Monday, February 26, 2007
The Edge Off
So, I’m sitting here on my couch, enjoying a splash of wine to take the edge off after having a big, hairy man climb on top of me. I barely managed to rip my shirt off before grunting and sweating; he bent me into a pretzel, causing me to cry out in ecstasy and pain at the same time.
By the time he finished, I was spent, panting and delirious. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, but I just lay there, biting my lip, tears running down my face. Fuck me, it was really good. Possibly the best I’ve ever had. I mean really, have you ever had it so good you cried? Anyway, the wine is like I said, taking the edge off and a perfect compliment to getting worked over by my chiropractor.