“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His hand glided between my thighs; I was the wettest I’d ever been and I needed him to hurt me more.
I have a strange relationship to pain in that I’m scared of it but crave it. A bit like when I used to do the couch to 5K running program… I’d love the idea of going for a run, hate the thing itself but love the way I felt afterwards. Actually, scratch that, I never craved going for a run. I’m not that much of a masochist!
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I’d like to preface this with, I am not a brat. Well, mostly not. Okay, well, sometimes… you get the idea. TSH went out the other night and TEO and I were idly messaging when he realised I was home alone. The following ensued.
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So, there’s no typical day for me as I work for myself from home. Today turned out to be far more interesting than it could have been though…
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Today I needed comfort food, but not the stodgy kind. So, I reverted to childhood and had coddled eggs. If you don’t know what they are, it’s egg cracked into a coddler (small pot with screw-on lid), butter and seasoning added and then the whole thing is placed into a pan of boiling water. They’re easy to make and funner* than boiled eggs.
The reason is that I ended up chatting for a very long time last night to TEO (the evil one) and was somewhat conflicted and confused when I woke up this morning. He sounded like he needed company whilst he worked stuff through in his head and I wasn’t tired, so stayed up later than I probably should. The way it was left, I didn’t know whether we’d still message or not…
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