Y3 D57

I have had more sex in the last 120 hours than in the prior 9.5 months. Amazing.

Went to work, was completely stressed out most of the day because I was hungover as fuck. I managed to get on my normal train and look presentable, but the body was not cooperating yesterday. I met up with the client who I went out with on Wednesday and he was looking pretty worse for the wear too. He was impressed at how functional I was given everything that went down. Little did he know that on the inside my body was screaming.

LO2 and I decided to get together at my place. She picked me up at the train station and we went back to my place where I made us dinner. I made chicken, mushroom, and spinach crepes. They came out fantastic. The only weird thing was the kid was there. She texted me right before I got home to tell me her schedule had changed and that she would be home around 6:30. Damn. Sigh, okay. I texted her back telling her I was making dinner but that I would also be having company. She didn't seem very happy about it, but she dealt with it. We ate, had some wine, then went into the bedroom while the kid pretty much did the same.

For the next three hours I introduced this little girl to so many pleasures of the flesh -- cuffs, ice, spurs, wax... I showed her how to ENJOY the moment inside of trying to rush the moment. The pleasure of delayed gratification. She did better than I expected. However she is still equating raw pain with pleasure versus mental pain/denial. I need to keep working on this because my back and chest look like a fucking drunk doctor took a scalpel to them right now. The water in the shower this morning stung like a motherfucker. I do think she is getting emotionally attached which could present a problem, but it's her problem, not mine. Afterwards we sat in bed watching a movie on Netflix and then went at it again. We ended up falling asleep around 11:30. Every now and then I could hear the kid coming out of her room and doing stuff. I tried to respectful of her space and hopefully she recognized that and will be respectful of mine. I know she disapproves of what I am doing, but dammit, I need this. I need it more than anyone can understand. Even more than I understand at times. Oh best part of the night? When I received a text from J saying 'I love you'. Talk about an out of the blue random moment. We were in between sessions when the text came through, so it wasn't too strange, but it still made me crack up.

This morning she drove me to the train station and took off. Depending on how things go, we won't see each other until maybe Monday or Tuesday. Good because I need a break...