Yes, indeed.
My back itches so much I’d like to claw at it with a garden rake.
Unfortunately Taylor did some more cutting on it this weekend and if I rake it I’ll likely mess up the design and it won’t scar properly and then he’ll have to kill me.

And so I suffer.

I actually can’t tell if it’s the cutting that itches or the misery stick marks.
And then I realize it’s quite sad to have healing cuts and misery stick marks and only feel an urge to itch.
Where’s the lingering pain, man??????

Gods, how I suffer.

Have I mentioned before how much I love the misery stick? How it sucks, sucks, sucks while it’s being used but I also fantasize the entire time about just how ragingly horny the feeling would make me if we had them at home and could use them before, during and after a fuck? Or, ok, just in private where I can let go a little more easily?

I shiver, I tell you, I shiver with longing. (One of our favorite Friendly Neighborhood Meanies has said he’ll make us some. Yay!)

So now that I’ve rambled fairly nonsensically…

Yes, we went to the monthly play party.
Yes, I got misery sticked and scalpled.
Yes, I got to see kaya and her wonderful Man again. (Best part, I tell ya)
And, yes, I’m craving more cuz my back itches rather than aches or stings or any of that other, residual good stuff.

Which also means I feel a needy phase coming on.

The ache is building. The hungry knot in the belly is tightening. The nerves are twitching and the attitude is responding in kind. I can feel myself growing short and tense…

Have I ever mentioned how I loathe this feeling?