After a weekend of really brilliant sex, it’s time to tally up the injuries: at least ten bruises, broken skin, a wicked goose egg, and lots of soreness.
Unfortunately, all of those injuries are mine.
J got off pretty easy (ha!), but I have quite a few bumps and bruises to show for my efforts.
Part of the reason is J’s size–he’s almost a foot taller than I am, with longer limbs, more weight, and more strength. It’s not easy to restrain him–he doesn’t fight me, but his long limbs can be unwieldy. He’ll move to touch me while I’m working on one of his ankles, and if I don’t want to be bothered, I’ll try to pin his wrist with my foot. Depending on my position and his arrangement, that can be a hell of a stretch for me. It’s like playing Twister, only instead of a mat with multicolored spots, I’m awkwardly trying to span distances between J’s wrists and ankles.
Today, my butt and thighs are sore from pegging. His legs are so much longer than mine that even on his hands and knees, reaching his ass with my cock is difficult. It requires a combination squat-thrust-yoga-pose, Jedi mind-trick, and levitation.
In addition to the difficulty in working with his size, I’m just not all that graceful. At some point over the weekend, I bloodied my foot by accidentally kicking one of the bed casters while adjusting his restraints. Besides that, I have a considerable bump on the back of my head from whacking it against the nightstand mid-orgasm. My legs are covered with angry purple bruises of indeterminate origin. They aren’t J’s fault, I just bruise really easily. (from time to time, my iron drops and I get really anemic, which means I bruise if someone hugs me too hard)
The bump and the soreness will be gone by tomorrow, but the bruises take a long time to fade.
I’m the sadist, but I’ll have to avoid short skirts for a while in order to hide my marks. The irony is not lost on me.