Today, Mr. D and I had only a little over a two-hour window in which to play. His son is home from college for spring break, and they spent Saturday-Monday skiing in Mammoth, and tonight they were having a barbecue. So, not much time. (sigh) Mr. D promised he’ll make it up to me next week. But you know what? We may not have had a large quantity of time today, but we made every minute the highest quality. 🙂
I didn’t want him to have to bother loading pictures and sending them when he got home, because I knew he’d be busy, so we used my camera today. The advantage to that is that mine is much smaller and lighter, so he can use it while I’m OTK.
And yes, I was having a wonderful time.
Although that didn’t stop me from sassing him. At some point, I don’t remember what he did or said, but I said, “Don’t be such a butt.”
“Excuse me?” he said. “You’re saying that to me when I’ve got my hands on your butt?”
I shrugged. “Hey, I could have said ‘Don’t be such an ass.’ ” I swear, I don’t get points for anything.
He also discovered this afternoon just how ticklish I am. Ack. I am @#$%ing toast.
I’m not quite sure what happened today. Maybe he’d read all my descriptions of the varied techniques I experienced over the Vegas weekend. All I know is that I’ve come to recognize his technique and I was quite familiar with it — until today. He completely switched everything up, varying the tempo and intensity, alternating fast flurries with slow whacks, slapping all over both cheeks. I was surprised, breathless and thoroughly loving it, arching my bottom up to his hand and moaning like a damn porn star.
After about five seconds of corner time…
… we moved to the bed and onto implements. Again, I had no idea what to expect or how he was going to do it. Oh my god, I loved that so much. Maybe it’s because I knew our time was limited, but I soaked up all the pain and impact and was eager for more.
Gawd, how I love what this man does to me.
After that, he massaged my feet and my calves with those magic hands, and then we cuddled a bit before he had to leave. I was so limp and blissful, he wouldn’t even let me see him to the door; he just tucked me under the covers and let himself out. I lay there for about an hour, basking, before reluctantly dragging myself out of bed and to the computer to do some work.
Mr. D tells me that he loves and needs our play every bit as much as I do. I’m so glad. Because I couldn’t imagine keeping all this enjoyment to myself; it’s so much nicer to share it. 🙂
Hope everyone is having a nice week so far. And thank you so much for all the wonderful comments on my last blog. They made me feel so good! ♥ I almost forgot to bitch about how much I hate Daylight Savings Time. Almost.