Day 4 (previous post) didn’t really stop there. He came back from work at night and was in the mood for sex.
“I need to help you to complete your goal, shouldn’t I? He quipped.
I hesitated to tell him that I already did. The clock read 10.30pm, and I seriously contemplated if I should drag it a lil more so that I can easily satisfy my quota for Day 5 instead. I was surprised as well – I wasn’t expecting him to still be able to perform. We just had sex last night!
Well, whatever. Why reject a man who’s all out to please me?
As it turned out, I didn’t get my orgasm by the time he came. (Thank God I had it during the earlier part of the day.) It wasn’t his fault. I don’t really fancy sex two days in a row, especially when the first one was a good long one. Granted I was still in the mood, but I felt really sore down there. Times like this, I realise, I would gladly prefer masturbation to sex. At least my clit doesn’t get sick of me rubbing it, but that hole literally feels fucking sore… urgh.
Shit, now what’s for today?
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“At least my clit doesn’t get sick of me rubbing it”…I so loved that line
I should hope not!!!
I think you still have time today