This morning, so far so good. Perhaps I am speaking too soon. I've only just got out of bed, and the first thing I did was lazily slide a box of cereal along the kitchen bench only to have it hit something, fall over and spill everywhere. Faaaail. But, I'm basing the "good" part on the fact that I ate cereal at all, and while physically distressing, mentally I'm doing ok. Trying to "normalise" that full feeling.
Last night, I needed some TLC. I felt fat and sad. Quite miserable indeed. I didn't want Luke to touch my body. I felt so large and I was afraid that fingers on me would make me feel larger. When he accidently moved his hand from my neck down to my belt I felt like his hand was on fire, I felt like throwing up. I twitched and he apologised, admitting he'd forgotten that I'd just told him not to touch my "fat parts". But he kissed me, gently then deeply, and all was forgiven. He slid his hand into my jeans and groped my cock. Doesn't matter what the situation, my dick always responds to his touch. He joked, asking if my cock was a fat part. I said, it is now... and he slid down the bed to take off my belt and unbutton my jeans, pulling my cock out, kissing it between agonisingly slow strokes. Finally he took it into his wet mouth. Felt like way too long since he'd sucked me (I'm never on the receiving end dammit) and I put my hands on his head to ensure he didn't stop.
...And that's all, folks, because I'm off to get ready for a call now. Yeehaa!
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Damnit!! 
