Don’t I wish that were the erogenous sort of splat? I sure do! However…this is way more of the swan dive kind of splat, I’m afraid. Following in Jz’s footsteps (or would that be slipsteps?) I semi-sprained my ankle, then fell AGAIN and bloodied my knees. Now, I’m a painslut.
There was no horny in either ouchie. Not even a drop of erotic “oooh”…maybe that was the blood, I dunno. But I was NOT in a good mood, was in a LOT of pain. I’m too damn old for all this falling down shit! I don’t bounce right back up and go “oopsie”… I don’t bounce at all. However, there was a bright side to this rough-start day.
I met M for a cup of tea and a sandwich, just a few hours after the 2nd injury. He…he heals me, you know? We shared our week with one another, He kissed me and smiled at me (oh, how romantic, isn’t it?!) He walks me out to my car, helping me down the steps solicitously. Opening the door, He helps me into my seat, his hand at my back.
Then…He pinched the holy *fuck* out of my back…He grabbed a hold of a nice chunk of flesh and just …squeezed.
I moaned. I yelped. I whimpered. I teared up, all the while, He stands beside me crooning, drinking in my little cries of pain. I have a bruise as big as my hand there, and a small lump that I can feel every time I lay down.
It adds a layer of hurt to my sore, swollen ankle, to my raw and grotesque knee.
But it is totally, amazingly, fucking erotic. I am turned on almost all the time…any time I see the bruise (rare, since it’s on my mid back)…or feel it when I sit in the car, or lean against the wall…BAM…instant flame to my pussy.
We spent less than an hour together–and He did more healing of my mood, of my body in that 52 minutes than all the gauze at CVS could have.
It’s amazing. It’s ….hot.
He made “splat” –the fall and bloodying of nilla become SPLAT…. “OMG! I hope my wet panties don’t leak through to my shorts nilla”.
Pretty neat to be moved from “oh, ouch” to “Oh..ooooh…”
And He is fucking *amazing* at slut maintenance.