This entry is kinda random and I couldn’t come up with a title.
I got to see MasterDoc again on Sunday evening. My depression is still lingering although being around him helped cheer me up some. Again, he gave me lots of lovely orgasms, which helped my mood. We fucked with me on top and after I had gotten myself on the edge of orgasm, but before I broke down and begged to come, he told me to come. I came and my body convulsed with pleasure. After my vaginal muscles pushed his cock out I kept coming and spasming. He held me close to him and slapped my ass a bit and I just kept right on coming. It is absolutely amazing what he can do to me.
He had me get the archer wand and my bullet vibe. I rubbed the vibe against my clit as he slid the cool glass along the opening to my cunt. He gently slid the bulbous end into me. I could feel it against my g-spot as he jiggled it in and out. Before long I was moaning and desperate to come. He gave me the command, and I came long and hard. I had to try to stifle my screams as it was late but it was so hard to quiet down. I was lost in multiple amazing orgasms. He’s very good to me.
He fucked me some more from behind, then he lubed up my asshole and played with it while he fucked me. He planned to fuck me up the ass but somehow he couldn’t get the right spot. He pushed against me but it wouldn’t go in. It felt like he was just slightly off from the opening. I’m a little sore from the pushing. He decided it wasn’t worth the effort since it wasn’t going in easily. He apologized for the soreness when I told him about it last night. With him there’s definitely a difference between intentional pain and unintentional pain.
I have such a peculiar life. I’ve been spending about three nights a week at MasterDoc’s lately. I feel very much at home in his place, and of course I feel at home in my actual home. I spend nearly as much time at his place as I do at home. This poly thing is certainly different - different men, different nights, different abodes. I regularly pack an overnight bag, and I go to work from different places on a regular basis. I’m not complaining one bit, as I’m very happy. But it’s definitely unconventional and I realize that. It’s a strange life to be living out of a backpack a few nights a week. I’ve kept toiletries at MasterDoc’s for a while now, so I don’t have to pack everything I need every time I go over there. It feels like a second home. I don’t know how he’s going to react to me saying that, as recently I accidentally referred to going to his place after work as “going home” and he was a bit taken aback by that. (Quite honestly, any place I’m staying/going to after work can be referred to as “home.” It’s like work and home are opposites. If I’m not at work, then I’m at “home.”) I certainly do feel at home at his place, but I never forget that it’s not my actual home. My home is where my stuff is, and where I pay rent, and where I share life with Davey. But it’s kinda nice to feel at home at two places, just like it’s nice to feel loved by two men. I like this poly thing.
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