Fuck me, Please

I knew last night when I went to bed that I was going to wake up feeling shitty today. And I did. Call it self-fulfilling prophechy if you will, but the gobs of Vitamin C tablets I took last night didn't seem to do much for me today. Of course, who knows if I'd awoken to feel much worse, had I not taken any? Not I, that's for sure.

Either way, I reckon a nice fuck would do me good. Now, I know I have little experience in this area as the situation stands, but I don't imagine it could make make me feel much worse. Besides all that, I've spent much time at Rentboy's Diaries, and while I've always been intrigued by his blog, I never really sat down to start from the beginning until today. And so, I've found that my "sick day" has inevitably turned into a "longing to be fucked day."

I swear to you, right now, someone is playing the bagpipes outside.

It's not the congestion of being sick that I can't stand...it's the achiness. I HATE feeling achey. It makes me not want to do anything...and I didn't go to either of my classes today (shame on me!). Ahem.

But when I got in the shower, shortly after getting out of bed, the constant drone of the water all over my body made me feel even achier, and I thought to myself...damn, I need to have an orgasm. Now, I've been feeling too lethargic today to even think about playing with myself, so I thought I'd just relax and let the water pressure do its job. My shower is my friend.

And all the while today I've just been obssessed with how badly I want to be fucked. But I just want to lie there and take it - I want it to be all about me, and perhaps this is where my fascination with Rentboy comes in, today of all days.

Now, "I want it to be all about me," should not be misconstrued as, "I don't care if he gets off." Because I do. In fact, part of what's been turning me on today is the ambiguousness of domination. For example, if I paid Rentboy to tie all of my appendages down and use my body as his fucktoy...well, who would have the control? He, or I?