Sore

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I am just getting to bed and my body is sore but my mind is happy, my soul at peace. I spent a night and morning with Mr. D loving me, tormenting me, satiating me. I have some sore spots where I know Mr. D marked me and then some random odd places where I’m sore and it makes little sense. My forearm muscle…really? What’s that about?

The soreness tells me I’m owned and I’m wanted. I will give you all the details tomorrow but for tonight I just wanted to stop in to say hello. It has been a while since we’ve talked. My life skidded out of control but I’ve reigned it in for the moment.

And yes, that is really me. I wore that dress for Mr. D one day and then missed seeing him. I ended up in meetings instead. So, the shot was to show him what he missed. I thought I’d share. 🙂

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