I decided not to go to yoga last night because my yoga clothes werent dry. Ugh. So I stayed home and intended to do laundry. Didnt happen...
I went online to see what was going and started reading posts. Of course, I got so worked up, but I didnt do anything about it. I wanted to be ready for Ray when he got home, basketball game. I dont like being home by myself, I get so bored I dont know what to do, and in turn I get lazy so I dont do what I need/should be doing. So I got offline so I wouldnt be tempted to do anything to myself.
Ray got home and we watched T.V. for a little. I was sitting on the couch and he was getting ready to take a shower. He walked over to me stood on the couch, naked, an got right in front of me, pulled up his balls and smacked them down on my forehead. His ball are huge, they hang down way past his cock, even when he is hard... Hehe :D
I just laughed. He is always smacking my face with his cock and balls. He gets this cute little boy grin on his face. I love it!
So after he is done with that, he takes his shower. I just sit on the couch reading my book with the T.V. on for noise. He gets done and wipes off while I walk into the kitchen to make some popcorn, the come over to me, grabs my arms and tried to push down to suck his cock. I've told him before that I dont like being forced to suck his cock. Thats the only thing I just cant do.
Due to reasons in my past, being forced to suck someone's cock, even though its Ray, it fucks up my head. All the memories came rushing back and I forced them away. When it got too bad I just looked up and saw Ray, and I was ok.
He picked me up off the ground and told me to bend over, better yet go into the bedroom and bend over. he ripped off my shirt and I proceeded into the room. He slamed me down and tore off my shorts and shoved his cock inside me. Mmmm
Holding onto my hips he grbs the lube, pulls out, and shoves him inside my ass. Mmmm!!!! Its been tooooo long since anal, I miss it.
I have to be fucked hard in my ass or I go crazy.
"Tell me how to fuck you!" "Harder!"
I move my hand under my belly to play with myself, as my head gets shoved onto the bed. Thats when I lose it.
Also for reasons in my past, which I'm over, my head cant be shoved into anything. But because of being forced to suck his cock my head went spinning. I tried to block it and focus on his cock inside my ass. Damn but it felt so good!
I just couldnt. He came and I felt him pulsing on my walls and then he collapsed on me. That was when I started tearing up. I went to the bathroom to clean up then into the living room with him.
I could hear HIS voice in my head, when Ray touched me it felt like he was touching me. I saw him standing in our kitchen, sitting on the couch, sittng at our table... I went into the room and cried my eyes out. Ray stayed in the living room, finishing the T.V. show.
I wish he came in the room a little earlier then he did. It felt like HE was in the room with me, sitting on the bed in front of me, starting to touch me. I have come too far for him to come back and fuck my mind like that.
When Ray did come into the room, he came and layed behind me on the bed with his arms around and on me. I immediatly felt better. I just wanted to cry on his shoulder. He told me it was ok, and he cant hurt me anymore, and I believed him. I believe him.
I just wish he was there. I think he thought I wanted to be left alone. Which I kinda did, but I didnt. I thought he knew that. But he doesnt read minds and I didnt tell him I wanted him. But I needed him.
I just want him to hold me and tell me everything is going to be ok. Which he did, but... I dont know, maybe Im just too needy.
On another note, as I was talking to my mom last night, she informed me that my mother-in-law called her yesterday. They really were going to ship my ex to Iraq... Luckily, kinda, he hurt his back and got 2 herniaded* disks in his lower back and now he isnt going. So thats good. My mother-in-law had a heart attack in October. My eyes got a little watery when I heard that. I miss her, I hope she is ok.
I have to call her today on my lunch break. But I guess there is something wrong with my ex's taxes or some shit like that so the divorce can go through... Hmm... You dont need your taxes to file for divorce or for it to even go through... So I have to call her and find out what the hell is going on.
I hope she doesnt hate me. I fucked her son over royaly and Im so very sorry for that. It was never my intention to hurt him so badly. Im done with him though, I couldnt go on any longer pretending I loved him. But his mom... She is a saint. I loved and love her. We got along so great, she treated me like a daughter. Always calling me to go shopping with her, everytime she baked or got a cake or cookies or anything, she always called me. Anytime, ok everytime, me and her son got into an argument, I would go to her she would talk to me and tell me the truth. If I was at fault she told me, if he, most of the time was, was at fault she told him. He always hated me for this... ;) She was always on my side.
My mom says she doesnt hate me and when she talks about me, her voice goes soft. So we'll see how it goes after lunch.