Weekend

It was a good weekend. We did chores, we took care of stuff. Daddy helped me with some work I had to do at my Mom’s place. We went to a family event which was nice.

With me falling asleep for half the afternoon on Saturday and our attending an event allllll day on Sunday, we didn’t have any sex time. I feel bad about that. I don’t like disappointing Daddy that way. I didn’t have any school work time either.

Such is life. Some weekends are relaxing and give you time to rejuvenate and some are chaotic and busy.

I have to be careful. Last week, I had some of that ‘too much, too much, everything is happening all at once!’ feeling. I need to be better at planning all my To Do’s so this cart doesn’t fly off the rails at some point.

Happy Monday Folks.

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Morning Wood

I love morning sex. I love quickies, too. We both had to get to work this morning but after I walked the pup and fed all the furry people, there still wasn’t any rustling from Daddy upstairs. Since, he told me he had an early morning and I know I had one too, I wondered at the silence.

I went upstairs and he was still lying (laying, lying…grammar faerie, help!) in bed. He waggled his penis at me then pointed to his crotch. It was those subtle, little signs that told me he had sex on his mind. My small brain had a minor apoplexy about work then gave in and I started sucking his cock.

Can I just say, I love him fucking me. It doesn’t have to be fancy or drawn out. A little physical connection to start the day…a long day, makes it so much better. I got snuggles after too…bonus!

Life is Good when you’re freshly fucked.

College Girl

Yes, I’m a college girl again. After a very, very long time I’ve gone back to college. I’ve finished one semester of online classes and now I’ve moved on to classes at the college.

I have two classes and I’m really enjoying them. One is a math class, I really love math. It is just so beautiful how it works. I could do to learn more math. I only have one required course though.

The other class is a Kinesiology Class. I’m studying all the anatomy terms right now. It is a class about anatomy as it relates to Yoga. So, yeah, first we have to learn the entire skeletal, muscular and nervous systems. Eeesh.

I got all dressed in yoga clothes only to find out it’s not that at all. But if I take two more classes I could be a Certified Yoga instructor. I was thinking about that and how funny it would be to be a fluffy yoga instructor. They are usually all tiny and toned. So, if you have poundage on you, would you take my Fluffy Yoga? Could be fun! I’d tailor it so fluffy folks don’t get discouraged.

I was really nervous about going back to school. Not for the schooling part, I knew I’d love that. But for the rest of life part. I had to tell people at work including my boss that I wanted to take classes. It’s rather deflating to tell a bunch of folks that you actually never did finish the degree they probably assumed I had. But I got through it.

Also, I was really concerned that it would hurt Mr. D and my relationship. My Ex would sabotage me every time I’d go back to school. He’d make everything so difficult in small ways and eventually I’d cave under the pressure. Daddy was so supportive so I took many deep breathes and figured the whole thing out. I only need 5 classes.

I realized about halfway through my first class that I was still holding my breath. Somehow, I expected Daddy to implode in some fashion like my Ex did and I’d have to quit again. But he hasn’t. He’s gotten more supportive as I’ve dedicated myself more to doing this. He came up with a great idea for my son and I to study together each day after work while he relaxed then made us dinner. So, far, it has worked out great.

I’m very happy to be back in school and doubly happy to have such an amazing hubby to support me.

Good Places

I am writing to say I’m in a good place. Mr. D and I have settled into our home and it’s good, really good.

After cleaning out my mom’s house, moving my house and his into one home…after all that shuffling of STUFF, we’re settled. Yay! The last box is unpacked, the last room is organized, the last couple projects are in action.

We’ve moved on to living life together. It’s great. We have routines and we’re together in most things we do. We plan projects and work them out together. Whether it’s my project and he helps or vice-versa, we enjoy it.

Rather than write a sex blog or a D/s blog, I’m going to write a life blog for a while. Life is good and that’s a valuable thing to share, too.

So, if you’re still interested, I still want to write. Hope to catch up with you all soon. ❤️

Today, tomorrow and the days after

I want to write and share my thoughts. I’ve felt stifled for a while. I’m not really sure why. So, I’ll just write a bit and hope to come back to it again. I always do eventually.

I started college again. One of these days I’ll have my degree. I’m 60% done with a summer course. It’s been about 8 years since the last time I took a class. I only have about 5 classes left to finish my degree. So, one class at a time. I’ll get there.

Mr. D and I are doing fine. I’m too busy and he’s dealing with a pain in the ass boss at work so the combo isn’t the best place our relationship has been. But we’re doing ok.

My son is in a bad place. Teenage years. Ugh. Enough said, this blog isn’t about that.

Nothing out of the ordinary to report on the sexual front. We have sex. I think we have good sex. I enjoy it. I just haven’t felt like it’s something to share. Not sure why. There has been play sessions and some hot sessions. Maybe it’s married sex, fun for us but really similar to many other times we’ve had sex. So, it’s not earth-shattering writing material. I think writing…passionate writing…takes gasping, spasming newness. That initial high of subspace, that crazy stupid insane shit you do when it’s all new and you’re high on each other, that kind of material.

I think I need to learn how to write the long-haul subtleties…the beauty of constancy. I miss writing. I miss my submission.

Anticipation

I was shaved and had my face done up. I was naked and lying on the bed. I heard him come through the door and head upstairs. He didn’t greet the dog, he didn’t bring in his luggage. Nothing. He came up the stairs and surveyed what he had waiting for him on the bed.

I had debated having the fan on or not. I didn’t care if I was cold for myself but I didn’t want him touching me and feeling a cold body. We had had what we call cadaver sex before. I had been in an unheated pool for so long that, as we fucked, he got colder and colder. Apparently, my core temperature had come down significantly such that even sex didn’t warm up my insides.

So, none of that this time. He came in and pushed my legs apart. He wanted a taste. I had been playing with myself as commanded. I had thought of a fantasy that had been working for me lately. He makes another man fuck me while he watches. He tells me what a bad slut I’ve been and my punishment is being fucked for his pleasure by whomever he wants. Then he has a really hot girl come in and suck his cock while he watches. It twists me up in several ways. One, he’s displeased so he’s loaned me out to someone I don’t know and two, he’s getting someone else to do what I love doing for him. Regardless of the lack of reality, it gets me off.

He dove into my sex and made me squirm in the best way. I was already aching for him by then. I hadn’t seen him in a week. I was in Sula position which means legs open and palms up by my side on the bed. I wasn’t allowed to move my hands. He knows how that kills me not to touch him.

I had my collar on. I hadn’t worn it in so long it took me looking in all the drawers and rooms to find it. I was happy to have it on again. I was thrilled to have orders, to be doing as he asked.

After he about drove me mad with his mouth in between my legs he got up and said, “Hang your head off the bed slut.” Yes! I thought to myself, he was going to fuck my face. God, I love that. He pushes into my mouth and before I’ve had time to wet my lips he’s most of the way inside. He pulls out and I do whatever I can to get wetness to my bottom lip. This isn’t easy with a huge cock in my mouth by I have to do it. Otherwise, we’re liable to hurt his cock or my lips. In again he pushes and fills my mouth and throat in one full swift motion. The angle with my head hung over the bed is perfect. He can get all the way into my throat, buried to the hilt.

After gagging me several times with his cock, he pulls out and tells me to get in the middle of the bed. He mounts me and begins to fuck me. “What are you?” He asks. I try not to think and simply answer.

“I’m your slut. Your girl. Your wife.”

“Whose are you?” He asks.

“I’m yours!” I say. He thrusts hard. Pushing my legs up to my chest. He fucks me deep and hard filling me with his seed.

Yes, yes, yes!

Daddy is home soon, very soon. He texted from the airport:

I want you in a visceral way. To devour you. I need to see the panic in your eyes as I grip your throat and slam my cock into you. To leave marks on your flesh and your soul. I have a need upon me and I want you.

Here is what you will do. You will shower and shave preparing for my inspection. You will prepare me a drink and a water and place them by the bed. You will put on make-up for Master and then don your collar. When I arrive you will be on your back in the middle of my bed in the Sula position. You will install the butt plug and play with your sex. You may NOT come. You will be ready for me.

When I arrive you will not say a word. Your hands will be placed palms up on the bed and remain there. I will do as I wish.

Master is coming home.

Holy crap! Life is good! Master is coming home, Master is here!

I’m waiting in bed, time to do as I was told. I’ll fill you in later.

Whoop! Yes!