A taste of honey…
… is worse than none at all.
My fellow oldies aficionados will recognize that as a line from “I Second That Emotion” by Smokey Robinson & the Miracles. Do you think it’s true?
Bizarre phenomenon about this thing we do. At times during my years in this, I’ve had droughts — weeks, months without it. I didn’t like that one bit, but for the most part, I dealt with it. But now that I’m getting spanked weekly, it’s in my blood. If I go without it, I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin.
Because I had eating disorders for so many years and food was my drug of choice, I often liken things I enjoy to food. Allow me to wax metaphorical here for a few moments.
During the three weeks before last Saturday (three New Guy-less weeks), I had a vague but persistent craving for chocolate cake.
It was annoying, to be sure. And it wouldn’t go away.
Then, last Saturday, it happened. Ahhhh, there it was, Devil’s Food cake, proffered by quite the devilish one himself. Mmmmmmmmm. I got to have one wonderful taste.
Plus a little extra frosting, if you count the quickie fortune-cookie caning. Then I had to wrench myself away.
And I’ve been obsessing about that fucking cake ever since.
A taste wasn’t enough. The greedy monster within was roused, and I wanted more.
I am not making this up — last Saturday night, I woke in the middle of the night, all keyed up from the day, unable to go back to sleep. I had a terrible urge to waken John and say, “Hey, honey, wouldja…?” No, not have sex with me; spank me. My whole body craved it. But I didn’t wake him up, of course. The man works insane hours and is an exercise junkie; he is chronically exhausted. He needs his rest.
New Guy and I had an interesting exchange this week, as you know. He’ll be back in town tomorrow and back in my apartment this following Monday. When he said it looked like I’d gotten what I deserve at Spanking Court, I said it was an appetizer (again with the food!). He wrote back that I could expect an all-you-can-eat buffet from him. Never knowing when to stop, I told him that sounded dirty. 😀 He then answered that I’m a naughty girl and I have a filthy mind.
(Yeah… and your point is…?)
But you know, I am a very lucky woman. I don’t have to wait and crave much longer. That exquisite and ferocious pain, the surge of emotions, the sweet oblivion… all will be mine once again. Soon.
(Don’t you want to just dive into that? I do!)
The greedy little monster within will be sated. I will have all the chocolate cake my little heart desires. And whaddaya know… I won’t gain an ounce. 🙂