For six days, I had 18 hours day, non-stop movement, thinking, stress, action, caring, doing. It was for the right reasons – but it kicked my ass.
The final leg of my “journey” in being a good daughter, a good dog mom, a good partner/submissive, and a good mom was the 11 hour drive home. I pulled into the driveway, a shaking, blubbering mess. John Brownstone jumped up and down (literally) for joy when he saw me, until he realized I was sobbing behind the steering wheel.
This babygirl’s well of being the patient, firm, independent, in-charge chick had run fucking dry.
He pulled me out of the car, hugged me, calmed me down, got me in the shower, and tucked into bed. He unpacked the car and my luggage. He took over, and it was perfect.
No kinky fuckery but I was okay with that.
But now? My nerves are on edge. I miss him terribly. (Yes, I batted my sleep-crusted eyelashes and asked if he could call out sick today. Sad face – the answer was no.) I’m thinking about what I need to do – instead of what I want to do.
What do I want to do?
Relieve a little stress, of course.
I want to lay naked on the bed, underneath his warm body, spreading my legs wide, begging him to enter me. Fuck me. Love me. Kiss me. Something. Just touch me.
I want to touch my body, remember what it does so well. Slick folds, throbbing clit, gushing release.
I want to bend over the bed, wiggle my ass, and feel the weight of his hand fall against my flesh over and over and over again until I’m crying, laughing, squirming, and begging – all at the same time.
I want to straddle his cock, leaning forward until taut nipples are a breath away from his lips, my hair tickling his face, my body grinding against his. His hands will cover my breasts, squeezing and pulling, while he commands me to ride him until we both come.
I want to collapse against the bed, soaked in my own juices, spent and sated, and fall into a dreamless sleep before waking up to a new position, a new toy, a new pain, a new sensation. Any sensation.
Oh god, I want…I want and I want and I want.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! I’m going to have to keep wanting for a while, but I have no doubt a certain someone will relieve some of the ache for me fairly soon. Until then, we’ll all have to be satisfied with the yummy goodness shared on this the best of all days.