Coming up for air with Christmas cock

My head is finally starting to clear.

It was three weeks ago tomorrow when I broke my leg, and I’ve left my house only twice since. Once to go to a holiday concert at my son’s school (the day after I came home from the hospital; still not sure how I managed), and once to go to my Mom’s for Christmas eve and morning.

It feels like a blur. I can hardly believe it’s been three weeks; it seems like a long weekend. But the hospital stay, after-effects of surgery, taking Oxycontin as a painkiller, and the monotony of laying on my couch every single day and watching TV or movies probably have something to do with that.

I felt guilty for not wanting to read, write, or get back to my genealogical research which stalled years ago, but the Oxy made my head fuzzy. I was tired and sluggish.

Several friends came to visit before Christmas, but since then it’s quiet. My child was sick and passed it on to me, so just as my leg stopped hurting constantly, a nasty cold took over. It’s had me wiped out for the last few days and I’m so frustrated I’m on the verge of crying each time I struggle to get up, make a coffee, take a shower, or pee.

The doorbell ringing is the worst, because there is a flight of stairs between me and whoever is at my door, and it’s slow going when I have only one leg allowed to touch the ground.

But it’s not been all bad. I still hosted Christmas dinner for 11 and managed to not go insane sitting on the sidelines. Nor did I bark orders from the couch.

I finally had a perfect excuse to just watch movies with my child and cuddle.

I watched the entire Downton Abbey series.

I created an Ann St. Vincent Instagram account (find me there if you’re on IG!)

And I kissed four men and fucked three. With a cast and unable to put any weight on the broken leg. Rather impressive, even for me.

There are so many thoughts clamoring in my head wanting to get out. It may take a few posts, but some of the experiences I need to discuss include the following:

I kissed Todd. After several promises to visit, he came over late on Christmas Eve to my Mother’s house. He met my Mom before she went to bed, he drank wine, we talked, snuggled a bit on the couch. He kissed me goodbye ever so passionately. He does a little nibble-on-the-lip thing which is amazing.

Pretty sure if it wasn’t for being in my parents small house, and my extreme lack of mobility, we would have done far more than kiss. He’s promised to come visit again before he leaves to go home; I do hope it works.

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The chronological first fuckee may be a bit of a surprise – it certainly was to me. Tony came over on Christmas Eve day; he’d bought me a gift. Yes, we’ve had limited contact and yes, I’ve been fine – something has truly broken inside me with him. It’s not the start of anything again, nobody here needs to worry. Honest. But I will write more about how it all came about and why I did it.

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Alan proved to be largely disappointing when I was most in need. I will write more about him in a separate post, because I had come to some conclusions which were confirmed by his behavior, and I want to give them a proper exploration. He wanted to come see me after Christmas, he brought food and orgasms, so I let him give them to me. Not sure I will let him again.

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The dark horse in the race was Leo, whom I hadn’t seen since our third date in November when he asked if I was his girlfriend. I subsequently told him I had neither the emotional or practical energy for dating or a relationship. He replied he understood and was happy to wait, since he didn’t want me to be the one who got away. He’d been in occasional touch ever since.

He too deserves his own post: he came to see me in the hospital (and met my Mother), came to visit me at home (and met my Father), came again and this time, left me exhausted on my couch after intense sex which didn’t include his cock inside me, but did involve fisting and squirting.

Not so bad for a literally broken woman who hasn’t worn makeup or a real bra in three weeks, is it?

 

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17 thoughts on “Coming up for air with Christmas cock

  1. My, my you’ve been a busy girl. I mean that in a good way. I broke my leg once and it was a year recovery. I’m impressed with all you managed to accomplish and very glad to hear you are doing ok. Please keep up with the physical therapy, it’s brutal but so worth it in the long run. Take Care! Hugs!!

    • I haven’t started physical therapy yet – unless you count the sex but that was more for my emotional state! I have a checkup next week and am looking forward to what the surgeon has to say. Sorry to hear it was a year for you – brutal. xo

  2. Well that is a very catchy title dear LOL. glad to know that even a broken like doesn’t keep you from being the goddess you are! I hope you recover soon. Sometimes this is our body’s way of forcing us to slow down.
    Happy holidays lovely, sorry u are feeling this way. These things are only temporary but glad to see u r keeping yourself amused ❤❤❤

    • I don’t feel like a goddess at all, so it was all a bit surprising to me when any of them tried anything!! And yes, I’m very slow at the moment and it’s driving me bananas – at least my brain feels clearer now and I can write.

    • Unfortunately I am probably going to be alone tonight. I have a cold and it’s not letting up… so the combination of that with a cast isn’t making me feel particularly like going out tonight! Happy New Year to you as well 🙂

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