The other night Daddy and I had some unexpected alone time. Living together has been amazing but one change is that I see Daddy every day not just the times I’m free from parenting. So, having alone time together is just as much a ‘thing’ as it was before but different somehow. Now, I get to see him every day but not every day is sexual time. Now, all our time is together. One result of this is we can’t have sex every time the mood strikes, another is we’re not missing each other so desperately by the time we get to be alone.
I long for our alone time. Monday while we were having sex, I got so turned on and so wound up. I felt really close to subspace without any dominance pushing me there. I felt that frenzy of need. Looking back, I think it was a matter of seeing Daddy all week but not having that sexual time whenever we want it. It is like a slow burn. It resides in the background until a match is lit.