Back to my regularly scheduled life.

Today I get to go back to being the pretty pet sitting and waiting for my "master" to come and play with me. I used quotes because if you've been reading along you know how I feel about this! Doing some laundry, paying the bills and just generally getting ready for J to come over. I'm not really looking forward to seeing him, matter of fact, last night when he thought his plane wasn't going to make it back to Pittsburgh, I was secretly praying for him to get trapped in FL! I just am not prepared to do this anymore. It's so funny, but before you came back into my life, I was able to accept my life for what it is, and I could almost enjoy my time with J, now, I despise every moment that I'm with him. When I think of him my skin starts to crawl! He is such a little bitch...I don't feel like dealing with him at all! I know that he is going to start in on me for going away for New Year's Eve, trying to get me to admit to him that I was in NY and not Harrisburg. I don't see why he can't just back up off of my life a bit, it's not like he is going to divorce his wife to be with me, so he has no right to judge me when he's not around. I really don't understand how he thinks that he can bitch at all about me being with my husband. I don't complain about him being away with his wife, actually, I kind of look forward to the times that they all go away. It means a few days of rest for me.

I just ordered $30 worth of Thai food and ate about six bites. I still have no appetite at all, I'm starting to look like an anorexic. I keep trying to eat, but can't seem to stomach anything. That was one nice thing about being in NY, I could go get the bomb ass Israeli food, now that, I was able to eat a bunch of! Too bad there isn't anywhere good here! How I miss Dada's cooking, he always did make the best shit. I just miss having someone around to cook for me, but I especially miss his cooking!

I brought home this sexy ass school teacher last night, unfortunately for me he is on his way back to LA today. I keep hooking up with all of these young boys, hell, when I was 18, he was 13, that's scary when you look at it like that. When I see our ages of today, I say, oh, that's not too bad, then, I look at it as if we were teenagers. I would never have dated a thirteen year old boy then, so why am I messing with someone that much younger? Who really cares? My nipples are still a little sensitive from last night, he bit me so many times, and so hard each time, he just kept increasing the pressure with his teeth till I was ready to explode, and then he would release my nipple, just to move to my clit and do the same thing all over again. The biting was good, the foreplay was a little weak, but I have to remember, he is a baby still, with the right training, he could be a great lover. He's got the basics of it all, and he wants to be dominate, he just isn't quite sure of his role. At one point he pinned my arms down to the bed with one of his muscular arms, slid his cock deep inside of me and bit down so hard on my nipple that my body immediately exploded against him in one of those earth quaking orgasms. I loved it when he had my feet hooked into the headboard while he was ramming his cock in me, my arms pinned beneath my own body, like I said, he has the basics, he just needs a bit of guidance.

Shit, I've got to go for now...laundry and bills are calling my name!