Chasing Me Chasing You

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


While I love to watch them, I am not good with any contact or team sports. In high school, once I couldn’t dance anymore, I ran track. Specifically, cross-country in the fall. Running around in circles on the track in the spring always made me feel like a gerbil.

Cross-Country was (in rural Ohio, anyway) across fields and around reservoirs. The changing scenery kept it from getting too boring. However, looking back, it also made me realize that my kinkiness had deeper, older roots that I thought.

I, ever the dramatist, would create stories in my head as I ran. Using myself as a character to distract from my increasing fatigue, or more often to provide motivation. I would generally be running from something or someone. A man, or group of men, out looking for me. No doubt, to use for some nefarious purpose if/when I was caught. How I had stupidly allowed myself to end up in some field alone was always perfectly explained. And, my only home of retaining my virtue was to make it back to my coach as fast as possible.

I was an odd kid.

I would get quite elaborate with my reasons for why they were chasing me and what would happen if I was caught. Not matter the reason though, debauchery was always included. If a teammate would run with me for any period of time they would get wrapped into the tale too. I needed to keep her safe, or they would take us both.

I remember the idea of it was always hot. Running from big, bad, burly med who wanted to do naughty things to little 16 year-old me. Sort of a reverse motivation was created though. No wonder I always ran so slow.

Maybe my ‘kink revelation’ a few years ago shouldn’t really have been that big of a surprise.

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2 Responses to “Motivation”

  • Marie Rebelle

    Isn’t it lovely how we remember things from our youth and then some puzzle pieces fall in place? Nice memories 🙂

    Rebel xox

  • Modesty Ablaze

    Wonderful !!! . . . had me giggling all the way through . . . especially the “no wonder I always ran so slow”.
    Lovely !!!
    Xxx – K


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