I grew up hearing stories from older guys about their days in “the suck” when they went off to the “world of shit” where “… shit happens and sometimes you step in it, then you have to adapt and overcome.” It was from “their war” and it was hard to get it out of them, so as a kid, I kept quiet and listened. Then later, I joined to see if I had what it takes to make it in the “world of shit.”
My turn came travelling down the bottom of a wadi in some fucking sandbox towards a town that reported red on red action. We were supposed to check that shit out and let the brass know what Ali Baba was up to. We were in a gun truck that we were supposed to get some Haji armor stuck on the following day or week when we went back. There was an IED.
Then just like that I am being told I’m in Germany. Then it is all just bullshit and I remember beeping noises. Tubes. Feeling like I constantly was pissing. And I’m always fucking tired. And I’m not sure what is happening right then or what the fuck the time line was.
Then I heard my mom’s voice from somewhere and dad was out there just beyond wherever she was. And I buzzed almost constantly and throbbed. Then, motherfucker, I begin to figure it out.
There’s another voice I hear too. A woman’s voice. Melodic and familiar and no way in hell was she anywhere near wherever the fuck I was because I wasn’t really sure where the fuck I was. I knew her voice. Like, I’ve always known her voice from way back when I wasn’t wherever the fuck I was at right now. Mom’s voice was there too.
The melodic voice, I liked it and always did. I remembered her and she was the one I had a crush on ever since I was in 3rd or 4th grade. Yes, I had it put together and I was also putting it together what I had been in and that I was totally fucked up. My mom was my “cheerleader” telling me that everything was going to be alright and that it was just going to be a matter of time and dad said he was always going to be there for me.
Melodic voice? She was total no shit and no sugar and always was. She tells me she got it from her mom. I think she is fucking with me because I think that she invented it and was just trying to blame someone else. I told her that and she told me, “fuck that soldier boy, I invented that shit.”
I was remembering more and more about her and mainly remembering that I really hadn’t forgotten her at all. She was always on my mind but I was so fucked up that I didn’t want to burden her and after my 4th surgery I told her that we should probably get on with our lives and no hard feelings.
Her reply was immediate and I found out I still had both of my testicles because they were in her hand and she was applying some pressure to them. Then her fucking laser beam eyes burned through my skull and she was livid pissed and told me I had better listen to every fucking word that came out of her mouth. I did.
She was a bitch when it came to my PT between surgeries and was always on my ass about moving this, or moving that, flexing this, or flexing that. And that orange fucking tennis ball that she had me tracking with my eyes and then squeezing with my hand, first one and then the other. The parallel bars and trying to walk and her at the other end shaking her tits so that I would be motivated. She didn’t give a fuck that the PT guy or gal saw what she was doing.
She was there and she was and is, the real deal. She’s been described here as a “meat axe” or a “lil shit” and she is all that. She knew me when I could bend a horseshoe but that didn’t impress her because she said she could shove it my ass and not break a sweat. The way she said it made me think she probably could. It’s a memory I always think about and someday I might be able to bend a horseshoe again. She always says, “What the fuck for?”
She brings me back to earth. The only person on earth that is a match for her is our daughter. Her grandmother @Lora_C nicknamed her “Payback” and would spoil her rotten, give her sugar, not make her take her nap, and then give her back to her mom, the woman I finally let marry me. And I guess I would have to say that my wife’s mom was a match for her, too.
I’m talking about DD or @Dahiana the “lil shit”.
If you have read this far, then now is the time I tell you why I wrote all of that, besides me being in love with her. Part of my physical therapy had to do with a thing called an “multi axis trainer”. It is an awesome piece of machinery that is big and I have to keep it in the shop and garage bay at the very back. When I had some of my surgeries, they would have to suspend me so that it would take some pressure off of my joints or spine. This axis machine would do that and sometimes they would be able to map out where some of the shrapnel and metal shards were to later get them out. An MRI would hurt sometimes and some of that shit was too close to my heart or spine to chance it. Anyway, the axis, “circus ride”, helped and it was good for my joints. I’m almost back to where I was before I went in, but won’t be all the way back, probably.
So, my wife has this thing with alien abduction and being probed. And here I thought my enemas were weird but I may not be the winner of the weirdness award. It wasn’t until I came out to her about my enemas that we started opening up about weird shit we wanted to try. I like space operas and used to watch “Firefly”, “Star Trek” and UFO documentaries. It never occurred to me that sometimes after watching the UFO shows that had alien abduction or “lost minutes” that my wife and I would end up having some pretty good sex.
She liked for me to examine her, like in the med fet that is here, and so I built her a little exam room at the back of the shop tucked away behind the office and disguised. That turns her on and I like doing it and playing doctor with her, but I’m not that up on medical terminology to make it real. But if she wanted me to change her oil or give her an alignment, then I’m the guy. We have a lot of fun with shop tools too like a break over bar, a battery filler and she now sees the local ACE Hardware store as a potential for sex toys. However there is a problem with being under a vehicle when she decides to attack. I have one more scar on my forehead that wasn’t IED related because she wanted to surprise me.
A while back, when I came out about my enemas, she was game enough to let me give her an enema in the “circus rings” in the chair. I think that’s been over a year or longer and she started letting me in on one of her fantasies, like the UFO stuff. That has a lot of potential and I had rigged up a helmet with noise cancelling head phones and even head phones, some welding goggles with blinders, to keep out the noise. We would do an exam where I would “abduct” her and put on the head gear and tie her down to a table and have my way with her.
It was a scene we were really getting into until she lost her mom and then her dad and we had to take care of that. But now things are getting back to where we are liking it with the “random ambush enemas” and a few times of “abducting” her and stripping her and taking her into the “mother ship” to examine her. Some of our play had me adding a gag because of then noise she made during her alien abduction.
Then here in this site, we figured out what really gets her going and we are going to refine the hell out of it and make it work. While she thought the enema in the “circus rings” was interesting, it probably isn’t that practical. The bag and hose just don’t spin that well, but the proper alien anal probe in place will work out great. She is still going to get an enema or two, because that makes it easier for the aliens to clear the field for observational purposes.
Already I am seeing some anticipation in her when I look out the window and mention that there are strange lights. Then sure enough, the kids have to get their baths and get ready for bed.
I have a feeling that this “alien abduction” phase will be replacing the “random ambush enemas” or hopefully be added to our growing list of sex games.
Really, anything to get her naked will make me happy and I would dress up like Wharf in my avatar. But that might not be necessary because most of the alien abductions I’ve ever heard about involve bright lights and the specimen doesn’t always get a good look at their abductors.
I think I am going to really like this.