Ecstasy
I, in a startling display of stupidity, went against all historical data on my skin and decided to do a quick shave of the legs using a lotion that I'd never previously used or patch tested.
Bad move.
Thus, I currently have rashes from the tops of my knees to the ankles of both of my legs. It's misery. The fibers of my warm fuzzy pajama pants prickling each red little raised outpost. The distraction of it. The subtle shifting of the legs to alleviate the irritation. The obsessiveness of detailing how miserable it is.
...Until in that awful moment of weakness, I scratch. It's almost worth having the rash just to feel this euphoria. The pure sensual pleasure that I take in it is can be elevated to orgasm, or taking the first bite of a double chocolate cake, and of the hard press of fingers into tense trapezius muscles.
Then the self-recriminations begin. Fuck. Shouldn't have done that.
Bad move.
Thus, I currently have rashes from the tops of my knees to the ankles of both of my legs. It's misery. The fibers of my warm fuzzy pajama pants prickling each red little raised outpost. The distraction of it. The subtle shifting of the legs to alleviate the irritation. The obsessiveness of detailing how miserable it is.
...Until in that awful moment of weakness, I scratch. It's almost worth having the rash just to feel this euphoria. The pure sensual pleasure that I take in it is can be elevated to orgasm, or taking the first bite of a double chocolate cake, and of the hard press of fingers into tense trapezius muscles.
Then the self-recriminations begin. Fuck. Shouldn't have done that.