Car accidents suck

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately but I was in a gawd awful accident on my way to work almost three weeks ago; happened on May 30, 2017.

I was approximately 1.5 miles away from work – about a mile from the exit I needed to take in order to get to work – I was going approximately 70 to 72 miles an hour. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw someone behind me plowing towards me. I tried speeding up a little but that did nothing since someone was in front of me and I couldn’t go into the right lane (it’s a 4 lane highway; 2 lanes in both directions separated by a grassy median). The driver lost control of his car, went into the median, bounced back onto the road, hitting me. The impact was so hard that I had to fight to stay in my lane but I ended up in the grassy median.

I tried getting out of my car but I had to slam my body into the door to get it open and took a few tries to get it open but it eventually happened. I tried to see if I could help the other driver but he was alive but NOT really responsive. I went back to my car to call my brother aka my boss to let him know but he didn’t answer. I eventually texted him to check his voicemail and he did. He told me to get to the hospital ASAP. A witness came up to me to see if I was ok. I told him that I was in shock but I thought I was ok; he said that the other driver had to be going 80 to 90 miles an hour. Cops were called and they arrived not too much longer.

The ambulance came but ended up taking the other driver first. That had to put him on a back brace and a neck brace before he was put on a stretcher. A second one was called and brought me to the hospital as well. The hospital took X-rays and told me that the x-rays were fine but to go home, take Tylenol and Aleve and use heating pads. I was a little pissed at that.

My family came to pick me up and take me home. As soon as I got home, I showered and called the car insurance company to start a claim so that the ER visit would be covered by my insurance. They took care of everything.

The very next night I was coughing up blood, had stabbing pain in my abdomen and my neck. My step dad took me to our local hospital to get checked out. Once admitted to the ER, they set me up with an IV that contained saline solution to keep me hydrated, Morphine and Toradol for the pain and something else for my stomach. Not much longer, I coughed up a little more blood. The nurse took my blood and a urine sample. Eventually I was brought down for an MRI. That was read and they found “blunt force trauma” to my abdomen where the lap part of the seatbelt caught me and an old break of my tail bone. The ER doctor prescribed something for my stomach and Percocet for the pain.

I was discharged 6 hrs later and we went home. Once home, I passed out cold for a few hours. My step dad brought me to the pharmacy so I could drop off my prescriptions and then he dropped me off to so I could pick up a rental car. It took some time to get the paper work since I was spacing out from being tired. I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up my meds and then went home. I ended up taking both meds.

The following Monday – June 5, 2017 – I returned to work but only a part day and Tuesday was also a part day. The rest of the week, I was back on full work days. Friday June 9^th, I went to my primary doctor before work. He said that the reason why my back was still in so much pain was because my L2 (my second lumbar vertebrae) was compressed and the muscles around it were all knotted up. He prescribed another medication for my stomach and prescribed a muscle relaxant. On my way to work, I went to go pick them up. After a long week, I couldn’t wait to leave that night and go home.

As soon as I got home, I showered, got water for my night stand and took a muscle relaxant. Within 30 minutes, I was out cold until 2 pm. I was slow in getting up, showering, and slowly making my way downstairs. My mom and step dad didn’t want me to do any heavy lifting. After eating, I did some dusting and went to bed and slept until dinner. After dinner, I went back to bed. I slept most of Sunday as well.

Monday I returned to work and worked a full week. Friday night – last night – I went to the local chain drug store to grab a few things for my vacation in a week from Father’s Day and ran into my brother’s orthopedic surgeon. He knew something was off right away. He gave me his office number and told me to call first thing in the morning to make an appointment for Tuesday. I spoke with the answering service. Within 20 minutes, I received a call back. The receptionist told me that the surgeon told her to call me right away so I can come in. She was very pleasant to me and very respectful but at the same time it sounded like she had this tone in her voice like: “Who the heck is she to get special/preferential treatment from one of the top orthopedic surgeons in the state?” Little did she know that the surgeon considers both my brother and I as family.

The surgeon is a well respected man who takes his time with each of his patients, has a great bedside manner, makes sure each of his patients is heard and respected, and can put any of his patients back in one piece. 

Weekend getaway

Recently I took some time off of work; ended up with a three day weekend. I had told C and it ended up that he had those three days off as well. We decided to drive a few states south where it was warmer. Don’t start thinking that it was a romantic few days – it wasn’t. It was just a few days of us – as friends – getting away from work, life and having fun. A few months back, C had said that he’d like to cuddle a little bit under the stars before having sex, so I’d rented a small cottage like house that didn’t have close neighbors.

                We left early in the morning – about 6 or 7 – and arrived by 1 pm. He drove while I snoozed; I’m like a baby/young child who naps only in a moving car!! It was quick to unload the car and walked a little bit into town to a small café to grab lunch and grabbed a few things for dinner then headed back to the cottage.

                He grabbed some blankets for us to lie on as I grabbed some wine that I threw in the freezer to chill, a wine opener and a few wine glasses. It felt glorious to lie out in the sun and day drink, occasionally dozing. When we weren’t dozing or day drinking, we’d fuck not caring how loud we were; we did scare some wild life away but we laughed at that!

                After a while we eventually went in as the mosquitoes started to bite and I had made us dinner. We joked and went back & forth about to watch as we ate and drank more wine. We finally settled on a Will Ferrell movie that had us both in stitches. We cleaned up the kitchen, grabbed a few more blankets and those gross smelling citronella candles so we wouldn’t have more annoying bugs.

                By the time we were finished getting ready and opening up another bottle of wine – was this the fourth or fifth bottle? I can’t remember – the stars started to come out. I started to strip even though was a little chilly but I knew that between the cuddling, the blankets and us having sex, I’d warm up. C followed suit. Despite being on the heavier side – and him being more on the healthy and athletic side – I feel very comfortable with him seeing me butt naked.

                Once we were ready, we were off to cuddle/spoon or whatever you want to call it. It felt nice. I do have my protective side and we had bickered a little bit about who’s the big spoon vs. little spoon but he won out and he’s the big spoon but I actually enjoy it. He’s slowly teaching me patience and that I don’t always have to be the protector. We lay like that for a while, talking, drinking and looking at the stars. It’s peaceful, listening to the crickets; joking that the people on the airplanes above us can see us.

                C shifts my one leg behind me and on top of his hip, thrusting his hard, pulsating cock in my dripping wet cunt, spreading me. He pushes my hair off of my neck, kissing my neck, sending shivers down my spine; eventually gently biting me where my neck and shoulder meets. I yelp in pleasure, spreading my legs even further, “Yes, Daddy,” I moan as he rolls me onto my stomach.

“That’s my Deviant Kitten,” C says as he’s thrusting deeper into my cunt. “Show me what I do to you, my deviant, deviant kitten. Show me how much I please you!”

“Yes, Daddy!” I moan and raise my hips up so he can see my juices pouring out of me and so he can go deeper. “Do you see how wet you make me, Daddy? You feel so good in me, stretching my tight cunt!”

“Fuck, DK,” C says as he pulls out and helps me roll to my back, ramming his cock into my cunt. “Your tight cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock!”

“Daddy,” I say, panting. “Please choke me tonight! I’m a bad girl!”

“No, DK,” he said. “You’re not getting choked tonight. You’re getting something else!”

“Hmmmm?” I say, wondering what’s going on in his head. “What am I getting instead?”

“You’ll find out later, DK,” he panted. “Gotta make you cum!”

C distracts me by kissing my neck, tugging my hair and fucking me in my favorite positions. We finish together and I go back to being the little spoon. After dozing off a little bit, I notice that the citronella candle has been used up and the bugs are out again. I wake up C so we can grab the blankets and get in before we both get bitten by bugs.

After tossing the blankets in the washing machine, we go upstairs. I stop in my tracks to ask C what I was getting. He told me he hired a protective services team to keep me safe.

“Wait. What the FUCK do you mean that you’ve hired private security guards for me? I’m not a multi billionaire or anything. I’m worth whatever my assets are; like my car and whatever’s in my bank! What. The. Actual. Fuck?” I state.

“It’s to keep you safe,” he said. “Not to keep you safe from your clumsy self but to protect you from those who wish you harm. I swear to you that there is someone after you. Please understand that I want you safe and protected.”

“Was there anyone following us here? Anyone outside with us, hearing and seeing us?” I demand. I can’t explain to him how upset I am. “C, I’ve had people after me before. I’ve protected myself from the nut jobs who wanted me either severely hurt or dead. I can take care of myself. If you hadn’t driven us here, I’d demand that you leave and that I’d stay here but I’m not that mean.”

“Babe,” he said, leading us into the master bathroom. “It’s my understanding that this guy is more dangerous than anyone you’ve dealt with before. He’s an professional sharpshooter that’s trained with multiple foreign countries and their militaries; he does NOT miss a shot.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass of how dangerous this man is. Clearly he’s got the wrong person,” I state. “I have no secrets, I don’t work for any government, I keep to myself. If he wants to kill me, he’s invited to show his face to me, look me in the eye and try to kill me.”
“Please, babe,” he explains. “He’s closer to you than you think. You know who he is. It’s your uncle.”

“C,”I said as I stepped into the shower. “My uncles – my parents’ siblings – are deceased. You’re over exaggerating.”

                C let it go as we showered and got ready for bed. I went down to the kitchen to get us both a glass of water and when I went back up, C was staring at a picture and he looked as if he saw a ghost.

“What is it?” I ask. “You see a ghost?”

“No,” he said. “Something woke you up while we were outside and you went to investigate it. Someone took pictures of you in the brushes searching for whatever created the noise. Look at these and tell me you don’t seem concerned for your safety?”

“Let me see,” I say reaching for the photos. “These photos are of me just investigating the noise. It’s no big deal. It’ll be a big deal seeing me photo shopped as dead in a photo; which has happened in the past. This is nothing to worry about!”

“But…….” C began.

“No buts, hot stuff!” I said. “It’s time for bed.”

                We crawled into bed; C as the big spoon and me as the little spoon. Before I fell asleep, I felt C pull me closer to him, like he was personally trying to keep me safe.

An update on me

It’s been a bit of an interesting two months or so since I had surgery. It was difficult to get back to work with the use of just one hand but the staff had been wonderful in helping me out when possible. After the larger bandaging came off, it was easier but I had some difficulty because I had a small bandage on my finger; the pain was terrible but manageable after a shit load of pain killers. The doctor had prescribed something that knocked me out on my ass; if I drove with it in my system and got pulled over, I’d either be arrested or given a ticket. Something I wasn’t willing to do.

Anyways, the pain level is next to zero but on cold, rainy/snowy days there’s some pain and stiffness; I have to force my finger to straighten and keep stretching my finger throughout the day and the occasional Tylenol.

In mid January, I had an appointment with a sleep specialist to see why I couldn’t sleep (this is after YEARS of telling family that I can’t sleep). Within a few minutes of meeting with this doctor I was diagnosed with Sleep Apnea; it’s a medical condition that causes people to NOT breathe while they sleep and can be often deadly. To be officially diagnosed, one has to have a sleep study and have at least 5 interruptions an hour.  He’s been a sleep specialist/pulmonologist for years and said that it was easy to diagnose me (where my throat and mouth meet are supposed to be at a 90 degree angle but it’s a 45 degree angle, etc).

As I was checking out of the office, I spoke with a receptionist and was able to get a sleep study machine sent to my house last week. When I received it, I set it up as per the directions. The next morning, I sent it back. Within a matter of days, I was told that there were barely any results and they’d sent another machine which I received yesterday and used it last night. Hopefully this machine was up to par and able to get results. I should be receiving the results and a follow up with the doctor 7 to 10 business days from when the company who sent the machine downloads the results; they’ll sent the results to the doctor, the doctor’s office will read the results, will call me to set up a follow up appointment and tell me what the next step is.

Please think positive thoughts, have your fingers crossed and whatever else you guys do that my sleep apnea is NOT bad.

A little update

I had minor surgery on my left middle finger 3 weeks ago to remove a benign growth. The Sunday before the surgery, C had texted me. I was a little wary of him texting me after us not having contact for about 10 days. Since then, we've been texting on and off kind of reconciling.
He wanted an update everyday about how I was healing and the pain level I was dealing with. I told him whenever he asked. That helped me open back up to him. He genuinely cared about how the pain was and the ability of using my finger.
We've pretty much reconciled 100% but it's a work in progress

C is an amazing person

I’ve been pretty sick for the past three weeks. Been feeling bad for C. Just too tired to meet with him and too afraid to get him sick. We miss seeing each other and enjoying each other but he understands that I don’t want to get him sick. As much as he appreciates it, he misses me and I miss him. It’s hard because we’re used to seeing each other 2 to 5 days a week. Once I started feeling better, I was, of course, welcomed back with open arms to his apartment. It felt like I was home again.

We enjoyed each other again but I kind of feel bad for his roommate. C has me screaming his name when we have sex and we do have sex several times a night; the poor guy barely gets any sleep when I’m at the apartment so he ends up getting a hotel room for the night. Honestly? It’s hard for me to be quiet when C and I have sex. He knows how to pleasure me; get my body going. Sometimes it can just be a look or a smile and I’m wet; my nipples get hard. One of the many great things to be with C sexually is that his member fits me perfectly; like his member was made just for me…..but I remember – with a chuckle - that he and I are just FWB. He’s a super awesome man and would make an amazing husband. Whomever he marries is one hell of a lucky woman. As long as she treats him like a king that he is, he will treat her like a queen.  Sorry readers; I’m not the marrying type….or the mom type.

Yesterday at work, he and I were texting a little bit. He could just tell that I wasn’t having the greatest day. He knows of my depression and I was vague in the past about the ghosts of my past. He offered to listen and I know him well enough by now that he sincerely meant it. I told him another time I’ll share with him. When I got home last night, I told him that I arrived safely. We chatted a bit before I fell asleep.

As soon as I woke up this morning, I started texting him again. He called me with FaceTime. He called me a cute raccoon. C, as always, was very caring and asked how I was doing. Told him I was the same as last night before going to bed. After chatting for a few minutes, he had to go run a few errands and I wanted to get chores down around the house and sleep. I decided to shower first since my errands were simple (vacuuming, dusting, etc). As I was showering, I was contemplating whether or not I should tell him the ghosts of my past. If I didn’t, how would I explain why I woke up from night terrors or whatever else wakes me in the middle of a dead cold sleep? I thought it would be best that I tell him.

After getting dressed, I shared with him the past – going over what was needed to be said, skipping what wasn’t needed – and C being C, he was incredibly caring and sensitive. He reminded me who I am and who I am not; he knows me so well that he told me that knows what I really want – a family.

I’m very lucky to have C in my life. As he reminds me: “No matter what happens between us, we’ll always have a friendship.” As I said earlier, whomever he marries is one hell of a lucky lady. Awesome person, awesome lover, awesome friend.

An adventure part 3

I met with C last night and it was gloriously wonderful as always. I was looking forward all day to spend time with him as was he looking forward to spending time with me.

The address he gave me was for a strip club instead of the hotel. I called the hotel asking for an address that I can put into my GPS and they gave it to me. My GPS took me all over but to the hotel. There was a back entrance to it but I was taken to the front entrance. I had to cross over 4 lanes of traffic to pull into a car dealership. I threw my 4 ways on and illegally backed up until I was able to pull into the entrance of the hotel that way. I couldn’t check in with out C there since he booked the hotel with his name and paid for it. So after talking to the woman at check in, I went to the bar that’s attached to the hotel.

“Hey. Can I get whatever on tap, please?” I ask as I sit down on one of the bar stools. “It’s been a long day!”

The bar tender grabs me whatever beer that he pours. He told me what it was but can’t remember what it is now. It was decent but not great. As I was drinking it, C and I were texting back and forth about he can get to the hotel with the address I was given over the phone. He ran into the same issue I did and he did what I did to get into the parking lot. He texts me to ask me to go meet him outside. I pay my tab and go. When I go outside, I notice he parked near me. It seems like he always purposely parks near me.

“Hey, babe,” he says as he leans down to kiss me, slipping me some tongue. “How are you? Thanks for giving me the correct address.”

“Hey, baby,” I said leaning into his kiss, moaning. “I’m good; glad to see you. No problem.”

We walk into the lobby to check in.

“Good evening,” said the woman at check in. “C? Ready to check in?”

“Yes,” he said, looking at me.

After a few minutes, we’re ready to go to our room. Once we get in, I drop my bag of things and he follows suit. He closes the blinds since we’re on the first floor. As soon as I start taking off my clothes, he interrupts me.

“What are you doing,” he asks me, kissing me and squeezing my tits. “I’ll be in charge of stripping the both of us!”

“Yes, Daddy!” I moan as he kisses me and squeezes my tits. “You’re always in control, Daddy!”

He lays me on the bed, lies on top of me and my spread legs. He takes my arms and pulls them over my head, kissing me and dry humping me. His one hand is holding my hands over my head as he’s kissing me, stroking my tits and cunt through my clothes.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “Fuck me hard and punish me, Daddy!”

“Why should I punish you, my deviant?” C asked me

“Because I played with my wet cunt a few hours ago,” I said. “I came hard and screamed your name.”

He rips my clothes off as I rip his off. We stare at each other for a second than he devours my mouth with his, ramming his hard cock into my cunt.

“Deviant. You’re getting punished tonight,” he said as he’s thrusting his cock in my cunt as hard as he can. “You knew you were going to see me tonight and yet you still played with yourself. You know better. You know that Daddy takes care of all your needs!”

“Yes, Daddy. I know. I’m sorry,” I said, panting. “It won’t happen again!”

“Damn. Straight. It. Won’t. Deviant,” he growled.

“YES, DADDY!” I scream as I orgasmed, covering his beautiful cock with my juices. “Yes, Daddy. It won’t happen again!”

He flips me over so he can take me from behind. In no time, I’m orgasming and screaming his name again. He’s still pounding into my cunt from behind for a long time then I feel him shooting a massive load deep into me, screaming my name. C has some kind of power over me to make me orgasm so fast and hard for him.  Whatever the power he has, I like it.

I roll out of bed and hop into the shower. When I get out, he has food that he brought for us ready. He spoils me.

After we eat, we hop into bed and watch TV. I curl up in his arms and start feeling sleepy. He tells me to get comfortable so I get into the little spoon position. He starts stroking my hair and after what seemed like a few minutes’ rest, he pushed me gently away from him and then “mounts” me from behind to wake me up.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. “Ride my pussy. I’m Daddy’s little slut. Fuck yes, Daddy. You feel SO good in me. Fuck me like a whore that I am!”

C switches me in gawd knows how many different positions. After a bit, his hand is on my throat. I had a crazy idea. I asked him to fuck me until I passed out. He loved the idea and reached around me to grab my vibrator. He thrusts his hard cock in my cunt and then puts my vibrator in my cunt as well.

He starts thrusting hard and harder as the vibrator gets him closer to cumming. He reaches his hand out to place a gentle hold on my neck to keep my head in place for when I pass out.

“Daddy,” I begin. “I’m ready…….”

“Let go, baby,” C whispered. “Let go.”

I let go and pass out.
“Baby, come back,” C begs, stroking my cheek. “Baby. Please come back. Baby….?”

“Daddy?” I ask. “Why do you look so worried? Mmmmm. Baby, you feel so good!”

“My little deviant,” C said. “You worried me, babe. It took you long to come back to me. Don’t do that again!”

“Ok, baby,” I said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

As C is still gently fucking me, he starts kissing me gently. I start moaning in pleasure. I know C was worried about me and didn’t want to hurt me.

“Baby? I’m ok,” I said. “You don’t need to be careful when you fuck me. I’m not going to break.”

“I know you’re ok. Just don’t want to give you too much right now. I know you’re not fragile,” he said. “Deviant, I want you to enjoy this right now, ok?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.

He picks up speed and force as he fucks me, finally feeling comfortable enough after I came to. A few minutes later, we orgasm together.  We catch our breath, take a breather.

“Babe,” I said. “I’m hopping into the shower, ok?”

“Ok, doll,” he said. “I’ll join you in a second.”

Not long after I hop into the shower, C joins me. He grabs the shampoo and washes my hair and follows suit with the conditioner. I try to stop him but he tells me it’s his pleasure to. After he rinses my hair, he grabs the soap and takes care of my body.  I step in the hot water to rinse off, grabbing the soap from him. I take my time lathering his glorious body. By the time I get to his waist, I can tell that he’s as hard as a rock. I tease his cock with my hand a little bit.

As he rinses off, I drop to my knees and begin sucking his cock. I suck him for a solid 10 to 15 minutes before he cums. He takes a long time shooting out his massive load down my throat.

“Damn, my little deviant,” C said. “You know how to make a man feel special, taking that load down your throat.”

“It’s my pleasure, Daddy,” I say as I get out of the shower and dry off.

He follows suit and we go to bed for a little bit. I’m the little spoon and he’s the big spoon. I know that he and I are just friends with benefits, I think it’s really sweet that not only does he take care of my needs, makes sure I’m ALWAYS the little spoon but he is always a gentleman; opening my car door and other doors for me, making sure I get home ok, etc.

“Mmm, babe,” I say as he wakes me up as he enters my wet cunt from behind. “Fuck, you feel so good. Your cock is amazing!”

“Your cunt is perfect,” he pants as he thrusts deep inside me. “I enjoy fucking you to wake you up, my deviant. Even when you’re asleep, you’re ready for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say. “I’m always ready for you!”

An adventure; part 2

I couldn’t keep you guys holding with suspense from my adventure with C. I had two fantasies that I’ve shared with him over the past week or so. One, being picked up from a bar. Two, being fucked until I pass out.
We successfully fulfilled the first fantasy Saturday night. I dressed up in a casual black dress and heels. I went to the bar, ordered a drink or two, ordered some food and then this older guy started hitting on me. I used the boyfriend stood me up line, yada yada yada. C came to save the day. He looked so damn fine, cologne on point. He sat two seats to the left of me, trying to get my attention. He knew I’d be an easy pick up for him. I could tell that this older guy was getting a little upset that I was giving more attention to C than I was to him.

After having a few drinks, two for him and four for me, he asked if I wanted to get out of there. I said yes. We paid our checks and he helped me off my chair and out the door. He asked if I could drive and I said if I changed my shoes, I could. He said that there’s no way that he’s going to let me drive even if I change my shoes.

He takes my hand and helps me to his car. He opens the passenger door and I cum immediately. He gets in and starts driving. I’m more buzzed than I realize and I’m not paying attention to where he’s going. After a brief amount of time, he stops the car, tells me to wait for a minute. I close my eyes and doze off. He comes back a few minutes later, turning off the car and helps me out of the car. I realized he got us a room. It turned me on so much.

We walk in, hand in hand. The receptionists looked at me with jealousy in their eyes. We get into the elevatator and we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. By the time we got to our floor, he gorgeous cock was out of pants and my dress was hiked up past my hips. The bell rang for our floor and as the door opened, a 6’3 massively muscular guy saw how we were. I told him that we were at a wedding, got a little trashed and were very horny. He looked very appreciatively at me and looked at C with jealousy.

As we got into the room, we were ripping each other’s clothes off. We couldn’t even make it to the bed. He leans me over the desk, spreads my legs and thrusts his perfect penis deep in my wet pussy. He pounds into me relentlessly. I feel his heavy balls slapping me as he fucks me. He feels like he’s pounding at my pussy like a jack hammer at work. He feels so good inside my wet and tight pussy.

“Oh god yes, Daddy!” I scream. “Fuck me good like a whore that I am!”

“Yes, my deviant kitten,” he moans. “You’re my whore. Nobody touches you but me. Right, kitten?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I scream. “I’m yours! No one can fuck me but you, Daddy. I belong to you!”

He continues to fuck me from behind me some more. He cums in me and takes several long moments to dump his cum in my wet pussy. He shoots such a large load of cum in my pussy, I feel it hit my cervix. When he finishes cumming in me, he carries me to the bed; knowing I can’t walk due to us fucking, especially with the heels I was still wearing.

“Oh, kitten,” he said as he kisses my body. “You feel so good to me. Your body is perfect and responds to me. I could spend forever fucking you!”

“Daddy,” I whisper as I start stroking his cock. “Follow me to the shower. I want to show you something I want to try.”

“In a moment, baby, in a moment,” C said as he flipped me over onto my stomach, face down, ass up. “There’s something else we need to try tonight.”

He slides his perfect cock into my ass and I let out a scream of pleasure. He knows he hit my ass at the right angle to get me screaming only he knows how to. I love when he fucks my ass hard and deep. In no time, he had me cumming. I know he wasn’t done; he still needed to come.

I lift my ass a little higher. He knew that I wanted him to fuck my pussy. He slides easily into my wet pussy. I feel like he’s going to stretch me with his cock. As he fucks me, he switches me into all different sexual positions. It felt amazing. The last position he had me was in missionary…..

“Fuck yes, my little deviant kitten,” he moans as he rides me, grabbing onto my tits. “Yes, my kitten. You belong to me. Only I fuck you, baby!”

“Yes, Daddy!” I scream. “I’m your kitten. I’ll always be yours. No one else can touch me!”

“Kitten!” he screams has his massive load hits my cervix again. He’s still pounding me as he came. I’m close to passing out. He knew……he just knew.

He pulled out and gave me some time to gather my bearings. Once I’m ready, he helps me up and leads me to the shower. He gets the water to the right temperature and helps me in. I drop to my knees and put his entire cock into my mouth. I suck him for a solid 30 minutes and then he shoots another massive load but this time down my throat. It was such a big load, I felt like I might drown but he tasted so good.

We turned off the water, toweled off and got dressed. I was a little wobbly but he helped me down to his car. As we drove to drop me off to his car, I slid my panties off and put them in his cup holder. He was a little distracted but was focused again.

Once we arrived back at the bar, he turned off his car, opened my car door for me and led me to car. He took my car keys, unlocked my car, opened the door and handed me my car keys. As I was getting in, he stopped me….

“Deppgrl?” he asks.

“Yes, babe?” I reply.

“Please let me know when you get home ok. I worry about you as you have a long distance to go,” he said.

“No problem,” I reply.

We lean in for a quick peck and he helps me get in. I drive off as does he in an opposite direction. When I get home, I let him know. He was appreciative. I then did something that I normally don’t do; I texted my best friend telling her that I have a little crush on C.

An adventure; pt 1

A few months ago, I met someone at a friend’s apartment. He's of Hispanic and Asian heritage, about 6 feet tall, 160 to 180 pounds and absolutely NO ass. Thought he was absolutely gorgeous but didn’t think of much of it at the time. I had just ended a relationship with someone a few weeks prior. Until he texted me recently

We were texting one Sunday night a few weeks ago and we were trying to figure out when to meet to hook up. That night we decided that the following night, we'd get a hotel and spend the night. I told him that he didn't have to spend the night if he didn't want to. He said that he'd like to since he was paying for the room. I chuckled and had to agree with him on that.

That Monday, I was full of anticipation of leaving work so I could meet up with him with the time I told him I'd be getting out. We were texting furiously back and forth all day. My brother knew that I was pretty antsy all day and wanting to get out; he knew something was going on with me and I'm sure he knew what it was but didn't say anything until I left. As I was running out the door, he shouted: "Have fun, be safe! Don't forget to use the Mace if you need to!" I laughed and replied with: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Love you too, bro!!" He loves me and I know he does but sometimes it's hard for him to say it to me sometimes because as my boss, he doesn't like to show much emotion.

I drive the 8 to 10 minutes to the hotel, park in the back and text C that I'm there and just getting my stuff out of the car. He comes out seconds later to help me with my stuff. We got into the room and I kicked off my shoes with an "Omph!" and collapsed on the couch with a thud. 

"Deppgrl, you ok, babe?" he asks.

"Just tired, C. Hope I satisfy you," I said.

"You will," he said as his hands slide up my shirt and starts kissing me down my neck. I can’t help but moan in pleasure. He pulls my shirt and bra off and starts sucking my tits.

“Si, Papi,” I moan as I slide off my shorts and panties. “Just like that!”

I work on taking his shorts and boxers off. It was a little bit of a struggle because he was more dominant than I realized but I liked it and he knew it.

“Easy, kitten,” he said. “You’ll get my cock soon enough. I’ll have you cumming down my cock that it’ll be dripping off my balls!”

In between him sucking my aching tits and eating out my pussy, I was able to slide his shorts and boxers off of him. I get a great look at his amazing penis. I push him off of me and flip him onto his back. I start sucking his gloriously perfect cock.

“My deviant kitten…..don’t ever stop sucking my cock,” he said. “Gawd, yes, baby! Fuck!”

He flips me onto my back, places himself between my legs, puts my ankles on his shoulders and thrust his cock deep inside my wet pussy.

“Fuck yes, Daddy! Fuck my pussy!,” I beg C, screaming. “Fuck me like your whore, Daddy. Ride your whore!”

“My deviant kitten is such a filthy whore! Your pussy is mine! Tell me!” he demands as he gives my pussy a pounding. “Your pussy, mouth and ass are mine, Kitten. You. Are. Mine!”

“Yes, Daddy,” I scream. “My body is yours. Only you fuck me!”

“Fuck, yes. You belong to me. No one else lays a finger on you!” he says, pounding into my pussy even harder. “Kitten. I’m going to cum in your cunt and you’re going to take my load; you’ll love it as your cunt overflows with my cum!”

“OH MY GOD, YES, DADDY!” I scream as I cum.

“Take. My. Entire. Load.” he said. “You’ll love it, too!”

He twisted me into a shit load amount of positions as he kept fucking me into oblivion. I knew he was cumming.

“Oh, Kitten. Take my load. I’m going to fill you so much,” he said. “Fuck. Your wet pussy feels so good; so wet and tight around my cock!”

He blows a load deep in my cunt that I feel it hitting my cervix. It takes him several minutes to unload his cum in me.
We fell asleep and when I woke up, I knew I wouldn't be able to walk due to the hours of sex we had

To be continued…….

New but old beau

I finally saw my FWB the other night. It’d been 343 days since the last time we saw each other. Between my work schedule, him going to Europe for the fall semester, being home for a week for Christmas, going back to school, and just missing each other for Easter Break/spring break.

The second we saw each other, we were kissing and ripping each other’s clothes off as fast as possible. As soon as I could, I wrapped my mouth around his cock and started sucking him like I was hungry just for him. Seconds later, he was moaning and screaming my name as he shot a large load down my throat. He was still very hard for me after he came.

“Oh my god, Deppgrl. I love how your small mouth feels wrapped around my cock. All I want is unload loads in you all day,” he said.

“Oh, baby,” I said. “You could fill me as often as you’d like!”

“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded. “You’ve been naughty and need to have your cunt rammed into! Your cunt belongs to me!”

“Fuck me!,” I beg. “Oh god, baby! Just like that!”

He flips me over and I land on my hands and knees. He entered my pussy from behind. As he was thrusting hard into me he chants my name “Deppgrl. Deppgrl. Deppgrl. Deppgrl,” I know he’s close.

“I’m close,” I say.

“Deppgrl!” he screams my name as he shoots another large load and nips my shoulder with his teeth.

He’s still shaking a quite a bit and I can still feel him shooting his load in my pussy. I collapse on the grass and catch my breath. He’s still in me and is still on top of me. Once he catches his breath, he starts gently thrusting in and out of my sore pussy.

“Babe?” he asks.

“Yeah?” I reply.

“I want your ass now. That ok?” he asks.

“It’s always fine,” I say. I reach to my purse to get lube. “Here, boo. Here’s some lube.”
“My cock is dripping wet from your gloriously wonderful pussy. I don’t need it,” he said as he helps me to get back to my hands and knees. “You ready, baby?

Before I could tell E that I was ready, he slams his cock into my ass.

“Hell, yes, baby!” I scream.

He knows not to tease me when he fucks my ass so he gets down to fucking my ass. Between the two of us, I’m not sure who loves it more. It doesn’t matter.

“Oh, god, babe!” he moans. “I’m about to cum!”

“I’m cumming again,” I said. “Fill me!”

As he’s shooting his biggest load, he kisses my back several times. He’s NEVER done that before!!

I collapse and he cums with me since he’s still inside me. After catching my breath, I disengage and start getting dressed. As we’re ready to go our separate ways, he shocks me.

“Babe. I don’t mean to be booty calling you but I need to get going,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Trust me. I totally get it. We’re fuck buddies. We fuck and walk away,” I said.

“It isn’t that. I actually like you,” he said as I gave him a quizzical look. “I like you as a person.”

“Oh,” I said as I kissed him good night. He slipped me some tongue. “Good night, boo.”

“Lemme know when you get home ok,” he said.

“I will,” I replied.

By the time I got home and got ready for bed, I was too exhausted and worn out to remember. Three hours later my phone chirps with a text asking if I got home ok. It woke me up enough to see who it was but too tired to respond. Moments later my phone was ringing.

“’Lo?” I said mostly asleep.

“Did you get home ok?” E asked me. “You were supposed to let me know that you got home ok, babe.”

“Sorry. Home now. Was sleeping. Night, babe,” I replied.

“But you were supposed to let me know,” he said.

“I know. Very tired then, super tired now. ‘Night, babe,” I said

“Night, babe,” he said. “Love you.”

“K,” I said. “Night!”

I hung up and fell back asleep.

I'm an idiot. Again. Part 3

I had to tell him that I was done but I had to find the right words. I sighed.
"Look. I need to end this immediately with you," I said. "This - us - is over."
"Why?" he asked.
"I need someone to call my own. I no longer want to share a man; especially one who is married and has children. You need to let me go, mi amore," I say.
"I'll let you go even though I don't want to. You are my life, my love, my everything. I love you enough to let you go so you can be happy with someone worthy of your love," he said.


Finally, I was free.

I'm an idiot. Again. Part 2

“Care to explain this?,” he asked me.

“Babe. I love you with everything I’ve got but I can’t have your kids,” I said. “I know you love me too but you have a wife and kids. I don’t want to mess that up anymore than I already have!”

“Mami, I won’t leave my wife and you know that. I want us to be connected forever; I want you to have my kids” he said.

“Amore, please…..I’d give anything to be with you forever but that’s not the way I want to do,” I explain. “If you weren’t married already, I’d marry you in a heartbeat and have your kids. But you’re married and have kids already. I can’t do that to your wife and kids.”

“Mama, please……..” he begs.

“Papa, please. You’re making this harder for me,” I say

“What’s going on, Mama? What’s gonna be harder for you?” he asked.

“Mi amore…….I can no longer do this with you. I love you….in love with you. I know that you love me too but Papa, you have a wife and two beautiful kids. I know that you won’t ever leave them and I wouldn’t dare ask you to leave them to be with me. Papa, it’s time for us to say good bye,” I said.

“But, Mama…….my wife knows. She isn’t happy with it and wants to leave me,” he said. “She knows that I’m in love with the both of you.”

“She had you first. I had you last. I’m sure there were plenty of women before me and I’m sure there’ll be plenty of women after me. Good bye, mi amor. Siempre tendras mi corazon ,” I said as I walked out of the door and out of his life.

When I got to my car, I broke down crying. It was the hardest decision I had to make. Please don’t get me wrong, I’ll always be in love with my married lover; he’ll always have a piece of my heart. At the same time, he’s married to another woman and has two kids with her. I would feel guilty if I was the one that caused a separation and divorce. I was pretty positive that there were other women besides his wife and I. He never gave me a STD but if he’s will to cheat on his wife with me, there’s a chance that he’d cheat on me with other women IF we were together. Besides, I know what it’s like to be cheated on and to have your heart broken; not to mention trust. Yes, I’m as guilty as my ex who cheated on me but it’s time to step up and be the bigger woman.

I know it’s going be tough for both my married lover and I. He’s got to realize that I’m NOT going to be the woman that will end their marriage. It’ll have to be someone else to do that. It’ll be tough for me because I’m in love with him and I always will.

As I’m driving to work, my phone chirps. Without checking my caller ID, I answer the phone.

“Hello, this is Deppgrl. May I help you?” I say answering my phone.

“Baby…” he begs.

I'm an idiot. Again.

So the married guy that I've screwed a few times wants to come back to work for my brother had called me late the other night. I answered. He asked me where I was staying; he’d known somehow that I wasn’t staying with my brother so I told him where I was staying. He came over and came to the room 10 minutes later. I asked him why he showed up and he said that he wanted to spend the night with me.

"Papí, you know that your wife will find out," I said.

"I don't care," he said. "I want to be with you. I want to be in you!"

"Tonight?" I ask my married lover.

"Mamí, I can’t stop desiring you and pleasing you. No one can satisfy me like you can!” He said. I doubted it but it was worth a try. He ripped my pjs off then ripped his clothes off. He sat down on the bed and asked me to go to my knees. He cock was already hard for me. I sucked & licked his cock, gently using my teeth. In no time, I had him shooting cum down my throat.

Seconds afterwards, he leaned me over the desk and spread my legs. He entered my aching pussy with his still hard cock. As he was fucking me from behind, he was slapping my ass with one hand and playing with my tits with the other hand. Seconds later, he flipped me onto my back, grabbed onto both of my sensitive tits & fucked me. As he fucked my pussy into an oblivion, he kept squeezing my tits harder making me moan in pleasure. It turned him on. He shot jets of cum inside me.

"You're mine tonight, amore," he said as he was filling my womb.

"Yes, baby. I'm only yours," I screamed.

He shoots the last of his cum in my womb as he begins to choke me lightly. I know what's coming next. We've done this before.

"On your knees, mi amor!" He demands. "Suck me like you do!"

I start sucking his glorious cock again. In no time, he's as hard as a rock again.

"Get on all fours," he begged. "Get your ass in the air!"

I do as he commands. Seconds later, he jams his hard cock up my ass.

"Mí amore," he says. "I'm going to ride your ass until you scream my name. Let everyone know who your body belongs to!”

"Yes, Papí!" I scream. "Fill me with cum!"

He continually rams his big, thick cock into my tight ass. With one hand, he's spanking me. I scream in pleasurable pain.

I know he's close to cumming. I'm begging him to ride me harder. As I pass out from pleasure and exertion, I feel him shooting baby batter deep into my ass.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but I come to with him in my pussy. He's taking his time and lovingly sucking my tits.

"Mí amore," he says. "Are you ok, my love?"

"Yes, Papí," I reply. "With you, I'm always okay!"

"I hope I didn't hurt you," he said. "I want you to have my kids, mi amore."

"I'm fine, Papí. If I wanted to stop, I'd say so but you know how much I love when you shoot your hot cum deep inside me!"

“Ugh!” he moans as he thrusts faster and harder into my pussy. “Oh Dios mio, amore. You’re so wet for me. I love you, amore!”

He shudders and spasms for a few more seconds before he shoots cum deep into my womb for the last time that night. We lay like that, his cock still inside me and our bodies still intertwined. As soon as he falls asleep, I slowly get up so I don’t disturb him. I reach into my purse and take out the emergency contraceptive to take it. Once I took it, I grabbed a robe, took the packaging and went to a garbage can in the hallway to discard of evidence. I didn’t want him knowing that I don’t plan on having his children. As I make my way back to the room, I call my doctor to ask him if he could renew my prescription for an IUD birth control.

“What’s this?” he asks me holding a piece of paper from the packaging I forgot to discard.

“About that, amore….” I begin

Screw my life

You know that guy that I had sex with not too long ago just behind where he works??? Well, he's reached out to my brother to see if he could come back to work for him. My brother said that he wasn't sure but I'm hearing from the guys that this guy is DEFINITELY coming back. I can't go to my brother and say: "Hey! So what's going on with this guy?" because then my brother would be putting 2 and 2 together. I'll just wait to hear from this guy if he's definitely coming back or wait to see.

What on earth do I get myself into??

I swear I’m in need of a brain transplant or something. Just before Christmas, I bought a bottle of Hornitos for the married man that I’ve written about several times. Well, a few weeks ago I texted him saying that I have a bottle of Hornitos that I wanted to give him for Christmas. It took a few texts over the past few weeks to arrange it. We finally agreed for last night at 9. I’d meet him outside towards the back entrance; thought it would be best because nobody needed to know why I was bringing just him a bottle of alcohol.

I ended up having to work for a little bit. As I was on my way over, I realized that I would be cutting it close in the time that I was supposed to meet him due to the fact that I had just left work. I didn’t get a response so I booked it there and parked. Once I got there, I parked and texted him to let him know where my car was. He said ok.

He came out about 10 minutes later, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The kiss on the cheek was a little bit of a surprise because the last time we saw each other, he didn’t do it. We were talking a little bit but I just couldn’t say things that made sense.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t speak when you’re around” I said.

“Why? I’m like everyone else” he said.

“You have no idea the power you hold over from me,” I reply.

He gets in my car and pulls out his dick. I get in and start sucking him. He gets so hard so fast for me. Not too long after I start sucking him, he started pushing his hips up and held my head where it was. I had to stop a few times because I have bad gag reflexes. At one point I stopped for almost a second, apologized and apologized, explaining that it was me and not him; he’s perfect and that I suck at sucking. He asked if I had condoms with me and I said yes. He grabbed one out of my purse and walked as I followed with my car.

Once I parked I followed him to the dumpsters. Once I found him, he pushed me up against a fence and stripped his pants off and I followed suit. He saw the tat on my pussy and muttered “Fuck!” as he rammed his hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. I did my best to NOT scream; didn’t want to bring attention to us. He pounded into my pussy until I came three times.

“God, baby, I love how responsive you are. I can’t get enough of you,” he said as I came for the third time. “Lean over that rock”

“You have some kinda power over me, babe. No one can make me cum like you can,” I say as I lean over the rock.

Seconds later, I feel his cock enter my tight ass. I nearly scream in pleasure and he groans. I can tell that he’s close to his climax.

“Good God, baby,” he moans. “Your pussy is always dripping for me and I love it but I love how your tight ass clenches around my cock. Yeah, baby. Just like that!”

I couldn’t form any words because seconds later we came together. He stayed hard inside me as we were catching our breath. He slowly eases out of my ass, puts his pants back on and hands me mine. He keeps an eye on me as I put my pants back on – he knows I’m a little unsteady on my feet after we have sex.

“Hey, babe. Gotta get back to work,” he said as he kisses me. “Give me a minute than head on out.”

“Ok, mi amor,” I said as I kissed him back. “Buenos noches.”

I gave him close to 5 minutes before I left the dumpsters. As I got to my car, I saw him with the bottle of Hornitos talking with his brother. When I drove past, the brother recognized me and gave me a wink. My married man saw it and punched his brother.

After I got home, I was thinking about how I get myself into situations like that. The problem is that when I’m near him, my heart stops beating, I can’t breathe and I can’t think……it’s like my body shorts a fuse or something. I called one of my best friends and she listened to what happened. She wishes I stay away from him but she knows that there’s something between us. I didn’t tell her that I texted him stating how I felt a few weeks ago.

Even now, two days after the fact, I still can’t believe I fucked him near where he works.

I'm an idiot

So I admit that I’m the biggest idiot in the world. Hope you don’t mind me sharing the story with you guys. Saturday, December 13^th, I wasn’t feeling well at all and cancelled all my plans. I wasn’t sure how sick I was but I figured it’d be better if I just stayed home and rested. I texted him to give him a head’s up.

“Hey. I’m not coming in tonight because I’m feeling unwell. Hopefully, next week I’ll be in”.

“Ok. Not a problem. Hope you feel better”.

“Thanks” I said.

About 20 minutes later, I text him again. This shows how I lack finesse when not feeling well! Wait till you hear about my drunk texts! **internal groans**

“Mind if I’m honest with you?”

I don’t hear anything for about 20 minutes so I proceed.

“I know that you’re married and that you love your wife. I just wanted to let you know that I care about you more than I should and I have since the first day I met you. I know that I’m pretty much a no one to you but I also know that you won’t leave your wife but I just wanted to let you know what I was feeling.”

A few hours go by before he says anything. He finally texts me saying “No problem”. Um, ok, right??

 Last night, December 19^th, I went in for a brief dinner. Thankfully nobody told him that I was in. When I ordered, I asked the server NOT to let him know that I was in but I’m sure someone else made him aware.

When my entrée came out, it was obvious that he knew at that point……I’ve seen the dishes that he makes that go out. They look good but not like how mine comes out. Anyways, one bite of my entrée, and I’m in love with the food. I text him saying that the chicken francese is to die for and that it’s the best I’ve had. An hour and a half go by and no word. It was a little busy but I’ve seen him busier than that and still be able to respond to a call or a text but whatever. I finish, order dessert and then pay my bill. I gave the server approximately 41% tip and she had a cow. I love the girl to death; she’s a great server and works her ass off. Not to mention, very gorgeous!! As I left, I texted him saying good night.

I leave and head to a local movie theater to see a new movie. Three quarters of the way through, he finally texts me apologizing to me saying that he was busy. I told that there’s no need to explain because I understand.

                Since I still have the conversation, there’ve been a few times throughout the day that I’ve seen him type because of the “……” symbol but he ends up deleting whatever he writes. I’m not too bothered by it because I’m just someone who cares for him even though I know that I shouldn’t. According to my best friend, I’m in love with this guy. I’m sure that what my friend said isn’t too far off from the truth but at least I’m admitting to I care for him more than I should……..my Hispanic Johnny Depp.

A love interest I can't have

There was a man that worked for my brother that I had a major crush on. He’s the one that left to work for another restaurant. It took me 3 to 4 months to hear his voice, a week later to get his number and three days later to screw him.

In that time, I’ve seen him a few times, ate at the restaurant a few times. First time I went, I wanted to let him know but had no idea how to tell him that I was going in to eat. He was shocked as all get out and texted me. He started out nice and pleasant but after a few minutes later, he became frustrated and we stopped texting.

I’ve gone in a few times since. Most of the time, I’d go in without texting him and then later thanking him for the food. Twice I texted him to let him know I was coming in. The last time I texted him was this past Saturday.

“Hey. I’m going to be coming in tonight to eat. Not sure what time yet. Is that going to be a problem? If it is, I won’t come in,” I say.

“Hey. It’s fine. Just let me know when you get here,” he said.

“Not a problem,” I said.

A few hours go by. I get a haircut and buy some wine. I slowly make my way over to the restaurant. It’s 6:15 when I get there and it’s dead inside.

“Hey,” I said. “Just me and this bottle of wine tonight.”

“Any particular place you want to sit? You wanna be in a booth, a chair; a private area?” the host asked.

“Right there is fine,” I said pointing to a table that sorta looks into the kitchen when the swinging doors open. “It’s fine.”

I followed the host to the table I pointed out and sat down. When the server came to the table, without looking at the menu, I ordered my normal app and another one that I hadn’t had there before. I played on my phone a bit and drank some wine as I was waiting for the apps. I had half of one and the entire app – the one I hadn’t had before while I was there.

A few minutes later, my entrée came to the table. I enjoyed it but not as much as I should’ve; found it too salty from the sausage and possible extra salt added. I ate half of it and had it wrapped. I waited a bit and then ordered dessert and a cappuccino. As I paid the check and was reading a book on the Kindle app on my phone, I received a text from him.

“How was the food?” he asked.

“It was perfect. I’ve always loved what you’ve cooked for me & always will. You know that,” I said. “Knowing that you cooked for me was such a turn on!”

“Thank you very much, mi querida,” he said. “Hopefully, you can pick me up from work one night. Te necesito, bebe!”

When he said that, I blushed and then started kicking myself. He’s a married man, but I'm in love with him.

Everything's getting better.

I ended up bringing the dickwad partially home. He started going off on a rant that I was NOT treating him with the respect he deserves because I’d been ignoring him. I told him that he has no right to say that because he has to earn my respect first in order for me to disrespect him. He asked who the hell I was and I told him that I’m his boss’s kid sister; I don’t give a flying fuck if he likes me, hates me, loves me or not but I’m demanding the respect from him.

He starts yelling at me and disrespecting me, calling me all different kind of names in both English and Spanish. Little does he know that I understand quite a bit of what he’s saying in Spanish.

“Escuchme, puta! El hecho de que nos cogio una vez no te da al derecho de llarme puta, prostituta, y cualquier otra cosa que quieras. Yo so la hermana del jefe. Eres la ayuda. Ya sea que quiera o no, yo so parte de la gestion y puedo tenerte despedido en santiamen. Ni siquiera necesito una razon. Una palabra a mi hermano y te has ido! Usted me faltas el respeto, me gritas o me llamas un nombre una vez mas, te puedo garantizar que en menos de minutes que no tendra un trabajo mas!” I said, telling him that just because we fucked one time doesn’t give him the right to call me names, I’m the boss’s sister, he’s the help; whether he wants to or not he needs to respect me or I can have him fired in a heartbeat, I don’t need a reason just need one word to my brother and less than two minutes, he won’t have a job anymore.

He shut up immediately. A few seconds later, I had the chance to pull over and stopped my car. I told him to get the hell out of my car. He started calling me crazy. I picked up my personal cell phone to call my brother. Before the phone could ring once, the dickwad apologized so I hung up my phone and repeated the request for him to get the hell out of my car. He started to protest. I unbuckled my seatbelt, leaned over him to open the door, unbuckled him, threw his bag out of the car and yelled at him to get the fuck out. He threatened to call the police on me. I asked what the cops are gonna do for him, laugh at him for being an idiot? I told him the police wouldn’t side with him! They’d side with me because I was trying to protect myself from an over sized, over muscled, low IQ thug.

He finally got out, cursing that I kicked him out of my car but I didn’t care. I turned around and headed home. As I was driving home, my brother called me on the business phone he has given me.

“Hey, sis. What’s going on with H? Why did you kick him out of your car on such a cold night?” my brother asked. “I know that you had a good reason!”

“Oh. He thinks that me driving him home means something but it doesn’t. He got mad at me for not giving him the respect he claims he deserves from me. I called him out on that. He started calling me names in English and Spanish so I yelled at him,” I explained.

“What exactly did you tell him?” my brother asked. “He said that you threatened to dismember his penis from his body!”

“Really? He said that?” I asked. “He was calling me whore and prostitute so I told him that I’m your kid sister, on some level of management, he’s the help. I’m the one who deserves the respect, NOT him! I told him that all I need is one word to you and that he’d be fired in a heartbeat. I pulled over and told him countless times to get the fuck out of my car.”

“Anything else happen?” my brother prodded me.

“I opened his door, unbuckled him, threw his bag out of the car and told him again to get out of my car. He said he’d call the cops on me, I replied that the cops would side with me and not him. He started cursing that I kicked him out of my car for no good reason but I didn’t care!”

“First, you know how I feel about you driving the staff home; especially the guys. Second, how long has he been treating you like this? Third, I don’t want him in your car anymore or even near your car. Fourth, I will warn him NOT to piss you off and to respect you, not because you’re my kid sister, but because I have you on staff as management to run the restaurant when I’m not there. If need be, call me again if he treats you like this again and I’ll authorize you to fire him. Fifth, I do NOT anyone in your car with you if I don’t trust them 100% with you.  The only person on my staff that is not related to either of us, including my wife your sister in law, is R. I know that you drive him home almost every night. I’d rather you not but he’s the only one I trust with my life and your life. No other male staff member is allowed in your car without someone else in it with you two!”

“Understood loud and clear, boss!” I said, glad to know that my brother had my back.

“I’m off to call that bastardo back and tell him to back off of you. If he bothers you again, just let me know, ok, kiddo?”

“Got it,” I said. “Love you, meat head!”

“Good,” he replied. “Love you too, fat head!”

“Shit for brains!” I replied.

“Pea brain!” my brother said.

“Snot for brains!” I said.

“Puta!” he called me!

“Ooooh, like that hurt, brother!” I replied.  “That cut deep, hijo de puta!”

“Ok, I’m going to bed, you little brat! Get home safely!” my brother said.

“Will do, butthead. See you tomorrow!” I said.

I got home safely and went straight to bed. The next morning when I went into work, the dickwad ignored me most of the day, thank God for my brother. The day went on ok and everyone was asking if I was ok and I said I was fine then asked why. They said that this guy was informed that if he said anything directly to me during the next 36 hours that we worked together, my brother would fire him and file a harassment suit against him for harassing me constantly. I batted my eyelashes like I was in shock and claimed that it was news to me – even though I secretly knew my brother would do something like that to protect me.

The weeks have gone on since then and I’ve had no problems with him since. One time I had asked him to make me lunch and he did. I was surprised that he did and that it was up to my brother’s standards. At the end of the day, I went up to him and thanked him for lunch and that he surprised me which is a good thing. He looked a little surprised but he thanked me for my kind words and I went on my way.

A few days later, my brother fired the guy’s sorry ass.

How fastly things change

I wish things have been getting easier at work but things have become more difficult. My brother is still laid up in a wheel chair – which makes it hard for him to work in the restaurant, makes him desiring to be back to work sooner rather than later, I’m continuing to break up fights within the staff, yelling at some of the male staff for touching me inappropriately and me not getting enough sleep . My sister in law and her parents have been so amazing through this entire thing.

My brother has been doing so well but has a minor setback right now. One of the incision sites looked slightly infected so he had to go to his doctor’s to have it checked out earlier today. It was showing the beginning stages of infection so the staff at the office cleaned it out and the doctor prescribed antibiotics for my brother to take as a precautionary measure. The toughest thing to see and hear at the doctor’s office was seeing my brother SO cold. He’s NEVER cold; he’s always warm and wearing shorts and t shirts year round. At his in – law’s place, he had blankets on top of blankets on top of more blankets; somewhere in the pile of blankets, he had an electric blanket on the highest setting!!

Last week was my crush’s last week. The last night that he was in, I gave him a hug goodbye and walked off to my car and headed home. I’m embarrassed to say that I cried a good part of the way home. He’s a very good man and we had nothing for respect for each other. I knew that he wouldn’t leave his family for me but I still fell pretty hard for him. One of the employees brought him home and the following day, the employee told me that my crush was a bit upset that it was his last night and that he’d miss me terribly and wish he got to know me more; other than being the boss’s kid sister. Oh well. It’s better off that he’s gone because I’m hoping that there’s someone out there for me and I need to get over him.

Speaking of which, we have a new kid working at the restaurant. He’s a little bit younger than I am, pretty nice but very quiet. In the two or three weeks that he’s been here, we’ve barely said 100 words to each other; even when I’ve driven him home, we barely speak. He rarely speaks to the rest of the staff as well. I think he barely speaks to me because I’m the boss’s kid sister. Or so I thought.

On Tuesday night after I left early, he texted me to ask if I could bring him home and I replied with yes and that I’d return before he’s ready to go. I drove back and parked. Moments later, he stepped outside, came over to my car and hopped in. As I started to drive him home, he said that he doesn’t have any money to pay me gas money. I said that I wasn’t asking for it nor do I want it. He said that he feels bad that I drive him home and he doesn’t pay me. I told him that he’s kinda on my way home anyways so it’s no problem; if it was a problem, I woulda said something to him. Outta nowhere, he asked if he could return the favor by him giving me the best sex that I’ve had. Internally, I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe this guy!! Doesn’t he know who I am? Whose sister I am? Apparently he didn’t care!! For fuck’s sake!! Neither did I.

So I said sure. He said to get him home as soon as I could and I sped like a maniac the rest of the way back to his house. When I parked, he flew out of the car, running to the driver’s side to haul me out and drag me into his house, running past his family, right into his room. He slammed the door behind me, locked the door and just about ripped my clothes right off followed by his clothes. He stopped for a second so he could turn his radio on so no one could hear us but his family already knew what we were going to do.

He pushes me against the bed, my one shoulder hitting the bed post, making me scream in the process. He grabs my purse and dumps it so he could grab a condom, rolls it on and thrusts his seven inch long, three inch wide cock inside me. I scream in a mix of pain and pleasure. He pounds into me until I lose count how many times I orgasm.

He flips me over and starts fucking the hell out of my ass. In a matter of seconds, we both orgasm together. He pulls out, rips the condom off and flops to his side.

“I can’t believe how hard you made me and how hard I still am!” he panted. “If I hadn’t pulled a 12 hour day, I would be up for another round with you.”

“Lay back,” I said with a mischievous smile. Once he did, I took as much of his big cock in my mouth and sucked him for a long ass time. Twice, in a matter of ten minutes, he came in my mouth; screaming in pleasure both times.

As soon as he came the second time, he rolled me onto my back, spread my legs and used his mouth to pleasure my mound. In no time flat, he had me screaming in pleasure again.

“Freaky girl,” he called me as he rolled another condom on. “I’m really gonna make you scream out this time. I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk anymore!”

“I put 50 Shades to shame,” I said. “Tie me up, spank me, pull my hair, bruise my tits; I don’t mind what you do as long as your neighbors know your name when you’re done with me!”

Over the next hour and a half, he had his way with me countless times, going through who knows how many boxes of condoms. By the end of the time, I was hoarse, had a sore mound, sore ass from being spanked and fucked and huge bruises all over my body; tits included. He helped me get dressed, walked me out to my car, gathered his things and made me promise him that I’d text him when I got home.

Once home, I just got ready for bed, forgetting – purposely – to let him know that I got home ok. Not too long after I fell asleep, my phone started ringing and woke me up. It was him.

“What the fuck, boo?” he said. “You were supposed to let me know that you got home ok!! Jesus! I’ve been worried about you!”

“Good lord, Papi!” I said. “It takes me an hour to get home from your neck of the woods and after our fuck fest, you expect me to believe that you were worried about me? I don’t think so! But yes, I’m home, safe and sound. I’ll see you tomorrow!” I hung up on him and turned my phone off for the rest of the night.

When I went in the next day, I could barely look at him. Everyone, including him, asked me if I was ok. I said I was and that I hadn’t slept well the night before; which was the truth. I didn’t need to explain myself to them. For a good portion of the day, he kept looking at me to see if I was really ok like I said I was.

Later that night, he pulled me aside to ask me if I could give him a ride home. I nodded that I would and went to go finish what I needed to get done. I wanted to get done pretty fast so I could get him home and then on my way home. I finished in no time flat, gathered my stuff – bringing it to my car – grabbed my purse and told him that I was ready. He grabbed his stuff, changed in front of me, and then we were on our way.

We barely spoke, as usual, as I drove him home. It was a little awkward for me since I am the boss’s kid sister and this guy could care less, but whatever. We had sex and that was it. No need to discuss it because it meant nothing to either of us; other than a fuck.

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problem,” I replied. “See you tomorrow.”

“I meant for not saying anything to anyone about what happened last night,” he said. “The last person I want to know what happened is your brother. I have much respect for him; and for you – that I didn’t say anything to anyone. It’s no one’s business but ours.”

“Why on earth would I say anything? No one needs to know what anyone else does outside of here; especially when it comes to me. There’s a ton about me that my brother doesn’t know and that it’s not his business to know; last night included.” I said. “I just won’t fuck you again.”

“Why won’t we fuck again?” he asked.

“We both work for my brother, I expect whoever is my fuck buddy to stay fucking me alone – no other woman is permitted – you were around for a good fuck and nothing more,” I said. “You’re really not my type. Sure, you’re Hispanic, strong as all get out and attractive but we’re on different pages. I need someone to talk with and maintain a conversation but that’s not you. You’re a womanizer; I need a man instead of a boy. I need someone who can handle my strong personality and back down; not sure if that’s you but like I said I’m not interested in anyone who continues to womanize when I want a fuck buddy who won’t give me an STD.”

I drove off and went straight home. The entire time I was driving, he was calling and texting me but I ignored him. I didn’t have the patience to deal with him that night.

Thursday night he had off and worked on Friday. The entire night, he kept trying to flirt with me but I kept ignoring him until I had to drive him home. We talked about the last conversation that we had. I explained that the less we talk at work, the better it looks; like we’ve got nothing really to do with each other except for working the same days. He was hurt that I didn’t talk as much to him as I do with the other guys. I told him that I work with everyone else 6 days a week for the past 8 months and have a rapport and relationship with them; I wasn’t trying to exclude him but I’m not trying to offend either.

I worked Valentine’s, had off on Sunday, worked yesterday – as did he but he had a ride – and we both worked today and couldn’t really talk to him today because I didn’t feel like it. I know, it’s rude, but it’s not my job to be friends with him or anyone else on staff!!

As I was gathering my things in the office, he came up to me to ask if I could bring him home, I said sure but he knew that I didn’t want to even though he knows I will because I don’t want anyone walking home after dark, especially in such cold weather like tonight.

A few stressful weeks

Dear Readers,

I’ve had a really rough few weeks lately. Three weeks ago, my uncle, who’d been battling cancer, passed away. I took a few days off from working crazy hours at my brother’s restaurant in order to represent the both of us at the funeral.

            For a funeral, it was a good one. Luckily, the viewing was by invite only for non family members. The actual funeral service at the church was something I just really can’t put into words. The church was packed and there were people standing in the back. It was great to see how many people respected, cared about and loved my uncle.

After the service there was visiting time/mini repast before the actual funeral. It was just amazing to hear many personal stories about what a positive influence he was in the community as a pharmacist, a soccer coach (coached for 30 years), taught adult Sunday school and still raised a family with my aunt. At the cemetery site, it was just family and the pall bearers - who were former soccer players for my uncle. One of the guys kept a medal he won years ago when he played soccer and as he was paying his respects, he left the medal on my uncle’s casket. When I saw the guy do that, I just broke down crying; that was the first time I cried since I heard of my uncle’s passing.

The day after the funeral, I drove home. It took me a solid 15 hours. As soon as I got home, I had to do my laundry; it was 3 am. After I finished, I went to bed for a few hours then I got up a few hours later to head to work an 18 hour day. I went early to organize the desk in my brother’s office (where I do some of my work), paid some bills, went to see my brother, went back to the restaurant to check in with my brother’s second in command and got to work.

It was rather tough to work that morning because of the funeral and the lack of sleep I received the night before. I was drinking so much coffee to get me through the lunch shift. After the lunch rush, I grabbed my stuff and went back to my brother’s in law’s place (he was in a bad ski accident 6 weeks and broke his tibia and fibula in 18 pieces). We talked about the restaurant for quite a bit and finally he asked about the funeral. He held my hand as I told him and when I finished, we both were crying.

He called one of the guys from the restaurant to ask to spare two guys to come get me; one to drive his car back and the other to drive me and my car to my brother and sister in law’s apartment. When they arrived and rang the doorbell, I opened it and saw my crush (he’s one of the chef’s at the restaurant). I invited him in. As he walked in, he grabbed my hip and leaned to kiss my cheek.

The next thing we saw was a bottle flying in the air in our direction and hitting the wall behind us. My brother told my crush to keep his hands and mouth away from his kid sister. I chuckled and my crush turned red and reminded my brother that he’s married. My brother said that he didn’t care and does NOT anyone touching me as long as I’m his kid sister and that he’d castrate my crush and any of the male employees who touched me. My crush gulped and nodded. I said that my brother’s only partially kidding about the castration. My crush sarcastically replied that he was glad my brother was partially kidding. We left and headed to my brother and sister in law’s apartment. I was so tired I fell asleep in the car as my crush drove us over. He had to wake me up so I can figure out which keys were needed. As I settled down on the couch, I told him I’d call him to let him know when he could swing by to pick me up. He said that my brother texted him to tell him that he was going to stay with me as I slept a little bit. I told my crush to leave in my car and that I could take my brother’s car back. My crush showed me the text that my brother sent him. My brother pretty much told my crush that there is no way that he, my crush, will leave me alone at the apartment; it wasn’t a great area, the apartment’s on the first floor and that my brother’s worried about me. I huffed a response my crush didn’t like (something to the effects of “Eff off!”).

The rest of the week was non-stop with business and my brother’s second in command had to leave last minute to attend a funeral for his uncle was gone for a few days. My poor brother worked four 18 hour days from a wheelchair and in severe pain. My sister in law, such a precious woman, and I were his arms, legs, eyes and whatever else he needed. I had to help him out on top of hostessing, doing the books, cleaning, running errands, driving some staff home and pick others up for their shift, do some English to Spanish and Spanish to English translations for the staff.

Thankfully, my brother didn’t work Monday or Tuesday. He got his much needed sleep and didn’t have to travel before the blizzard hit us. I left early yesterday to drive my crush home (he doesn’t live to far from me) and then I drove myself home from his house. I was able to sleep in a bit today and arrived at work at 3:45 today since we opened at 4:30.

Now, I’m sitting in the office trying to catch up on cleaning, organizing and daily paperwork. In a little bit, I have to bring some of “my boys” (the male staff) home. Not all of them drive. Sometimes it’s a little hard to communicate with them because they speak Spanish (a few of them speak enough English to speak with me) and I, of course, speak English (with enough Spanish to tell them what needs to be done). If they speak slow enough I can get the gist of what they’re saying.

One of the guys that I drive home the most often, R, is a good man and one of the few men I trust 100% and with my life. I know that I’m safe with him, even though he’s the same height at me. I rarely get along with married men because of my strong personality and my so called “irresistible charm” but R is the only man (that I’m not related to) that I get along with; and one of the few that when I say that I love, I genuinely love him. He’s a good man, loves and respects his wife, his daughters, my brother, myself and the staff, is a God fearing man and wishes no harm or ill will on any person. He’s had my respect since Day One and I’ve had his.  We have such a good relationship that we joke around, calling each other “Love”, “Honey”, “Dear”, “Primero”, “Amore” and the like. Everyone’s a little unsure what to make of it because I care deeply for someone else and R is married and has kids.

My other “boys” don’t get as close to me as R does. They’re all leery of getting close to me because our boss is my older brother and despite me telling me that I’m just like them but they kinda fear me because 1. I’m the sister of our boss. 2. They respect my brother so much they leave me alone and 3. They know that if they touch me inappropriately, I will knee them in their baby makers hard enough to drop them to the floor.

I need a new job

My brother was finally able to get the soft casts off both of his legs and recently started physical therapy. He’s anxious to come back to work all day but he can’t handle more than a few hours at a time then he leaves for the day. When he worked Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve, he had to take several breaks to rest and he was super cranky.

I love my brother very much and have a ton of respect for him but it’s very hard to work for him sometimes. Today, I forgot to talk to him about one thing and he goes off on me; yelling and screaming at me, calling me names. I understand that he’s in a lot of pain and is on heavy duty pain meds so he’s not completely himself. It really hurt me that he was like that towards me.

I expect him to be harder on me than everyone else but some part of me hopes that he realizes that the more he yells at me and the more he makes me cry, the more I work harder on finding another job someplace else, I think it’ll be better.

I’m exhausted after working all day 6 days a week while he’s not here. I’m up by 7:30 am, out the door by 8:45/9:15, at work by 10:15/10:30, work all day, go see my brother between lunch & dinner service, rush back, scarf whatever’s quick and easy to eat, work until 10:45/11:30 at night, drive an hour home, finish my computer work, go to bed at 2 or 3 in the morning and repeat the next day. I’m not getting the sleep I need and stressed the fuck out.

I spent a good hour and a half hiding in the office today, crying. That’s all I could do for the time.  Everyone asked if I was ok and I was horrible by saying that I was fine. They all saw my red, blotchy eyes and tear stained face and knew that I wasn’t ok. One of the “boys” sent my crush into the office to check on me. My poor crush! He had no idea what to do when he saw me the way that he did. He just stood there, handing me tissue after tissue; silently hoping that I’d stop crying like a baby. I apologized to him for making him see me like he did and explained that I’m under a tremendous amount of pressure with my brother out; I’m not sleeping nor taking care of myself like I should and that I’m really worried about my brother.

When I came in this morning, it was super embarrassing to see my crush because last night after leaving work, I had a one night stand with someone that is best friends with my brother.