GHOST BLOG SIGHTINGS

AUTHOR: ... TITLE: DATE: 5:58:00 PM ----- BODY: 1998: Late Just late. I was often late. I often missed my period, since I was starving myself and taking drugs, my period had gone for a Burton. So it was just late. It would turn up when it was ready. February 1998: Savage sex Drunk, high as a kite and stupid with it. We ran into the house late at night, he pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Sometimes our sex was about fucking, not making love, just hard and savage. Sometimes it was tender and loving. Sometimes he kissed me from my head to my toes, other times he pulled my head back by my hair and bit me. I didn’t take the pill, after years of being solely responsible for contraception, I was forcing my man to think about it. Except we didn’t always, we went for it regardless, however there was one rule that was never breached, every time we got carried away or were caught short, a quietly whispered command or reminder, a clench of the thighs holding him still when I heard him catch his breath, when I felt his stretch and him begin to shudder. I had had unprotected sex with my husband and never “caught”. I thought I couldn’t, that I wouldn’t.