10am, Saturday Morning

I feel wider, more open, more broken. I awake to the sound of light snoring, my legs curled around me, moving toward myHim. I know how to stop the snoring; light touches across his face, loving fingers draped across his neck.

It soothes him, and me, to feel the pads of my fingers on his skin. Once that’s done, I realize that I need release and upon doing so, I start to feel the pain.

He got so close last night; I could see the widest part of his hand inside me before I couldn’t take any more. I wanted it – I wanted his whole hand inside me, I wanted his cock deep into my ass, I wanted the thrusting into my cunt. Hard thrusts into me, no matter what he used or where he was. I didn’t think of consequences, I didn’t think of the pain, I surely didn’t think of the strange emptiness I have this morning without him inside me.

I didn’t think I would crave more even as I heal.