly removed.
“Do you need to be untied?” Adam asked me since I did slip a “red” in there. I’m still amazed my brain was even able to process safewords.

I shook my head no.

After that I danced uncomfortably as I lived with the pinching sensation between my legs as Adam wailed on me and Emma with fists, floggers, and other beating implements.

I continued to complain about the clothes pins and he told me he’d take them off if I asked him to do it with a whip.

I resisted at first.

He teased that they would go watch the Mets game then. I whimpered, just wanting the clothes pins off. I finally gave in and asked for him to take the clothes pins off with the whip.

But fuck I was scared. I was turned around and my hands were chained up because I kept trying to cover my breasts as he flicked the dragon’s tail at them. I screamed as he caught a good hard lick on my chest. He moved on, more interested in my pussy anyways. He landed his first blow higher up, on my mound and I screamed, trying to buckle over, but not being able to go far because of the bondage.

“Sweet Jesus!”

“What’s that slut?” he asked as he came over to comfort me. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I tried to recover. “Are you seeing Jesus? Should we baptize you? Are you wanting to accept Jesus the Savior into your heart?” he teased me.

I shook my head no. What I wanted was for him to not flick that whip near my girly parts again.

“Spread your fucking legs,” he told me as he walked back away.

I stalled at first, shaking.

“Spread them you fucking slut!”

I reluctantly obeyed and tensed up as I waited for the next strike.

He aimed right for my pussy and the tail struck hard, knocking a few pins off. I screamed and started to cry from the intensity of the pain. I shook my head violently crying that I couldn’t when he wanted to do it again.

“Aww look, we made her cry,” he chided me as he came over. His one hand went to my hair as his other pulled the rest of the clothes pins off. My lower lip trembled as I kept a sob locked in the back of my throat. “But she’s holding it back,” he noticed. He slapped my face hard a few times and I started to let the tears go a little, but ultimately keeping it bottled up. I was too embarrassed to weep there tied to the cross as they both watched me.

Our play wound down as he undid me from the cross and had Emma and I get on the bed as he fucked us both to end the night. The rest of the evening was spent cuddled up watching TV quietly before I headed back home.

Not in the Cards

First off, in response to how I’m titling this- what a fucking asshole.

I’m debating whether or not to tell the whole story behind that- I don’t want to be dramatic. But let’s just say there are some real insensitive fucks out there.

Before I go off on a rant about how awful the past 4 days have been, I’m going to start with the positives.

I got to go down to DC Thursday night and spend the night with Desire.

My (relatively) new friend Tilda helped me out in a jam and let me stay in her room when I lost mine (though I felt bad she didn’t get the space I knew she wanted). And Match helped calm me down and see my options.

Jocasta tied me up and Zelda flogged me.

Desire and I had an awesome candy scene in the dungeon.

Match had a kick ass orgy in his room.

And I went to some cool classes.

So even though I’m going to trash the weekend and label it essentially a failure, I’m not discounting the good stuff at all.

First rant: apparently pink eye is the new plague.

I realize it’s generally considered pretty contagious- and it’s kind of ewy and gooey, but Christ- it’s just pink eye. You take some eye drops and it’s gone in 3 or 4 days. And gee, if you don’t touch your eye and make sure you wash your hands constantly it’s fairly unlikely you’ll spread it to other people.

Ok, so the story goes I was supposed to room with this woman I didn’t know, but somehow (and I know how) she heard (as did half the fucking attendees) I woke up with pink eye and had someone (she couldn’t have this discussion with me for some reason) call me and tell me she didn’t want to room with me anymore because I had pink eye.

I wasn’t aware we’d be sharing eye liner (we certainly weren’t going to be sharing spit). I thought we’d just be sharing a room (where’d I’d have my own bed).

(And mind you I actually only ended up forcing myself to DC because I thought I had a commitment to my roommate to share the room. Silly me being considerate.)

Of course I heard this at 2pm on Friday afternoon just as I was parking my car and heading over to register. So I freaked. They were offering me the room (she would go somewhere else) but I didn’t know how I’d be able to find someone to split the cost of the room with me on such short notice and I didn’t think I could really afford it on my own.

So I went to registration and just after I walked in, Match followed, and thank God. I ran over to hug him and as he was asking how I was I burst into tears about my room (mind you I had already spent Thursday morning crying over the nasty exchange I’d had, which I will get to a some point). He helped calm me down a bit and then after we checked in, we went to his room and he helped me see my options and make a decision.

I realized that I could afford 2 nights at the hotel on my own, it was only an extra $60 or so. Once I came to that conclusion I called the people back to let them know I would take the room on my own. It went to voice mail though. But no biggie. I just told them to call me when they arrived so we could put the room on my credit card.

So while I was waiting for them, I went to Rita Seagrave’s Domination for Non-alphas. Let me just plug that for a moment- very fun class. And if you’re not familiar with Rita, let me just gush about how freaking hot she is. I already have a thing for red headed girls. But the whole class I couldn’t stop staring at her ass, lol. And when she’d sit on the table her skirt would ride up a little bit and the tops of her stocking would show. *Groan* Plus I just really like her presence. She’d come near by to hear someone’s question and it was just a nice vibe having her in the vicinity. So yeah.

Ok then, back to the rant. At the tail end of class, the people called me, but I let it go to voice mail since there were only 5 more minutes left.

When I heard the message in a few minutes I learned that they had given my room away because they thought I hadn’t gotten back to them. I dropped the phone and started crying again. Because here I was in DC without a room.

Jocasta took over for me and found Tilda and asked if I could room with her since she was by herself and thankfully she said yes.

Meanwhile I listened to the end of the message.

What a fucking fuck tard. I don’t even know who the person was, but what a serious asshole. Apparently having a place to stay just “wasn’t in the cards” and that being contagious wasn’t fair to everyone else.

All this just after telling me I no longer had a place to stay.

Man they were fucking lucky I’m actually a very non-confrontational person. As much as I bitch and moan here, the meanest thing I’ll do to someone in person is just give them the evil eye. And you best believe I gave that woman the evil eye every time I saw her.

After that whole ordeal I headed straight to the bar and sucked down 2 gin and tonics. I don’t usually turning to substances to relieve problems, but it was really the only way to save the night. Alcohol makes me happy. I mean that it makes me giggly and silly, so yeah, it helped. It was also fun sitting with Lynsey and Tilda and make up a funny story about this sullen looking family sitting in the lobby.

We surmised the daughter found the father’s porn (gay porn actually) and the mother just found out.

Thankfully the rest of Friday went well. A good time was had by all in the dungeon and it was a fairly early night, heading to bed at 1.

Saturday was good during the day.  Went to some classes which I think I’ll talk about briefly.  I enjoyed another one of Sarah Sloane’s classes.  I went to a class on humiliation at summer camp and this time I went to her Driven to Tears: Playing on the Edge class.  It was a lot to do with like cathartic play or ordeal path.  Damn if I didn’t start jonesing for a cathartic play scene.  Still am.  And I will probably ask for one soon, but I think first I need to do some processing on my own.

After that I went to Barbara Carellas’s Erotic Breathwork class which I had really been looking forward to because I had wanted to go when she did it a CV in the fall, but I ended up being late and couldn’t go because of certain things going wrong.  Unfortunately it wasn’t a good weekend for me- I was just too blocked.  So it didn’t have an effect on me, but I’ll file away what I learned and hopefully can put it to use in the future.

After we had a nice lunch with Me, Jocasta, Desire, and Prince (a super great guy I met at camp) and a fun sitz bath social too back at my room (long story I’ll tell if I’m told it’s ok).   I also got to buzz Desire’s hair into a mohawk- which looks super cute and she decided it’s subtle enough she can probably get away with it at work so she’ll keep it!

I missed the petting zoo because I went to the last class of the day, Dossie Easton’s Bottomless Pits: Topping serious pain sluts.  What a great class.  I’d never heard Dossie speak before, but wow, what a great presenter.  I’m definitely going to make a point to attend more of her classes in the future.  Poor Jocasta was exhausted and fell asleep a bit (even snoring a little, lol).

I started jonesing again this time for a heavy intense scene.  I consider myself somewhat of a bottomless pit (though some days there is a bottom), but I’ve never really had the opportunity to really test my endurance.  Dossie mentioned a relay scene (meaning there were a few tops there) that lasted for over 7 hours!  7 hours of being beat up.  That’s for sure the forever place she mentions.  Someday I’ll have to plan a huge block of time where I can try going there (maybe not 7 hours, but a couple hours at least).

Then demoed on Barbara caning her and spanking her.  Turns out I’m not the only one who laughs when they’re getting hit!  It was a really fun scene to watch though.  But man if I didn’t want a serious beating myself.

I was exhausted at that point and retreated to my room to try and nap so I could function better that evening.  I sort of slept- for a few minutes.   But I ended up getting hysterical again.  Exhaustion pushes me over the edge very easily.

Here I’m going to get very raw and very honest- the one thing people constantly praise my blog for.

I was in an intense amount of emotional agony.  The distress from Thursday and Friday just bubbled up and I couldn’t push it aside.  I started crying and as I started to cry harder I told myself that it was ok to cry and that I should just let it out and then I would feel better.  Except I wasn’t really feeing better.  I just kept crying.  And I was getting more and more anxious.  I couldn’t sit still and started to walk around the room, needing to do something with myself.

I wanted to cut.  I wanted to see my blood- I knew that would help calm and sedate me.  But I didn’t have any razors and I’m very particular about how I cut.  Plus, I mean, I didn’t really want to resort to that in the middle of Winter Fire.

So I grabbed for the next best thing- my left over Percocets.  I broke it in half (after a classmate mentioned this) so it would hit me faster.  And I swallowed my tears and let myself be numb.

Being numb isn’t good, but sometimes you need to do it for a little bit to just function.

At this point most people were at the banquet and a bunch of the sex bloggers that didn’t go to the banquet went out for Chinese, but I knew Match wasn’t at either so I texted him to see what he was up to.  He was about to grab a bite with 2 of his female friends and invited me.  Finally calmed down, I dressed and went to be social.

I’d go nuts if I stayed in that room any longer.

We just grabbed a bite at the hotel restaurant, but it was fun.  I like the 2 girls so it’s good.  The one also brought a cute little submissive boy who was actually kinda cool.  One of the coolest 19 year old boys I’ve been around in a long time.

Desire met me in Match’s room after she got out of the banquet and we grabbed our candy to do our scene.

We found a nice open space in the dungeon and I laid down one of those mess pads so we didn’t get candy all in the rug.  We went all out for this.  We’d thought of everything.  We had a candy necklace to bind Desire’s hands.  A big pacifier as a sort of gag.  Big round lollipops to spank with.  A long slender swizzle lollipop to fuck with.  A huge jawbreaker to kinda punch with.  We had a lot of fun and even got pictures taken by Hypnox, the event photographer.  It was definitely awesome pouring pixi stix powder on her and licking it off.

I wasn’t the only one who thought that too.  Prince was near by watching with a new friend of his, Christian- a totally hot FTM guy, and I had invited them to eat some sugar off her, but they did it gangster style sucking it up through a rolled up bill.

And then Christian asked if Desire would mind if he did a line off her back.  She didn’t so after showering off, we met him and Prince back at Christian’s room.  We crowded into the bathroom because roommates were around.  Desire took her shirt off and leaned over as Christian started to pour a line.  He asked me if I wanted.

And I debated whether or not to tell this story, but I am, so here it goes.

Yeah, I did want.  I’d never done it before, but I wanted to try it.  So he cut me a little line and showed me what to do and I did my thing and was kinda surprised that it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.  I did one more line a little bit later before we all went up to Match’s orgy and I was happy that I was now more awake.

My thoughts on the drug?  It was good.  It wasn’t so amazing that I feel a need to rush out and start doing it on my own, but I’ll probably do it the next time it’s around (which probably won’t be for another 2 years because that was the last time I was around it).

Match’s orgy was of course awesome.  There were so many people and there was so much fucking and action.  Match and I fooled around a bit when I first got there which was nice.  And I got to kiss a bit with this girl Flouer that was staying with him.  Squee.

The hottest thing though was watching Prince and Christian go at it.  It was so mother fucking hot.  They were all over each other and then Christian got his strap-on and was fucking Prince and it so awesome.  Prince was spewing out Spanish and shit.

I started really fading at 4am though (so early, I know!) and had to get to bed.  Though I lost my key and had to get let back into my room (as I was traipsing through the lobby in my lingerie- whoops).

Sunday morning I was ready to go home.  I just woke up and was ready to go.  But I had 1 more class that I had to attend.  The Jealousy in Poly Relationships class.  But it wasn’t until the last one of the day unfortunately.

First I went to a Kinky Barbershop class which was really fun.  (Anyone willing to let me learn how to use a straight razor on them??  Lol.)

And then it was finally time for the class.  In hindsight, I don’t know why I didn’t bring tissues with me.

I think I’ll write about what happened in the class in a separate post because that’s just a whole ‘nother issue.  But I will say it was really great to be able to share my story with other poly people who can understand what’s happening and not judge my relationship choices.

After the class I packed my stuff up and headed home.

Now I’m exhausted because even though I purposefully skipped my 8:30 class I was still woken up by my roommate at 8am (who by the way is still laying in bed with her boyfriend).  This roommate situation is really getting to me.

So there was my weekend.

It wasn’t the magical time I had at camp- not by a long shot.

But thank God for my friends.  I don’t know what I would have done without you guys.  I love you!

Under the Surface

I had one thing on my mind for Friday night’s orgy: I wanted a caning. I was so in the mood for pain. And I knew Boymeat was going to be there, so it was pretty much a sure thing.

The party was at Tyler’s in Brooklyn, and even though I left late, I was still the first to arrive. His sweet as pie girlfriend, Evangeline, let me in and we had some yummy hot chocolate as we talked. Wendy came next, and shortly after her, everyone else arrived en masse having all just come from the Modified Eros show.

I got so excited as all my favorite people started pouring in the room, including friends from camp! Ace was there as was Sammy and his girlfriend Laura, and Desire too! And then of course all my orgy friends!

I mingled for awhile talking to different people, not in any rush, and just enjoying spending time with my friends. I did my best as well to avoid Ace’s tickling advances, except that bitch Wendy fucking started it and pinned me down while the two of them tickled me as I shrieked and howled. Man, I hate being tickled!

Jocasta and Desire were having fun together with rope, and that was great to watch. Jocasta was doing herself up in a breast harness when Desire expressed interest in getting tied up. Miss Jo did a very nice job doing her up in a fancy body thing, and you better bet Desire looked great in it. Then next she showed Wendy how to do a rope harness for a strap-on. It’s always a fun night when the rope comes out.

I got my chance at a caning without even having to ask. Isn’t it great like that? Boymeat single-tailed the shit out of Eden’s back first that night, and after they were done, he took out a cane for me. Boymeat had me lay face down on a couch laying across Eden, with my head in Tyler’s lap and Boymeat sat on a stool above me. He started with a firm steady rhythm using one of his thicker canes and I quickly switched into a head space of concentrating on the pain.

I made sure to keep breathing as I focused on processing the pain. But fuck, it hurt. And, yeah, I liked it. Which Boymeat loves to rub in my face.

I soon started to break out in a light sweat, as is what happens with canings.

I cried out when it hurt; I sighed when it was bearable. My feet kicked when he tortured me by concentrating in the same spot.

We were aiming to get me to cum again, but I wasn’t so sure I was going to get there. The vibrations were pulsing right through me, but the pain wasn’t quite translating properly for that. Plus there was something just under the surface that I think was inhibiting me- I was really just in the mood to cry.

Boymeat was good though, he kept coming over and checking in on me.

Then he pulled out a stingier cane and started whacking on my back. Holy fuck. That shit hurt. It was like needles jabbing, or something like that. I don’t know, but it was intense.

Eventually we moved to the bedroom, a quieter place in hopes to get me off. Space was cleared on Tyler’s bed for me to lay down. Boymeat resumed his caning of me at a steady, easy pace with a nice thick cane. I thought I might be able to cum then, but Boymeat gradually picked up the intensity and I again started sailing on the pain. My foot tapped the floor in beat with the swinging of his cane as I moaned into mattress. I howled and squirmed as it got more and more difficult to bear.

He paused and kneeled next to me, pulling the curls out of my face. His hand was right next to mine and I started to reach for it.

“Here, take my hand,” he said moving it into mine.

He stroked my head a bit as my breathing slowed down to normal. I wanted to cry. It was right.there. But it just wasn’t breaking the surface.

“You didn’t have to stop,” I said, smiling at him. I had hoped that maybe just a little bit more was all I needed.

He gave me just a bit more, but still nothing.

He got underneath me on the bed and pulled out his cock for me to suck.

“Is this a thank you or a post-caning treat?” he asked me right before I took him in my mouth.
“Thank you?” I said unsurely.

He shook his head and guided my head down onto him. I blew him for a bit, moving from his cock to his balls.

“Damn my inability to cum in public,” he cursed.

Boymeat zipped himself up and I laid my head in his lap getting my after care as fingers went through my hair, tugging gently ever so often.

Eventually, I got up. I forget why exactly. I wandered around a little bit in a subspacey kind of daze, still feeling unfinished.

Towards the end of the night I propositioned Jefferson. I told him specifically I wanted him to rough me up. I had no opinion on how he did so, so he chose to clear off some of the kitchen table and bend me over it. He pulled out his flogger and hung it over his shoulder as he slapped my poor, sore ass.

I squirmed and screamed and his hand grabbed my hair to keep me firm against the table.

He took his flogger in hand and stepped back and started hitting me with it nice and hard. He aimed for my ass and back and I sighed and moaned on impact. I don’t know if a flogger really could ever make me cry.

All of the sudden I felt coldness wash over me as he poured water on my bottom half. He spanked and flogged me on top of it and it stung with the wetness. I squealed again as he poured the rest of the water on me and I started to shiver a bit as I got chilly.

I dragged Jefferson into the bedroom to fuck me next. We made out on the bed as he fingered my clit and got me off. I went down on him after and got him hard to fuck me. He grabbed a condom and pushed into me hitting my g-spot instantly. I groaned under him as he fucked me hard, pinning my arms down. I kept pulling him down to kiss me though. I kissed him roughly, biting on his lip and tugging on his hair and he sighed into my mouth, grabbing me tighter.

I pulled back from him and gave a sly smile.

“Baby,” I said to him.
“Yes, honey?”
“I need you to hit me.”
“Where?”
“Slap me,” I told him.

He nodded and straddled my hips. I closed my eyes in anticipation, tensing a bit. I love having my face slapped, but it still brings up a primal, visceral reaction that borders on fear.

He came on the left side first and within the next 10 seconds, I felt that emotion bubbling to the top. My jaw started to tremble and I was ready to let go. The heat built in my cheeks and I grabbed at Jefferson lightly, suppressing the urge to fight back. I whimpered as the slaps came in forceful succession and soon the tears started to form. He punched my chest with another hand and I flinched and tried to recoil.

He paused a moment, and I nodded my head in a silent affirmation for him to keep going.

He started again and very quickly I started to cry. Just as I needed. He stopped once I was able to let go and pulled me into him, holding me. I cried softly, my chest shaking as I breathed, and I assured Jefferson that I was ok.

“It’s not a bad cry,” I told him. As in, I wasn’t sad about anything, I was just feeling a little weepy.
“I know, baby. I trust you and you trust me, and we can do that for each other,” he replied kissing me.

We cuddled together quietly, but all too quickly, Eden came in to let Jefferson know his ride was starting to get ready to leave.

He left me for a few moments to get dressed, and I just stayed curled up on the bed, ready for sleep at that point. He cuddled me a little bit more once he was dressed and we both got up when all his crew were ready to head out. I hugged everyone goodbye, told Jefferson and Desire I’d see them the next afternoon when I would get Desire to head down to DC.

I thanked and kissed Boymeat and he told me next time he would drink more water. (*Sigh*)

Wendy and I got dressed and I tried to usher her out the door as quickly as possible. First to arrive and last to leave. And part 1 of the orgystastic weekend came to a satisfying conclusion.