Goodbye!

This is going to be the final blog for Sniffles.

Realizing I’ve been the victim of constant and repeated emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Texas has made me re-evaluate my choices and how I live my life. I need a break from the steamy affairs.

This is my chance to live my life for myself finally, and part of that means Marie Kondo-ing everything that reminds me of him, and sadly that means this blog.

It’s been fun, until it wasn’t anymore. Thank you for reading my pleasures and remember that life is too short for bad sex.

The Contractor – Spanking

The Contractor is really doing the most right now….on top of the black lilies he sent me, he took me to a casual lunch this week AND bought me these beautiful poppies (IDK why)….so last night when he called me and asked if I wanted to come over so he could cook for me – actually he told me, “I’m cooking, be here at 7:30” – I gladly obliged.

I’ve never been one to enjoy lots of gifts, dates or gestures, but he’s trying hard and I figure it’s not bad to show some appreciation every now and again, right?

So I get there, we eat (a simple sautéed chicken with cilantro, lime and rice) and watch TV. We’re both sitting there making casual conversation when he tells me the reason he’s come on so strong is because since he and I hooked up he can’t stop thinking about it…Through the conversation I kind of express my hesitation to date him (I could get fired) but I’ll admit…my ass only recently stopped throbbing from him last weekend and it was delicious (the feeling and the food).

Just like the weekend before, talking leads to kissing which lead straight to me being bent over his lap getting spanked.

Each hit was extremely calculated…alternating one cheek to the other, his hand striking in the same spot each time. The more I squirmed around the softer his spanks were. He told me that if I really wanted it I’d, “have to take my punishment like a woman” …I don’t think he knows what punishment is because this was nothing but pleasure for me. I was turned on and ready to go and was loving the attention from him but he refused to do anymore than that.

He kept me there, on his lap, spanking me while we were watching Lost Girl for hours. He got to a point where he would hit me intermittently with no real rhyme or reason to it…. I did feel him at one point getting hard, at which point I tried my damnedest to wiggle around enough so that I might be able to get my hands down his pants but to no avail. Ugh. I just really wanted him to give me a repeat of last weekend….but no. When he got tired and his hand got sore from spanking me all night, we went to bed where he spooned me and rubbed my tushy and talked me to sleep, which I’ve actually come to love since being involved with Texas…so thanks for showing me the softer side of sleeping with people lol…

And even though all I wanted was to have the feelings fucked out of me by The Contractor, he didn’t. He just spanked me for hours until his hand got tired…I don’t think he gives a damn about what I want in this case 😉

Side note, I woke up about 20 minutes ago feeling sick as a dog. As much as I’d like to stay in bed with a warm body, I need to go home. This is the worst time for me to get sick.

My response to crisis

I have been filled with rage and uncontrollable emotions today and I need someone to fuck me back to normalcy.

I need someone to tie me up and force me to comply with something. Punish me for responding to pain. Deprive my senses until I realize the problems of my day are insignificant to them.

Then I need to be fucked into oblivion. Man handled with reckless abandon until I’m just a blank-faced shell of who I was earlier.

But then I want cuddles afterwards. I want to be held and told that I can get through this because I took my punishment like a woman. Then I want to sleep for the next 5 years and wake up like today never happened.