Update in a later post.

I will not be tamed. Nothing wild is as beautiful, once tamed.

Oh, don't I know it, bruvvah! ;)

How's Things In The CLEAN World?
 

You know that little webby thing that attaches your tongue to the bottom of your mouth? Yeah, mine's all raw and sore. And my jaw hurts a little. The small of my back has a special place that hollers just a little when I turn just right. My hips gave out around 2:30 (am). Too much pushin' & pullin' of too much to push & pull. My nuts are a little tender, and my cock feels a little bruised. My thighs and upper legs are sore as all hell. I feel my shoulders a little more than usual. And it hurts to look up.

But my ego is faaaaaaaaaaantastic!

I'm not sure if I've ever worked that hard for that long, at anything. I'm kilt. Dead. Wore plumb the fuck out. I can't keep up with this chick.

Remember the "Mountaintop Removal Mining" technique I described in an earlier post, well, she must have liked that. She would be coasting along, and suddenly she would grab me by the hair and pull my head away, or push my head away for a moment or two, and, all of a sudden, I'm licking air. Sometimes she would just go "Whew!", and wait a minute or two, but a couple times I could make out "God Amighty." (she drops the L in Almighty) Then I'd get pulled back in. When she got her cookie(s?) she boxed my ears with her thighs. Literally. Pop yourself in the earhole lightly with open palms, hear that distinctive sound? I heard it. Her head might've spun a full circle, I'm not sure (there was no pea soup).

We tried something that was pretty fun, although I'm not really (ahem) built for it. No hands. No touching, with any parts, except for those very special parts. That was different.

Breath is an amazing thing.