My pet spent most of the weekend feeling ill. I spent most of the weekend looking after him. He got tired easily and his chest/throat were very sore. I fed him Beechams hot drinks, tea, sausages, strepsils and vitamins. I held him, I bathed him, I watched tv with him when he grew too tired to play games. There was a lot of improvement yesterday and I think he’s starting to feel a little better now, or at least, the worst of it’s over.
I always feel bad when he’s sick, because, although I look after him, I can’t help but get incredibly aroused at how weak he is and how easy it would be for me to take advantage of him, if I wanted to… Especially when he’s lying there, all weak, sick and flopped down on a chair wrapped in blankets, looking so vulnerable. It drives me crazy. I feel like my libido went into overdrive this weekend and I did my absolute best to suppress it. Obviously, he wasn’t much in the mood, not being well and all… and I was trying to focus my energy on getting him better.
I distracted myself with housework and feeding and computer games and weed. At one stage, I felt so overwhelmed that I just shut down and my body filled with bad chemicals. I could feel myself getting saturated by them, a darkness seeping into me. I felt like I was falling into a huge black pit. There he was at the top, peering over the edge, calling my name, trying to pull me back out – even in his weakened state, he’ll never leave me there to fall prey to the black.
I found myself on the sofa with him, once again, staring down at his beautiful body. He was dressed in a long, silky blue nighty and his wet hair fell over his shoulders, his big blue subby eyes stared up at me and I melted. I looked down and he’d grown hard. His eyes told me to touch him and his body responded positively when I did. I went downstairs and took a shower and we reunited in the bedroom. We lay there facing each other, my hand on his neck supporting the back of his head. He’s got a sensitive neck, I told him that. He likes it when I run my fingers along it gently, he likes when I hold it, when I choke it and when I kiss it.
I pulled him closer to me and stroked between his legs. I told him to pass me the vibrator, and we shared it for a while. I didn’t want to hold him too long, tire him out too much, he was close and he needed release before his short energy reserves ran out. I sucked his cock and climbed on top of him and fucked him backwards. We came. He looked like he needed it, almost as much as me. The darkness subsided.