Last week was a strange one. With kids going back to school, I wondered whether I had made a mistake deciding not to work this term. I missed the first few days with a brand new group of kindy kids beginning big school.
My midgets were also taking a trip overseas with the other parental unit so my anxiety was ruling my life. That combined with M's crazy stalker ex made sure my week was a pain in my arse. By Friday, I had said good bye to my babies and headed over to M's for the weekend. I'm still there.
The nut job has been calling and texting. He's doing his best to ignore her but he's so gentle that I know she has upset him. It would be so nice if she realised she has her own life to live and left him the hell alone. I know he is mine but she is causing unnecessary grief in our lives. It's such an intrusion. So he was grumpy and wasn't feeling well.
Saturday, we went out to a film and hit the town for a little while in search of a latin band. No luck, but a nice night nonetheless. Coming home, I thought he was too tired to fuck me, but off came his belt and he alternated belting with torturing me with Mr Spikey. I was lost in myself until my contact lens shifted and I had to stop to fix it. It took a while to fight through the tears and get my legs working well enough to carry me to the bathroom to sort out the problem.
During the night, I was sad and couldn't seem to stop crying. We had a talk about it and when things were sorted, we agreed that we should try to be careful of feeding off each other when we are grumpy.
By Sunday we needed a change of pace to shift our moods. Two grumps don't make a right. Food and coffee and the doggy park helped. The sun was shining for a change and we decided to enjoy it by hiring a canoe. By the time we got there, we were pleasantly stoned. My rowing combined with the smoke made us giggle. We laughed our arses off the rest of the day. More smoke after dinner, a doco and bed. While we were fucking I was having the most intense feelings. I could feel his primal nature in every touch, every thrust, every word. He was so fucking sexy.
I spent Monday reading and tidying up a bit. I went out for a little while to try and forget that I didn't need to pick up the midgets from school. We spent a quiet evening with his two lovely kids and went to bed early.
Last night, he seemed exhausted so I played with him a little before climbing on top of him and fucking him gently while he held my nipple between his teeth. I have grown unaccustomed to being on top, and it kind of felt like maybe I shouldn't be up there. He seemed to like the change but rolled on top of me eventually. Anyway, I was woken last night with M pushing himself inside me. We fell asleep again while he still was. This morning, he woke me again, climbing on top of me. He ended up being late for work :) Bad man.
And by the time it was 9am, I'd cleaned the kitchen, the floors and the bathroom and done some washing. Scrubbing things always makes me feel a bit better.
I think that my meds are working quite well at the moment so I am happy about that. I contemplated going home in case I was getting on everyone's nerves with all the fussing about, but M seemed to think that was silly idea. I've made it clear to his kids that they should feel free to tell me to go home but they seem to think that I should stay as long as their dad wanted me around. Apparently, they like me :) So that is another reason to feel happy.
Not sure what to do with myself today...
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