Sponge Breathing

Mind sneaked off after Vicky at first and some thoughts of death because of the brutal death of her husband.

Right hip hurts as usual. Breath was smooth and comfortable the whole time. Breathed pain away. I hold a lot of tension in my legs.

Sit went deep when i started inhabiting my whole body and breathing through all pores, like a sponge. I had three or four moments of bliss that resembled hitting a funny bone or mild orgasm. It is somewhat disorienting. I rush back, recoil from it.

Pride and shame are ruses in the way of sustainable bliss, which has to scale back to pleasure, I know.

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