read it if you want to but i'm warning you in advance

So this is how the story of my trauma came to life as you read the words I type.

My boyfriend came over today and brought me dinner in a Tupperware container. I laughed on the inside because it was delightfully wonderful that he had made dinner for himself and I. he can be a sweet sweet man. We deiced to watch the movie Atonement. He sat on the couch and I sat on the floor eating the dinner he cooked for me which by the way was steak grilled (on a grill outside!!!), rice and beans (yum beans are my favorite!!!), and some homemade salsa on the side. Thank goodness for the great Mexican boyfriend I have, I love salsa! When I finished I cozied up with him on the couch. I could tell this man was a wee bit horny. Ok let me take a step aside from the story and tell a side story. My boyfriend and I have a unique sex life. We are not swingers, we are not gay, and we are not into bondage (even though would like to try out a whip or hand cuffs). I am the horny one and my boyfriend is not. Odd you are thinking but alas it is true. I feel I am being to have sex with him but he says it’s his job that is wearing him out. Not fair on me though. AAHHHHH!!!!  Ok, enough about that I shall bring you back to the story, so I was quite surprised today that he wanted to have sex. Well we did. Started with the basic touchy feely to ripping the clothes off and humping each other hardcore. I love it that way. I’m not going to get into much detail but what I will tell you, you can keep reading to find out. So I cam a few times, you know the female ejaculation types well that’s me. I kind of made his lap wet. Moved to a different position and finished that way. After sex I had this burn in my loins, mind you this is after sex and not before it and my stomach was aching. I was thinking damn I had some great orgasms, but that wasn’t the case I actually felt sick. So I went upstairs to use the restroom and peed, but I still felt weird. I lay on my bed, that’s when the boyfriend came up and asked me what was wrong. Told him I didn’t know, all I know is that around Wednesday I’ll be getting my period. So maybe that’s what caused my trauma of burning loins. Oh they burned. Then I had a movement a bowl movement, and I ran to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and pooped. It was a great pooped didn’t even stink and would you imagine but no more burning in my loins. What I could feel was the orgasms that my boyfriend gave to me. So my loins were happy and my vagina was happy. Yes, laiditoutinlavender, I wrote vagina and used it in the blog, but that’s my favorite word besides saying it in Spanish. See in Spanish it’s spelt the same but sounds something like baa-hee-nah, almost like its second name. Hello, my vagina’s name is baa-hee-nah. Sounds good to me.

Ok so that’s the end of the story of my burning loins. It was so odd for me to feel that after sex that I had to write about it, marking this day in history on vox.