how i love to love my body

i apologized.
but not until i found myself as close to being him as i possibly could have been, thinking about how the bedroom could really use a few more mirrors, how i wanted it fast and now.
not until i needed the same did i recognize the asshole i had been.
hormones.........maybe.
hers are definitely doing a number on her. so that she's suddenly sorry, too.
booted today harder than i have been this entire time. he is getting big.
tonight will be interesting. there's nothing for me to squeeze into. no way for me to hide it. i will be blatant and large. and the reactions should be a treat.
she asked last night if she could drink the milk from my breasts and my theories reeled all over again. attachment, orientation, deviance. most six year-olds probably wouldn't be digging lapping at their mothers' nipples.
i submitted. detailed all the difficulties and submitted. he said he couldn't believe i'd laid it all on the table. but that is what i do, compulsively, impulsively, always.
and too soon.
maybe her reaction will be warm. and green.
maybe her reaction will be cold. and barren.
submitting elsewhere, too. i should write about it shooting from me, suddenly, awakening sensation i never imagined.
emasculated ejaculation
he wears me on his hand steadily steadily thrusting
he wears me on his hand shooting shooting spinning
he wears me on his hand and i need thirty times his force
he wears me on his hand seeking perfect pressure
he wears me on his hand until i suddenly explode
he wears me on his hand while i gush and trickle down my thighs
he wears me on his hand tenderly helps me down
he wears me on his hand until i wear it on my sleeve:
i can't do that myself
there. two minute something. to later be perfected.