I arrived at the parking garage of the hospital near the emergency room entrance about to visit my parents. I was anxious to visit them if only I could get out of the FUCKING car, something I’ve done thousands of times but NOT in this condition.
I swung my feet on the concrete pavement, lifting myself with my legs that were numb and arms that were about to fall off. The last time I couldn’t get out of the car was when I ended the night as my first day as a stripper wearing those six-inch stripper heels. Three minutes later I’m now standing up. I can somewhat breathe.
I cautiously walk towards the light exiting the garage. I am going to kill my Pilates instructor! I believe she hasn’t been hard enough on me. I follow the light, the sun beaming outside the garage if only I can get there.
Oh Shit!!! I dropped my keys.
Nice and easy, nice and easy I thought. My abs felt like rocks, my arms are swinging and my thighs are about to give out any second if only my nails would loop around my key ring that helplessly laid on the pavement.
I believe in GOD. There is a GOD, right? If so, please help me!!!! I don’t ask for much.
I slowly stand up and my back pops, ohhhh….I will deal with that pain later.
Now I am in the sunlight and out of the parking garage. The light gives me the “walk” signal and of course I walk. After about three steps into it the “walk” sign changes to “stop.” Yes, I know I’m a little slow but if I can survive last night than I think I can live another day if only I can make it across the street.
Horns are honking.
Shut your pie hole I yell!!
A line at the intersection is now forming waiting for me to cross the fucking street. Geez…you Texans really are horn happy, be considerate for someone who is hurt and making their way to the emergency room.
Yeah, I saw that asshole….there really is no need to flip me the bird!!!
Okay, I’m across the street. I made it. I’m alive…..still.
Now I have to walk across the side of the emergency room to the main entrance of the hospital. Alright….give me a second, I’m getting there.
Geez, grandma….do you workout, I thought as she strolled past me on her walker? Perhaps I should ask who her Pilates instructor is.
Ohhh noooo!!! Ohhhh nooo…. there are kids running towards me…..noooooo….noooo……don’t hit me!!!!! Please!!!! If you knock me down I won’t be able to get up!
Whew….close call but I’m still standing.
Now I am at the entrance of the building.
Awww…thank you sir for holding the door open for a weak and hurt young woman. I know your about 50 years older than I but one of these days I promise to repay the favor as I always do.
Ohhhhh nooooo!!!! Hold the elevator, hold the elevator!!!
Oh, your such a nice, kind young man I said to the five-year old boy. You are so sweet to your elders.
I think I need to write a thank you letter to the person who invented elevators!!
Five please, I told the young man.
Ohhh….okay so a few pit stops. People off, on, off, on….okay…I’m leaning against the elevator rail now not sure if I can make it to the fifth floor just standing still. Then….the light for the fifth floor lights up. FINALLY, I thought NOOOOOOOO…..hold the elevator doors please! Moving a little slow but I will make it.
I enter the floor and the doctor and nurses are looking at me. Hey guys, I brought you 50 pizzas yesterday, the least you can do is DON”T ASK!!!.
They smile and look away.
Only twenty more feet and I’m in my mother’s room.
Now five, four, three, two, one….. and I plop into the chair next to my mother’s bed. Yes, if one didn’t know better I had just ran a 10k marathon. I huff and puff, relieved to finally be sitting down.
My mother turns her head towards me and says:
“Priscilla, what happened to you?”
Huh, I asked?
The bruises on your right arm she said nodding with her head in a weak voice.
I look down and well……OH FUCK ME!!!!
So what did happen last night?
Well….a few weeks ago I reblogged a post from the MLF Diary titled “Pin Me.”
Oh was it ever smoking HOT and made my pussy wet!!!
The night before, I told Mr. WordPress Blogger:
“Remember that post I sent you?”
He replied, “Yes!”
“Well…I desperately need and want that done to me.”
He was a little hesitant at first and said:
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I cried out…… NOOOO…..PLEASE….PLEASE….hurt me……I BEG OF YOU!!!!
So here’s what happened……
Pin me down, (Oh you did and hard.)
throw my legs over your shoulders, (Is that the reason why my thighs are numb?)
choke me out, (I yelled more, more, more…..okay I died and you brought me back to life when you teased me with your cock.)
call me your whore, (Well….you said that amongst other words I had never heard.)
slap my ass, (Yeah, your hand left marks.)
grab my wrists, (Is that why my wrists are red?)
shove your cock in me, (Well I feel like you shoved it, grinded it, swirled it and other descriptive words that aren’t yet in the dictionary.)
fuck me hard. (Oh….is that why I feel like I gave birth to an unborn child?)
bruise me, (One, two, three, four, five…..and still counting.)
beat me, (The bruises are proof you did that.)
hurt me, (I think you all know I’m in enough pain to believe that happened.)
make me not walk. (What should have been a 7 minute walk from the parking garage to my mother’s hospital room was actually 45 minutes.)
fuck me till you cum, (Oh you did and it dripped out of me STILL two days later.)
pull out and shove it in my mouth, (Yup…you were shivering and about to stick it in my mouth.)
cum in my mouth, (My mouth, face, chin and hair.)
in the back of my throat. (And….my best part…..yes, it was the best fucking desert I ever had.)
I was interrupted….
“So what happened mother asked?”
“I’m sorry mom. I was a bit distracted,” I said.
Oh, that I said nodding to the bruises on my arm. That’s nothing. I just slightly fell down the stairs,” I said without thinking.
Mother’s head slightly jerked upward.
“You fell down the stairs,” mother yelled out?
Oh shit, now she’s worried.
It was either that or tell her the night before I had the BEST FUCKING SEX EVER!!!!
Mr. WordPress Blogger: I love you dearly 🙂
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