I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my fat ass, and damn Katherine Karbanaght for buying all those cans of Pringles and leaving them in the pantry. Did you know that one Pringle chip has almost ten calories? I ate 30 in one mouthful one time. One time? Ha!
I go to take a chair but can barely sit. My bottom is still stinging and sore from what Ricardo did to me last night. I’ve never felt such exquisite pain, never knew a man could take an hour and stretch it out to eternity. From the moment my feet were strapped in, I knew I was his…
Indifferent... barking orders. He was so stern, so demanding… insisting that I do whatever he requested, just like he always does. Ricardo!
I stand and rub the backs of my legs, still remembering the violent pleasure of our experience together. I have begun to crave the sweat, the torment, the absolute torture that my evenings with Ricardo bring me.
I must have more.
Tentatively, I dial the number of the gym...
“Hi, is Ricardo leading another spin class tonight?”
THE DAILY SCALEY
To quote Bruce Springsteen,
"I'm going down, down, down, down, down..."
