Now that I’m home again, I’ve got lists of chores, unpacking and repacking, an upcoming dentist appointment, and home construction to look forward to. The whole house is getting a makeover from carpet to hardwood flooring, so everything that’s on the floor has to be moved elsewhere.
But during the day, when I’m completely alone in the house, my hormones take over and all I can think about is sex. Lots and lots of dirty, violent sex. And getting myself off is always a complicated affair when I have my period. So in the shower I go, and get down and dirty with my waterproof rabbit (which I also reviewed for EdenFantasys) and a clothespin attached to my nipple. I really do love painful stimuli, and all the more when I’m menstruating, I think. Why else would I have thought to seek out the clothespin before getting in the shower?
Knowing I was completely alone gave my voice the rare freedom to enjoy and revel in my masturbatory session (not that I hadn’t been tempted to put on a little show, both aurally and visually, for the neighbors, but with 4 other housemates I could never let myself go completely. Except for one time that involved the rabbit and a buttplug, but that’s for another time). I let the moans dribble out of my throat and past my tongue, protruding obscenely from my open mouth. I fucked myself fast-and-furiously, letting the lukewarm water clean away the blood dripping off the rabbit and onto my hands. The clothespin slid off with a jolt that sent renewed pain coursing through my body, and I pinched the freed nipple between two fingers as if milking out the sensations. Between the vibrator, the water, and my pulsing nipple, I went into sensory overdrive and came, long and fucking hard.
God I needed that. Hours later, and my nipple is still sensitive to the touch. Mmmm.
I am finishing the last of my packing, and tomorrow I leave for home. I finally (somewhat) fixed my car with the help of SR and a friend of his, at least to be able to drive it home, and the bumper is solidly attached to the car, if still crooked. It has been a vast learning experience working on the car, to say the least.
So I guess this is the end of my Boston sojourn. I leave the city with mixed feelings. Pissed at the metropolis for the amount of money I’ve lost to it, happy for the guy I amazingly found my first night here, sad to be leaving him, hopeful that there will be visits in the future, or booty calls at least, and excited to be returning to campus to a full time job. Yay for making back the money I lost this summer.
Well, there’ll be time later for reminiscing. Off to finish tidying up!
May I never experience the managerial idiocy that the poor souls at Where is Bob? have to face daily. At once hilarious and depressingly sad, I’ve become instantly addicted to this blog that details the misadventures of working in a university IT group under a completely incompetent manager.
In other news, I had a most unexpected dream last night. I was in some kind of shadowy replica of a dorm room, chatting with a shifting number of girls. At one point, there is only one other girl, also Chinese, sitting on the bed. I can’t stop staring at her eyes, and suddenly we’re making out, lips pressed and drawing air like we depend on each other’s breath to live. My ears and face feel hot where her fingers press into my skin – and somehow I know that my physical, dreaming body is reacting to the imagery. And then her hand dips down between intertwined legs and against my groin. I mimic her movements, and feel my fingers sinking into soft, wet flesh. I push further, feel her muscles tightening around the two fingers now buried inside her. The contact is overwhelming.
I wish I could remember more of what happened afterwards, but the image fades from there. I may have been on the cusp of waking at that point.
It must be all this teasing to SR of how I’m going to get a girl with a strapon when he’s not around.
Project bumper is not going as smoothly as I had hoped, and it’s starting to wear at me. I took a break from working on it today, but I don’t have much time to waste if I plan on moving out of here by the 25th. The pressure to do this (and do it right!) is really getting to me, and it’s all mostly self-inflicted. But it doesn’t help that Mr. Car Expert isn’t here to help, and I get the feeling he’s tired of me constantly asking him questions about the bumper. Not to mention I found out tonight that he hasn’t even done any automotive painting before. So I really am in the dark here.
I hate feeling helpless. But everything I’m reading online is pointing at getting the paint job done professionally rather than winging it myself. So what do I do?? I am so frustrated!