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On a lovely Spring morning, I woke up at 6 am with kitties sitting on my head. It was early enough that I did the only thing that was certain to get the day started off right: I fished the Hitachi out from under my bed and had at it.
“Just for a few moments,” I thought to myself. “One orgasm, maybe two, and then I’ll be ready for the day.”
Note for future reference: Kitties are not amused by the sound of a plug-in vibe roaring to life.
How many times did I come? I’m not sure. I stopped counting at once; somewhere around veinte, I realized that no longer could I hold back the gushing for even one second longer, new comforter be damned.
This is why I am now spending my day doing laundry. And nursing the scratches on my arm.
And I’d still have to say that I got the day started off just right.




