Fun

So I had fun.

Stayed over at Sara's lasts night. Amongst other things we got pulled over by the police, drove with an open door and I ate a trough of popcorn and drank a bucket of pepsi on my own.

I also put Sara through the kind of pain that kept her up far later than normal, with moaning that I’m pretty sure was riding that barrier between pain and pleasure. Her lip is bruised, her back was raw-red covered in scratch and bite marks. She’s lucky I was too distracted to grab my whip. She’s lucky she tastes so damn good; I couldn’t keep my tongue off her. Very lucky.

Judging by the amount of time her mouth spent on my skin, I don’t taste half bad either. How bad do you want to run your tongue across my skin now?