Oops....sorry....had a health issue problem....

Hiya Stevie baby,

I am sorry that I didn't continue writing yesterday, I had to drive this Mercedes loaner SUV to pick up Florence from physical therapy---her car is in the shop getting a tune up---(and it's an awesome vehicle, but I wouldn't want one...probably costs $200 bucks to fill up with gas)!!  The stereo and speakers are great though, and to me, that's the biggest consideration when buying a car!! hehehe  (And it has to be blue).

But, after I picked her up, I came home and sat on the couch, suddenly feeling sick.  I mean, like I was going to hurl or something, and I was suddenly burning up hot, sweat dripping off my forehead...it just happened out of nowhere, and I felt light-headed and dizzy.  I grabbed my glucose meter and tested my sugar level---it was at 50.  I was having a hypoglycemic episode, and lemmtellya, they really suck.  No fun at all.  Damned stupid diabetes.  I am so sick of having it, I really want it gone, but it's killing me slowly.

So I quickly ran to the kitchen, grabbed some applesauce, and ate it. Then I grabbed one of my Atkins protein bars, and ate it...(I had had lunch at 1:30, it was 4:30ish when this happened, so it seems rather odd to me, that 3 hours without eating would send me overboard).  Then I called my doctor, to report what was going on, and I re-tested my sugar as I talked with her.  Apparently it went up to 63 after I ate those things, but she said "Drink orange juice." So I had a glass of that, and it went up to 101, which is much better. (You're never supposed to go under 100).  I could have slipped into some kind of anaphylactic shock or something, I have no clue, but it was a bit scary.

My doctor said it's because I've been steadily losing weight, and because I take Glipizide (a diabetic medication that assists with the liver and prevents it from working too hard to produce insulin), she has decided to moderate my dosage a bit, because it was making my sugar levels TOO low now, and it will continue to be taken away slowly as I continue losing weight.  So, that's a good thing I guess.  One less pill to take every day.

But DAMN, losing weight AND being diabetic is like this vicious cycle of annoyance.  I want to eat 50 donuts, not just one, I want to eat an entire bag of Doritos, not just a hand full, but at the same time, I want to lose weight and get rid of this disease.  It's really a double whammy, and makes weight loss damned near impossible.  Stupid damned diabetes.  Pisses me off.  I feel like I have creepy crawly bugs inside of me, a black and gooey cancerous yuck oozing through my veins, killing me slowly every time I open my gob to put something in it.

Well, part of the reason I had this episode, also, (according to my doctor) is that I must have had more exercise than normal at some point in the day....ahem....well, I thought, I did play with my dog twice outside, throwing sticks and running around with her.....and then I remembered something else.  I didn't ask her this, but I'm SURE that all the wild nooky I had with Pete the night before and in the morning before he went to work, and it probably drained the life source, and every liquid imaginable, right outta me.  Hey, when we get jiggy with it, we really get jiggy. Ya know?  I mean, I have 45 minute orgasms for cryin' out loud.  (Yesssss....I do....I am not exaggerating....some women can do that ya know....)  I'm one of those lucky bitches, I guess, cause I get to writhe and ride the waves for nearly an hour, but holy hannah, if you pull THAT trigger, you'd better REALLY like the bullet my friend.  I make a huge mess.  I had just changed the damned sheets on the bed too, wouldn't you know it. Gotta do it again today, dammit.  This domestic crap is for the birds.

Have you ever heard of (or seen first hand), Japanese women in night clubs who could spew ping pong balls out of their cootches??  Ding ding ding, guess what, I can do that too.  I have massively strong klegel muscles, and one time, (at band camp, ha!), when I was with Allen, he put this vibrating toy down in there, and I said, "Okay, stand back...and watch..." and I shot that damned thing clear across the room!! He put both hands on his face, like McCauley Culkin did in that "Home Alone" movie, and he said, "YOU IS MAGIC!! DO IT AGAIN DO IT AGAIN!!"  I laughed myself sick.  But I did it again. He loved it.

Oh my GAWD....this always makes me guffaw like a wild hyena when I think about it....I had a boyfriend once in Baltimore, (300 pounds, 6'3", former football player), when I first moved to the east coast from Michigan, who had this huge king sized bed in this tiny bedroom---there was barely a foot of space between each side of the bed and the wall.  No room to move around, at all.  We dated a long while, and then one of the first times we got jiggy with it, we were going at it doggie style (a favorite of mine), and suddenly my legs shot out from under me, having a seizure of orgasm apparently, and I accidentally kicked him back away from me---he literally FELL INTO THE WALL.

Yes, I mean, his entire ASS was stuck there, in a huge hole in the wall, and he couldn't get out!!  He went right through the drywall!!  At first I was shocked, but then it was so damned funny, I couldn't do anything but laugh hysterically for about 25 minutes, especially while he tried to pull himself out...saying stuff like, "HOLY SHIT, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! SONOFABITCH I WILL NEVER GET MY SECURITY DEPOSIT BACK!! GOD DAMN WOMAN, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! I CAN'T GET OUT OF HERE!! HELP ME!! PULL ME OUT, STOP LAUGHING AT ME GODDAMMIT!!"  And all that did was make me laugh even harder...it was a classic moment in my sex life, that still cracks me up today.  (We broke up shortly afterwards---he got evicted).

So, I'm rather...wild...when I get goin'.  Mmm-hmmm.  One rule of thumb about me, that Pete is still learning:  Don't start the engine unless you wanna go for a long wild ride, that's all I'm sayin'.  Be careful what you wish for.  He has always wanted to be with a wild woman like me, but he's never had one before, so he really doesn't know what to do with me half the time.  Poor schmuck.

Anyway, so I thought of that evening and morning nooky with Pete, and I'll betcha that's what caused my sugar level to go so low.  It's really quite a work out.

Okay, Stephen, I'm gonna get downright personal and dirty here, can you handle it??  No holds barred. I'm brutally honest with everybody about everything, so here goes...no blushing allowed...just dig it...

See, the problem is, Pete is a big dude too--he's about 300 pounds, 6'3" also--so we have a rather awkward time of it, trying to have plain old normal sex. He can't really lay on top of me missionary style, (I'd be squished), and he can't really have me sit on him cowgirl style, (I have a tipped uterus, so the angle is rather awkward to keep it in),  and so we tend to just give each other some one-on-one pleasure more often than anything.  If I am brought to the edge of the bed, he can stand there and have his way with me, no problem.  But anything other than that is a bit too awkward.  We had never tried doggie style, though, (I never mentioned it, he didn't ask, it just wasn't something we ever discussed or did, until yesterday--nearly 3 years after we met), so he had no clue just how fun it was, and I don't divulge my secrets like that, he just has to find out for himself.

Pete also enjoys 69, (an outrage, right?! How DARE he love 69...good lord...it's just so...DIRTY), (insert big grin here), but poor me, I can't do that for very long because my neck aches from being on top, going down, up and down, and then my jaw aches...GETTING OLD SUCKS...so I have to stop before he's had his fun yummy time, and that just causes his balls to turn blue, which is no fun.

So, instead, I'll just let him lay there on his back, while I give him a BJ which he loves---who doesn't love a BJ?---and when he gets his jollies, I just keep going, so that he gets MORE jollies.  Yes, I learned long ago that a woman should keep going after a man orgasms, because he can and should have more than one.  Have YOU ever had more than one orgasm at one given time??  If not, you've missed out on a whole lotta happy fun times, and that's a cryin' damned shame.  I learned this lesson from a gay guy, who said that men can keep going, and should, so I just keep going until he cries out from sheer exhaustion, or falls asleep.  It gives me great pride to put a man to sleep after a BJ, I smile like a damned Cheshire cat while I watch him sleep.  It's awesome.  Usually my BJ's go on for about, oh, a half hour or so...depending on how much the man can take, or however long I feel like doing it...I can make it happen in 5 minutes, 15, 30, or even 45....depends on my mood and how tired I am....and that's about the ONLY form of "control" that I like to have, as a submissive...because I know it pleases him no matter HOW long I do it.

Then he'll get me pinned down somehow, either with rope or just his arms & legs (which I love either way...but if you use rope, honey, the more rope the better cuz I'm like Houdini and can get out of it when I'm in the throes of passion), then he'll basically use toys on me for awhile.  I tend to flail a lot.  My body just spasms, uncontrollably, and I even sometimes yell out swear words, like I've got Tourret's  Syndrome or something.  My nickname is also "Niagra," (need I draw you a picture? I think not), so I'll let you figure out just why that is on your own.  I don't believe in spoon feeding people information. Think for yourself dammit.

Now, at first he would typically stop everything when I reached ONE orgasm, and frankly it was annoying me.  I really thought, when we first started dating, that I would have to find another lover to compensate for this issue.  I mean, come ON, there's A LOT MORE in there!! Let 'em all come out!!  So he learned eventually, without my telling him, that he can force me to have more and more orgasms, whether I want them or not....and who doesn't WANT more orgasms, right?!!

We're all grown adults here, we can admit it...

ADMIT IT STEPHEN!! That's the first step in this recovery process of having lame vanilla sex all your life. COME TO THE DARK SIDE, WE'VE GOT COOKIES!!!

I remember when my DC Dom, Peter, once told me at the beginning of our relationship, that he "cannot reach an orgasm through receiving oral sex."  I laughed in his face, and took that as a challenge.  I said, "How long have you actually believed that bullshit?" And I went to town.  He had one every single time I did it.  I finished that first time, his eyes were bulging out of his head, and I wiped my mouth saying, "Your stupid wife is just doing it wrong, you poor thing."  I think he loved me from that moment on.

So the thing that gets ME off, is the fact that I lose complete control of my own body---I can try to deny the orgasm from happening for awhile, sure, but at some point, at a certain threshold, I can't hold back anymore and my body just completely takes over, and there's nothing I can do about it, but ride and ride, and let it consume me.  THAT is so fucking hot, I can't even tell you.  Seriously, it's amazing.  So hot, in fact, I just got a throb down below when I typed that. hehehehehe  (I am an insatiable nymphomaniac, did I ever mention that to ya? Well I am)!  Pete has yet to realize it though.  He's got a lot more to learn!!

Here's another amazing secret about me...I can also cum on command. Yessssss, it really is possible, and yesssss, I have been trained to do that.  If I'm on the brink, holding back for a minute or two, when the man says to me, "Cum for me...NOW," then ALAKAZAM, there it is, TAH DAHHH!!  So, I like a little bit of denial, (to a point), but mostly I like being forced to keep on going. Like the friggin' Energizer Bunny babyyyyyy!!  Someday I might tell you the story of when I attended Burton's Bad Ass Blow Job Bootcamp.  (It's a doozy). Hell, "worshipping the male appendage" was a class at the kinky camp we attend every summer, and that's how I met Pete!!  Soooooooo...I've had a rather bizarre and wild sex life, to say the least.  My dirty-old-man Grandpa would be sooo proud!!  (It runs in the family I think).

So, Stephen, I just thought you might want to know that I am, and can be, the sweet girl next door, innocent and naiive even.....genuine, real, brutally honest, and compassionate.....unless it involves hot, dirty and wild sex.  THEN I'm the sluttiest slut this side of the Allegheny River and I'll suck it until it's raw and sore.  I'll soak your bed straight through to a puddle on the floor.

Without any modesty, I will say to you: I believe I am truly the best of both worlds, (at least in a man's mind).  So, you might want to come to Pittsburgh in August, to meet me, and shake my hand. You might get more than you bargained for just from reading this.  Ya never know.  I might just indulge you.  But that's gonna cost you a photo of the two of us together---ain't NOTHIN' for free in this life, darlin'.

Well, so the whole conversation that I added here for you the other day, regarding whether or not kink is addictive, kinda seems pertinent now that you know this about me, doesn't it??  I guess if you GOTTA have an addiction to something in life, why not be addicted to kink?!  I think that's my personal addiction of choice, thankyouverymuch.  And I'm damned proud of it.  No remorse. No apologies.  No embarrassment.  No inhibitions.  Just lots of pride, grins, and winks, honey-my-love.  Snooky-ookums... cuddle bunny...sexy beast that you are.

Alrighty then, I think my work here is done. *wink*

I hope I've given you a big fat throbbing boner, and I hope you still know what to do with it.

Have a great day, and I'll write again soon.

Love, your favorite naughty girl, Rebecca