Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Sore

I wish I could say it was all from sex. Well, I do and I don’t. My work outs are going well. I was able to do around an hour of cardio yesterday and I’m feeling it this morning. A lot of sore muscles. And not sleeping as well as I had hoped to isn’t helping either. Can’t wait to see this stomach get smaller though, even if the boobs suffer a bit. A long way to go though.

Short post as my cousin is coming into town for a visit. We are both tattoo addicts, so we have appointments this afternoon. Can’t wait. Sir has approved it as he will be at work, and it’s small. But it will be my first tattoo that will be difficult to cover up. All my others are on my back or on my foot. So a blouse and shoes and I can look professional. This one is going on my wrist, so a chunky bracelet will be necessary. Or I will just have to admit that I am a tattooed woman. When I get my sleeve my started that I will be even harder to hide, so I may as well get used to it now.

So, off to workout this morning. Should be fun with my legs hurting this much. Maybe tonight Sir will let me lay there and he can just fuck my mouth so I don’t have to move too much. Sometimes he goes for that.

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