Home again

I am sore
and tired

and there's a lot to write about

not quite sure where to start

shall I start with the feeling of being freshly spanked -- pushed over the edge of a table -- breasts against the glass top -- hands on the wall

and hearing the top of the sharpie -- making that slight popping noise as it was removed

and the scratchyness of the letters
taking form

on the small of my back

impossible to tell what was written

and my mind was unable to hold onto the worry of it for long

other than to wonder what word -- has some sharp edges - up and down lines
and some round letters too

I feared it might read "whore" -- a word I hate
that he wants me to take back
and own

but I was too busy to wonder about it for long
I wanted too much
too much attention

too much contact
too much of him

and what was written
and mostly worn off  was

"needy"

yes

we both are