In Need of Stress Relief

I shouldn’t be posting right now. There are 152 things I need to get done. Writing that’s already missed its deadline. A deadline approaching that is impossible to reach at this point. Dishes to due. Laundry to put away. Legs that need shaved.

But I’m overwhelmed. It’s been one of those days. And I haven’t had one of these days in such a long, long time, apparently I’ve forgotten how to handle them. From loose horses and broken fences to trips to the ER and an aching tooth, all I can think to do isΒ scream.

Truly, I don’t want to do anything. I want to take a scalding hot shower. Put on my most comfortable PJs, curl up in bed, and fall asleep until tomorrow, when things can start anew.

But alas, a 4 year old who had his head split open not once, but twice, and a sick 7 year old prevent that from even being a possibility.

So I sit down to work. And my hands stay still at the keyboard. I can feel my pulse beating in my chest. And the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

And the stupid 2 week old chicks are making all this racket from the room next to me and there’s a timer ticking somewhere that is too ridiculously loud. And I just want to scream. Or cry. Or cum.

And I start to think about M. And how I was so needy last night, seeking reassurance from him after Saturday night. And how even though he was exhausted from work, he still took me to bed.

I think of how good it felt with his head between my legs. What his mouth and fingers and lips do to my body. I think about cumming, over and over again, yet he wouldn’t stop, he kept going, taking me higher and higher.

My shoulders drop and I feel a small amount of tension leave my neck.

I remember what it felt like when he pushed into me, my hips supported by pillows, my ankles over his shoulders. I can almost feel how his cock instantly pressed into g-spot and how the warmth of his mouth felt surrounding my nipple. I remember what it felt like cumming together, his cock buried so deep in my pussy that it made me ache.

While this makes me feel a little better, it’s still not quite enough.

But wait.

I think I just heard M’s van pull in the drive. Now it’s time for some real stress relief.

Wish me luck people.



17 responses to “In Need of Stress Relief

  1. I am sorry you had such a rough day. I hope the sick one recovers quickly and the injured one heals well. I know how it goes, when your mind goes on overdrive and every single noise seems like it’s coming out of a boombox.
    I get it.
    I’m hoping M was able to give you some stress relief. But, just in case it didn’t happen or didn’t work, I tried something last week and it was wonderful. I was given a pillow and put facing another, huge, pillow. And I was told to go at it. You know, pillow fight style. Except you need to imagine you’re hitting as hard as you can, like you want to make these pillows explode. And you let out all the screams that are begging to come out. I promise you, last week, the most guttural, feral cry. It lasted for almost a minute and it was huge! But I felt so much better afterwards!

    Right, as I said, this is only an option next time M isn’t around πŸ˜‰

    In the mean time, I’m sure it won’t hurt if I send you hugs and kisses πŸ™‚

    • Thanks for the hugs and kisses Dawn, I always love them no matter what. I feel bad whining about bad days. My life is pretty damn good in general. Before I quit my day job to write full-time, all of my days were this way, filled with chaos and drama, me spinning from one thing to another, never able to sit down and pull myself together. Eliminating those things was one of my top priorities and, overall, it’s worked well. It was just one thing after another on Tuesday. But, alas, that day is over. The storm has moved on and today should *hopefully* be warm enough to get the stupid fucking loud ass chicks out of the mud room and into the chicken coop where the little fuckers belong! haha xoxoxox

  2. I hope you got the stress relief you need! I went through something similar last Friday. After I sobbed it out onto SSir’s chest, he pounded on my ass for a while. A good spanking followed by a good fucking is a miracle cure, I tell ya!

    Kisses and squishy boob hugs!

  3. I can relate – maybe not to the specifics like chicks, but still. I am overwhelmed. There is a lot of change and stress, my children both cried in one day, my house is a mess and I’ve been quite ill and just now able to catch up.
    I have so much to do – some is obviously staring me straight in the face and obvious failures to anyone unfortunate enough to walk in my house.
    And I’ve been relying on him to distract me and take me away from it all. Glad you’ve found some relief in that as well.

    • Overwhelmed is exactly what it is Cammie. And I feel ya. As I sit here now typing, I look around and figure I’ve got to start cleaning up before I get to work, or it will simply drive me insane. I don’t know about you, but for me, chaos on the outside leads to chaos on the inside.

      And between a thorough spanking Friday night and Lynn’s birthday on Saturday, I need to get everything in order today or I’ll be a hot mess.

      Good luck with today my dear. You have my thoughts and good wishes!

  4. In this world, sex is the only thing that relieves you from stress. I believe you.His coming home is a time of stress relief. Very good writing. Thanks

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