some of the best moments in life are the ones you can’t tell anyone about…
…and i wish i could tell everyone about last saturday morning.
every time my ass brushes by a surface, or i lean back on a desk, i feel a little stinging reminder of what you did to me. i recall the red welts that cover each of my cheeks. i recall the position you put me in to receive my well deserved strokes.
remembering, and writing about it now, is making me so wet. my legs were shaking. i could not keep myself up any longer. you drove me to ecstasy.
you used just your hands.