Coming back to life

Finally I get the surprise that I have been waiting for, a note from you! The minute I saw it in the inbox, my face lit up and my heart lifted a gazillion times. It's good to know that you are reading everything...It's even better to know that you are still wearing my rings. Tell me, what does she think of all of this? Has she even seen them? Yesterday when I was getting fucked by J all I could think about were those rings on your cock. I kept envisioning myself in your arms, not in his, I don't want to be in that spot! I hate this life that I've been forced back into. What does it really matter though? The bills need to be paid, and for the most part I'm treated like royalty. I am a bit pissed that I missed my FL trip because of all this mess with you! I mean, hell, at least I could have been at the beach when you broke my heart instead of in freezing Pittsburgh. I'm not going to dwell on it...I only have a few minutes before I need to leave to pick up the adopted one.

Yesterday was so difficult, I got so wasted last night it was sick. I tried to get the waiter from Mallorca to come home with me last night because he was bald...The adopted one was ready to kill me! She told me to leave it alone, just forget about it, but I told her I couldn't and that if I wasn't going to be in bed with my bald lover tonight as previously planned, then I'm going to have another one! Well, he was intimidated by the two of us and turned us down. Can you believe that? The adopted one was offended that he said no, because the way we presented it, it was as if he would be coming home with both of us. She's so silly sometimes! After we finished dinner, we went down to Zythos to have a couple of more drinks. Which I know I surely didn't need, I had already consumed a bottle and a half of wine. Well, of course, I had to have vodka at the bar and boy did it get me rocked, I started running my mouth about the collar and cuffs that I had commissioned...Let's just say that I got quite a few offers from people who wanted to be my master. I can't just trust anyone though. I can't just give up control to anyone, you know how I am.

The pain was so intense yesterday, so what did I do? You guessed it, I turned to sex again. I went home with a reggae dj that I've known off and on over the years. When we got to his house, I got so sick, I was bent over the toilet forever, puking my guts out, steak is not any good the second time around.

I need to go for now...I'll finish the story of the dj later.