Grump. Just grump.
Running on little sleep. The coffee is just starting to warm me through.
What is it about UK heating systems that shut off in the middle of the night? When you get up to pee don’t you freeze your bits off? I am surrounded by people here, so sleeping naked isn’t an option, but I wouldn’t want to, it is too damn cold. And when a baby needs walked in the middle of the night, it seems even colder. I felt terrible as I laid for a few minutes and let him cry, hoping he would go back to sleep so I wouldn’t have to leave the warmth of my duvet.
Ok, second cup of coffee is working. Grump slowly dissipating.
Last night while on Skype Sir decided to punish me by showing me his rock hard cock. Then he started playing with it. How unfair! I never used to be one of those women who thought blow jobs were superfun. However, in the last few months I have really become addicted. I think it is a submissive act that I really connect with. When he grabs my hair and forces me deeper I get all warm and gooey. So being forced to look at a very suckable cock with my parents in the room is rather disheartening. And taking care of myself has been as fleeting as I had imagined. Sometimes he is just cruel.
Still trying to be positive as we head out on our adventure today. I bet there won’t be any cock sucking opportunities though.
Yeah, the grump is back.