This afternoon I could not get my stockings off. I truly don’t know how I got them on. From now on I’m going barefoot. Except these stockings are supposed to be good for my legs. My circulation. I don’t care. From now on I’m going barefoot. Fuck circulation.

I gave up on the stockings and lay back in bed. Oof! I thought I’d read this book Logan got me, Modern Cunt. Antique erotic stories, I guess. But when lying on my back, I couldn’t reach it. I’d misjudged Modern Cunt. I was able to reach my cunt, however. I used my left hand so I wouldn’t come too fast. Then I thought, what if I have to pee? Maybe I’d better come fast. Or maybe I’d just wet the bed. The thought made me laugh, which isn’t conducive to avoiding wetting the bed or to coming. What a predicament. Predicament made me think of dick which made me want to come more than pee. So I persevered. I came.

Then I was too blissed out to move. That’s how Logan found me. “Help me take off my stockings,” I told him. “Now rub my toes,” I told him after he got the stockings off. “Now fuck me,” I told him after he rubbed my toes. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and lifted my legs and fucked me. Logan is so good to me.