Head’s ok, tail between my legs.
I had my MRI today. That was a trippy experience. I had to lay still with my head in somewhat of a cage, and then my body 1/2 way into a tube. There were lots of rhythmic sounds and if I was a musician I may have been inspired. While the Xanax kicked it, I tried to recall in my head the name of all 50 states. I kept my eyes closed and counted the clicks, the winding sounds, the whirring. At one point my mind envisioned a jackhammer, drilling into concrete and the sounds of church bells in the distance. It was strange.
The results were what I somewhat expected. No acute infarction (stroke), no hemorrhage, aneurysm or tumors. There were small hyperdensities which basically means that they see “something.” The placement and size is indicative of migraines or vasculitis. So you know, it means I have some vessel inflammation, and I am not sure exactly what causes that. Either way… I am sure what comes next is drug therapy. At least it’s nothing serious.
I got a very hot call from Sean today. We don’t talk as much as I want to. I miss him terribly. He jerked off for about 25 minutes while we IM’ed and I teased him to fuck my throat, drill his cock into my pussy and pound my ass with his cock. I have been including ass play into my masturbation lately and loving it. When I was finally able to get alone in my office to call him, he was so close and I was out of my mind. His voice was shaking and desperate and my pussy immediately rushed with my excitement. He loves my dirty talk and I get more and more dirty each time.
“You wanna fuck my ass baby? Slam your cock hard into my ass.”
He groaned and said he was so close.
“Beg me baby- beg me to cum.” I ached so bad- Sean doesn’t beg. I was afraid he’d say no. I was afraid he’s tell me not to be a insolent little bitch. His voice shook, he breaths got shorter.
“Oh fuck baby- please. Oh god please can I cum?? I’m begging you baby- I’m…. sooo… close.”
“Wait!” I hissed between gritted teeth, cunt ached so bad. I was dizzy from his wanting.
“God baby. Please. Let me cum- God let me cum. Anything, I’ll do anything- please.”
Drunk with the temporary power, “Oh fuck yes baby- cum hard for me. Right fucking now. Let me hear you. Say my name baby- cum for ME.”
He groaned my name out loud, again and again. “Oh fuck baby, yes. yes ohhhh fooocccckkk!”
I collapsed backward in my chair. I was dizzy. Drunk.
“Baby I gotta go,” he said quickly, sighing and laughing gently, “I’ll catch you later ok? You’re a good girl. Bye sweetie pie.”
And he was gone.
Fuck. Breathless.
I can’t shake him.
I don’t think want to.
can i be sean for 25 minutes?
I’m glad your results didn’t indicate anything serious. Also that you had some good phone time with Sean!
I’m all out of breath after reading that. But, very glad nothing of significance was discovered.
I am glad your MRI reading did reveal a stroke etc. Migraines etc is still no laughing matter and a false alarm now may stop you from checking out a terrible headache or pain later. I hate going to them because I always end up in the full body scanner which is too similar to a coffin. It is terrible when you want to itch your nose or any other body part half way through. I will keep you in my thoughts. Of course, it sounds like Sean may be a better course of treatment than drug therapy. The sweet orgasmic bliss treatment may be what the doctor ordered..mmmm Take care!