#hell days

I can dream right?

No srsly. I need hugs.

Relive my hell week and die with me each fucking day.

Fucking Alles Gute zum Geburstag all you want bitches.

I stopped writing about the days because somehow everything loosened up . His friend is going earlier. Which means I can cuddle with him sooner than I expected. I still don’t understand why she keeps that picture of theirs on her facebook. Maybe it should mean nothing, but it kind of shouts “he’s mine and mine only” to me. And it breaks me.

It’s now or 10 days more or longer, cycle. Yknow. I wanted to chicken out but I want him in me. Tonight. So, we went to this mall nearby where I remember there’s a discreet handicap restroom. Went to the 2nd floor of the mall, there was a standerby. Nope. Not gonna work. Went up 3rd floor, it’s a go. I entered first and then he did. (I put on panties before we went there) I pulled down my panties and started touching me. It wasn’t as thrilling as I thought it would be but fine whatever, I wanted him to get off, on me. The handrails were very handy. I held myself up on one of the handrails. It’s almost as if I can still feel it as I am writing now. I wanted to be like, “Harder!” But I couldn’t be loud. And it also makes sounds when he goes hard and rams his cock in me. He held my legs on his arms and continued to thrust in and out until I came once and then my left hand was shaking and I couldnt pull myself up longer. I bent over the toilet and there was this whole body mirror on the side. He puts his cock back in and after a few thrusts he pulled my hair and was watching my face on the mirror. I missed this. I missed him fucking me. It wasn’t as hard but the fact that I’m craving for him so much made it feel so good. Then… A knock. :D “Maintenace Sir/M'dame.” He pulled up his pants and went out to them and told them I was sick and had to go in there together but ofcourse they advised subtly that we shouldn’t do inappropriate things in there. Bitch, we already have. That’s was I was thinking after. But the moment he stepped out and I was inside, fuck I came hard. Was shaking. But managed to flush down evidences. I felt awful I had to send him out to lie to them. And he felt embarassed but he assured me it was a fun kind of embarassment. I told him we could’ve done better but he kept assuring me everything was okay. Would I do it again? Probably. But would find somewhere without nosy maintenance personnel. Would I do it again with him? I would if he ever wants to again. Was it fun? It has been fun. There are always firsts for stuff.