Good morning. I missed posting last night. With Daddy returning home and the election, I was distracted from writing.
So happy Daddy is home! We had dinner together and listened to my son lose his mind over his first election. It was entertaining to say the least. This has been the first time he’s been aware and involved in the whole process. It was telling to hear how his uneducated focus was filled with the rhetoric of the internet. I have worked to be his voice of reason by filling in the details of how government in the US works. We’ve been working on an essay about George Washington’s presidential qualities at the same time. Hopefully, some of our talks sink into his maturing psyche to offset all the hype and drama out there. A mother can only hope.
Daddy is sick so I didn’t expect we’d have sex but true to our dynamic we did. We seem to plough through whatever adversity with our sexual attraction to each other leading the way. Yay.
God, I needed him. His touch and our connection light me on fire and warm me through and through. No matter if it is a full blown scene or simply perfunctory before bed vanilla sex, I need him and it sates my ache.
So, hopefully this fills my quota for last night’s talk and I will talk to you again tonight. Love and hugs. No matter if you are pleased with the election or think the cart is now off the rails, the kinky world will go on.
Big fluffy booby hugs my people. 😘