Filed under: Grace
as life and sleep tends to get in the way i was passed out by the time E came to bed. this morning as we are getting ready to play our role as godparent’s at a baptism, the tension was thick as i was getting ready. E would grab and spank me any time i was within reach.
we get in the car and he grabs at my thigh. he tells me he likes the way i look in my black, tight pants. it is going to be a long day.
i dread going to catholic churches. i dread the exhibitionism of rituals. i did not like the fact that my nephew was being dipped in water with other children and their germs. i was fuming before the “ceremony” started. but, i won’t get into religion on here. i am not an atheist either.
during this long drawn out process E would make quick grabs at my ass in the church. it felt deliciously evil and i did not shove him away as probably most women would have done.
i think the “your going to hell” part came in when E leans in and whispers to me as they are filling small bottles of “holy water” for each child…
“we should take that bottle of water, go to san francisco, get various churches to bless it and give you an enema with it.”
i looked at him with a look and said, “you realize now that you cannot even say anything about what i have been harping about all morning, you have crossed the line with that one.”
i won’t lie, the thought was delicious. i guess when i am fiending anything sexual sounds good to me.
as we drove to the reception E grabbed right between my legs. i moved into his hand as we drove by trucks and SUV’s. i almost felt a little nervous that people could see in to the car. i pushed his hand away and he just forced it back and made mention he did not care.
during the reception he whispers to me, “we need to go home because i want to fuck you right here, right now.”
i looked at him with a smile. that thought did not sound bad at all.
…like i said life gets in the way of hedonists.
i assure you, i will have something to write about before this weekend is over and i guarantee it will be grand. because, i can only hear “i wanna fuck you” only so many times before i grab him and tell him to “fuck me then”.
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