Hotel Sex

Yes, we had it on vacation.  In between hanging with family, meeting new people, dancing, eating, getting dressed up and all the rest of the debauchery of Vegas; we enjoyed each other.  

Since moving in together our sexual schedule has changed.  When we lived apart sex was a scheduled thing in many respects.  My son’s time with his dad predominantly governed the time I had free to spend with Daddy.  Our sex revolved around our limited time. All our pent up needs would wait and then when we saw each other we would have all that energy stored up like a wound rubberband. 

After moving in our schedule began to change.  I see Daddy every day now.  My son lives with us most of the time in a little house with very little separation of spaces.  Initially, I felt like I was on the same sexual schedule.  As the days without my son in the house would approach, I would get wound up.  Time with Daddy is coming! My body would tense up as my mind would do the happy dance that precursed our play times.  But as life would have it, things would get in the way.  Work was hard for one of us that day, family would be over, something got in the way of our tryst and I would get dejected. 

We’ve started having sex as husband and wife do, when the time and opportunity arise.  Sometimes hurried, sometimes being as quiet as mice because the child is home, but generally no longer on a ‘dating’ schedule. 

Sex in a hotel before this vacation wasn’t any different than sex at home together.  We were our same uninhibited selves.  This time though, it felt more free, more wild.  The child was in another state entirely.  I had my voice back.  I intermittenly wondered if the people in neighboring rooms could hear me. I didn’t care.  

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Arrival

Mr. D and I arrived to our hotel on Wednesday.  We are attending a Vegas Bash having to do with body acceptance for bigger people.  He’s been part of this community many years and I’m only being introduced to it this year.  In his past, he’s enjoyed many trysts at the bashes with many people.  He is the life of the party and many know him and his crew here. I had heard about the bashes for a long time and this would be my first one. 

We got to our room and were unpacking our luggage.  Mr. D sat in a sofa chair and beckoned me over.  “Kneel,” he said.  I knelt in between his legs. “This week is about us.  We are going to have fun and relax and enjoy our family.  This week is about you and about me. No one else.”  I smiled and nodded and put my arms around him.  I have so much love for this man.  He makes me feel so loved and protected and cared for in so many ways.

From what Daddy has told me, bashes can end up being a lot of partying and sex.  Many hook-ups happen and since we are an open couple and he’s been promiscuous at bashes in the past, he was setting the tone for how we would behave at this event.  I felt my heart swell with joy that he wanted just me for this bash.  That won’t always be the case, he is desired by many.  I felt so cradled within his affection and care through his words and choice.

“You may rise,” he said.  As soon as I kissed him and returned to unpacking he called me back. “Wait, I wasn’t done with you.”  He pointed to the floor and I knelt before him again.  “Close your eyes.” I obeyed and knelt waiting.  “Ok, open them.”

When I looked up he had a white jewelry box on his chest.  He had a smile on his face.  “Open it.” Inside were the most beautiful diamond and emerald earrings.  They have a floating emerald that moves and sparkles in the light with a swath of diamonds curling around it.  The sides are filigreed in a delicate pattern of swoops and curls.  They are the most beautiful earrings I’ve ever seen. I didn’t know what to say, they were so beautiful.  He had gotten me a charm for my charm bracelet to commemorate our trip already.

I fumbled my words. “Oh Daddy, they are beautiful. You already got me the charm.”  How could he be so wonderful?  How do I deserve such a man and such gifts?

“I can spoil you.  You’d better get used to it because you’re mine.”  I beamed and my heart did a little happy dance in my chest.  I put them on.  As luck would have it, I brought three green dresses for the occasions of the bash.  It didn’t really matter what I wore though because I knew I wasn’t taking those earrings off. 

I love him so.  He doesn’t need to shower me with jewels just having him is the best gift I could hope for.  

Vacation 


I am on vacation this week with my son. Mr. D is at home keeping the home fire burning.  I miss him.  I am having a lot of fun with my boy though.

I’ve never been overly emotional but when Mr. D woke me to kiss me goodbye I teared up.  We haven’t had to be apart at all since he moved in.  It surprised me to awaken to such feelings of loss.  I laid in bed after he left for work thinking about my responses to him.  It’s still new to me.  

I guess it is part and parcel of the baby girl he is cultivating in me.  I feel more vulnerable with him and yet safer.  Sometimes I resist it, sometimes I embrace it.  No matter how I respond, I know he has my heart.

Happy 2nd Anniversary

Happy 2nd Anniversary Daddy.  I love everything about our life together.  I’m so happy we are living together and are a family now. 

Every day gives me more reasons to love you and I feel so honored to be yours.  I am in awe of how easily our lives melded together this past week.  We were careful and waited for the boy for which I’m ever grateful.  I know beyond any doubt that I would have been by your side constantly after that first weekend if not for my responsibilities.  I am still so touched and awed by how you consider my needs and his in your choices and your thoughts.  

I’m never had a love that felt so right, so perfect.  I’ve never felt so as one with anyone in my life.  I am completely fulfilled being yours and fitting into the place that I call home on your chest, tucked under your protective arm.  

Everyone is made differently.  I do all I can to fit into what people need and want.  I care for them and love that care.  With you it is effortless.  I am whole in service to you and in love with you Daddy.  I’ve never before felt quite as comfortable as the me I am.   Your dominance encircles my submission and completes it.

I am ever intoxicated by you.  Your words are the source of a flame that burns ever more brightly the more we play and dance this erotic dance.  I feel your heat, it lights a passion in me that is so strong and palpable.  It is my air.  

You are my everything Daddy.  Happy Anniversary.

Happy

Daddy has been teaching at work this week so has gone in a little later than normal. This means he’s been leaving about the time I wake up normally. Unless I’m really tired, I wake up during his morning routine so I can be with him and say goodbye. What this has meant is that I’m up just a little early. This morning my son is off to school with his dad. I sat in bed and enjoyed the morning. I made coffee and masturbated thinking about the fun Daddy and I had last night. He had the evening planned and took advantage of me when I returned from dropping my son at his father’s. I’ll tell you more about last night in another post.

This morning was so nice. I feel like everything is right in my world. Daddy is home. I had a certain low level of tension resident in my mind constantly about him or my son. When I was with one, I’d wonder and worry just a little bit about the other. Are they okay? Are they happy today? Do they need me to x, y, or z? Typical ‘mom’ or ‘submissive’ cares and worries, I suppose, but it was always there. Daddy doesn’t like being alone and my son has issues with his father so either way, I worried a little. That’s life when you care about your loves.

This morning though, I still had those tethers out to both my men but the lines were quiet. I feel more at peace this morning knowing they are both with me now a majority of the time. Content and that all is good, everyone is okay, all my loves are taken care of for the moment.

I’ve noticed that tether since the minute my son was born. It was something I had not noticed until then, that constant care, that connection, that link to another person. I feel that with Daddy too. I’m not sure when in the past two years it grew but it is a thick, strong cable now.

Together

Mr. D moved in over the weekend. We’ve had a couple days of settling in.  We’re still unpacking things here and there but this week has generally been a slice of normal day-to-day life.  

My son is getting used to Mr. D being there everyday after school.  We’ve had family dinner each night and the consistency and routine of family time at the table is so defining.  With one child to feed and myself not a high priority, dinner was hit and miss at times.  I’d make something simple for the boy and he’d eat on the couch many an evening. He feels the change and I’m happy for it.  I love taking care of my new family. 

Evenings have been relaxed and enjoyable.  Mr. D gets up earlier then us so we’re finding a routine of adult time at his bedtime then I have solo time with my son afterwards for remaining homework and bedtime.  

It’s new to have sex in a tiny home with my teenager in the other room but we accomplished it one night so far.  It was quiet but still hot and needy.  One more variety to add to our repertoire. 

All-in-all it’s been a perfect first week together.