Have I mentioned lately…
… that I effing love, crave, absolutely adore Monday nights with New Guy?
The world goes away for a couple of hours. I forget it all… I forget about the bills that won’t go away just because I’m not getting work. I don’t fret about my boyfriend who is exhausted all the time, about the threat of inevitable heart surgery looming, even though we never talk about it. My mother, whom I haven’t spoken to since New Year’s Eve? She disappears for a while too. The treadmill of doom grinds to a halt.
All that’s left is a fiercely dominant and sweetly compassionate man, as dependable as the dawn, his bag of tricks, the trust and the pain. The pain that takes me out of the future and the past and puts me squarely in the moment. The pain I struggle against, then surrender to. And the trust that allows it.
I don’t remember the sequence this evening. It seems both of us were insatiable tonight — he couldn’t spank enough, and nothing was too much for me. I know it hurt… I even remember crying out his name at one point, and I only do that when it’s really pushing my limits. Was everything harder and faster than ever tonight, or did I just imagine it? Bent over my recliner, over the ottoman, on the couch, on the carpet… it’s all a blur.
Not many pictures this time. He was too busy whacking to do much clicking. This was taken early in the evening:
Notice that @#$%ing toy bag of his on my left. Arrggh.
Oh, and one more thing is prevalent in those couple of hours. Laughter. Lots of it. He got a wee bit overzealous with the flogger and hit the lamp with it. No damage. “Hey,” he said, “does that mean I’m a light spanker?” Oh, har har har. He made another couple of light/lamp jokes, and really, what else could I do but tell him he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the chandelier?
Paid for that, of course.
When we were winding down and talking, I mentioned that I was reading Dick Van Dyke’s autobiography. He said we could play Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore; I said no, because Mary was 12 years younger than Dick, and I’m two years older than NG is. “So?” he said. “It’s just pretend. I’m not really Dick Van Dyke.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I murmured. “You’re kind of a Dick sometimes.”
Paid for that too. 😀
He did stop spanking me long enough to… guess what?
Watch two episodes of Dark Shadows with me! Yes, I initiated him into my second favorite obsession. He even got to see my heartthrob Quentin.
Wonderful spanking, Dark Shadows, and I’m about to have some chocolate. At this moment, life is quite perfect, thank you.
And I guess this moment is all any of us has.