Can I just say…
…that if I don’t engage in some really intense spanking play soon, I’m going to explode into a gazillion tiny pieces?
(sigh) The end to this spanking exile is on the horizon. Steve is moving tomorrow. After that, it’s done. All the packing and prepping and arranging and hassles will be behind him. He’ll still have to settle in, but there won’t be any rush. It will be time to celebrate.
To get back to normal. I must be patient just a little while longer.
Reading about all the playing and the upcoming parties on FetLife isn’t helping. Perhaps I need to stay away for a while. (Yeah, right. Ms. FetLife addict is going to stay away from there.) It’s kind of like being put on a sugar-free diet and then constantly staring into bakery windows.
I need that fix. I need that pain and pleasure and release. That special connection with my top. Soon. So soon. Good things come to those who wait. Think of how delicious it’s going to be…
Meanwhile, last Friday, John was at a Kaiser outpatient clinic, getting a transesophageal echocardiogram (TEE, for short). In short, they sedated him and put a tube down his throat so they could closely examine the back of his heart. It took about an hour-and-a-half and I waited there so I could take him home afterward. We had both expected him to be out of it and uncomfortable after it was over, but he was fine. He even wanted to go out to dinner, when I had been prepared to pick up some soup or something for him. Next, he has to get the results on a CD, so he can take them to another doctor for a second opinion; that will take a couple of weeks. And so it goes. Next weekend is his birthday; ours are 13 days apart. It’s been a stressful time, so I think celebration is due for him as well, now that that test is behind him.
Onward. Hope everyone had a great weekend, and hope you had a wonderful birthday, Bonnie! 🙂