Chasing Me Chasing You

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

Heavy Breathing

I crave sex a lot. Orgasms are lovely; don’t trust anyone who tells you different. But the feeling after sex is what I really desire. After really rough sex, you know that kind where your hair gets pulled and you feel it for hours afterward, you are left catching your breath. Collasped on the bed and just feeling your body pulse as the endorphins rush around.

I try to lay still as long as possible. Once I catch my breath and the pulsing in my pussy stops I may roll over or curl up for a few moments. Eventually I do have to move along to the bathroom. Either to get dressed again or return to bed to pass out. The whole process doesn’t last very long, but it’s the most peaceful moment of the day. And sadly, for obvious reasons, I cannot reach this feeling by myself. Don’t get me wrong, I can (and have) had some amazing orgasms while alone. But that’s not the same as the breathless release that only rough sex can provide. Admittedly, even oral sex, which Sir is quite adept at, doesn’t end in the same sense of peaceful relaxation.

However, there won’t be much heavy breathing over the next few days. At my parents, if we do get to sleep without the kids in the same room, we still rarely get up to anything outside oral sex. Not a complaint, just a reality. Hopefully next week, since Sir’s big presentation is done at work, we can have a bit more fun. It’s always best to stay hopeful. Until then I guess I’ll just have to suffer through Doxy massage and Sir’s mouth for my peaceful moments.


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