He’s gone away, on holiday.
Gone to learn new rope tricks, and then come home and try them all out on me.
Gone to buy me something very personal and special that we chose together before he left. (He plans things, none of the last-minute rush for him.)
Gone to rest and relax from all the crazy of late.
And I? I wish him the most wonderful, relaxing, enjoyable time away. I genuinely hope he and Sub1 have a great time.
He promised he would be in touch as soon as he landed, and he was, in his way. I already knew he was safe, i could feel it. The phone call confirmed it.
Right now, the warm and fuzzy around my heart means I know he’s having fun. This both calms and delights me concurrently.
I slept earlier, and an image of him straddling me, floated before my eyes.
“Again?” I’d asked him, as he secured my wrists to each side of the bed. “That’s the third time in as many hours that you’ve wanted to fuck me.”
He said nothing, merely sniggering in his cattish way, and smirking at me out of the corner of his eye.
“I’m not complaining,” I reassured him.
“I should hope not. Now, instead of all that talking, how about 25 words for me?”
“Holy shit. Now? Goddamn rotten, evil, mean feline.”
“Why, thank you, my dear.”
While considering the 25 words, I realised that he had upended the bottle of lube and was about to trickle it on me.
“No! It’s cold, it’ll be cold!” I squealed.
My protests counted for nothing, as he dribbled the lube over the girls (as he likes to refer to the expansive chest area with which I have been blessed). He then bent to kiss me, before starting to fuck the girls hard and fast.
His legs straddled me, squeezing me between his thighs. If ever there were an occasion where I felt owned, and restrained, contained and sublimated — this was it.
His cock glided smoothly between my breasts, hitting me on the chin every so often, as he reached forward to tug at my hair, never losing eye contact with me for a second.
It’s part of that natural connection we have — i can look in his eyes and read what he’s about to say, and I’ve not been wrong yet.
Suddenly he tensed. And came. All over my face and hair, on my lips, cheeks and eyelids.
And then bent to kiss me.
It was this image with which I awoke.