Bad Girl

I’ve fallen a bit behind in my blogging this week. Earlier this week I was a bad girl. Davey’s working long hours this week and suddenly with the spring weather I’ve been hornier. So what are my options? Either I force a tired Davey into having sex with me, or I ask MasterDoc for permission to masturbate. I found myself lying in bed on Tuesday night, horny as hell, and not feeling like getting up to call MasterDoc for permission (nor did I feel like getting up to try to seduce Davey, who was still up). I was so horny though and I gave into my desires and masturbated. I knew even as I did it that I would tell MasterDoc about what I had done, I wouldn’t compound the illicit behavior with lying or keeping a secret. While I was doing it, I noticed that everything felt extra intense because I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to do. Because it was forbidden I was extra excited. I had an intense series of orgasms, one right after the other, and then fell asleep.

The next day, I kept thinking about what I had done and how I was going to tell MasterDoc. I didn’t immediately regret my bad behavior but when I talked to him that evening and told him what I had done, the disappointment in his voice made me feel horribly guilty. To top it off, I was still feeling really horny and I wanted to masturbate again. Oh dear. I sent a text message to MasterDoc saying, “Should I even ask if I can have permission to masturbate tonight? I’m very sorry I didn’t ask last night.” I was relieved when he replied along the lines of, “I love you even when you’re bad. Call me right before you want to masturbate.” This still didn’t guarantee permission, but at least he wasn’t mad at me. He was heading out to a swing club with S. that night and he texted again, “It would be really hot to get that call while I’m out at the club.” I made a mental note to hold off calling until he was likely to be at the club.

When I called later, he said, “What you want to masturbate again? After you already did that last night? Are you lying in bed right now?” I said that I wasn’t, but that if he gave me permission I would immediately run off and do it. And something wonderful happened, he gave me permission. And I think that ultimately this was the best reaction to my behavior – that being punitive would have just made me feel more rebellious. But knowing that he cares about me even when I’ve stepped out of line made me feel all the more crazy about him. He had asked me earlier if I was testing him, and I don’t think it was conscious but perhaps unconsciously I was testing limits and seeing how he’d react.

And so I went off, this time getting out my bullet vibe, and came hard again for the second night in a row. If the neighbors walked by our door around that time they’d have thought Davey and I were having sex from all the moaning I was doing. *grin* I really got into it. The weekend was promising to be interesting what with how horny I was feeling. MasterDoc and I had plans to go out on Friday, and Davey would be home and better rested on the weekend.