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Without Saying It…

18 Mar

When He’s tired, i like to massage His feet.

i like being on the floor, at His feet.  Taking my time to carefully untie His shoes, pull them off with some grace,  Socks ~ sliding a finger under the edge and gently slipping them off.

And then ~

~ Stroke gently, rub more firmly, knead and massage ~ and gently caress…

He says He can feel the tension leaving His body when i do that.   Making love to His feet, really.  My hands say, “You matter to me.  i want you to feel good, to feel treasured.”

As i begin to work my hands up his legs, i pause.  “Would you like to go lie down, Sir?  That way i can massage your back too.”

He agrees, it is almost a moan as He says, “O, yes, that’s a good idea,” and we move to the bedroom.  i long to touch Him all over.

i may never say the words “i love you,” to this man, my Sir.  But i will show Him with my hands.

Later, when He is more relaxed, and i have climbed into bed, naked beside Him, His hands caress me, opening, probing… making me moan.  Pinching my nipples til i whimper.

Filling me ~ my hot wetness ~ taking me deep ~  climbing to that over-the-top, shuddering release ~

~ and lying behind me, spooning me, holding me warm and safe.

He may never say the words either…

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On a  whole different note ~ saw this on Facebook:

Isn’t that great?
 
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‘Nilla asked:   If you could eat one thing, totally guilt-free…and with no consequences, what would it be?
 
 
Bread.  
 
 
i’m not sure which kind.  Maybe boule.  Maybe ciabatta.  Maybe some garlic bread ~ sweet Italian bread ~ or baguettes ~ or any of those wonderful treats.  Hot, fresh from the oven, with something to dip it in.  Or with a glass of wine, and some cheese, and fruit.   Or with a big plate of pasta…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Yep.  Bread.
 
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And Jade wants to know:
 
When is the last time you were surprised (in a good way)?
 
i guess the most recent time was when my boss told me she was giving me a bonus.  That was completely unexpected, a little bit of “found money” and even more exciting, a real sign of approval.  It was pretty cool.
 
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Upcoming events:  i think i’m going to the Special Interest Group discussion today!  It’s been so long since i’ve been to anything kinky, i’m really excited.  So i may have a story to tell tomorrow, who knows?
 
 

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Home

13 Mar

i hear His car out front.  Hear an engine stop, and i look out the window.

Yes!  It is Him this time, and not some random neighbor!  

It takes Him a minute to get to the door.  He has to get His bag, {His toy bag} and His laptop, and His bag with His clothes.  Close the car doors…

Which gives me plenty of time to stop whatever i’m doing and meet Him at the door.  i open the front door, so i can see Him  as He comes up the path, open the storm door as He gets to it.

In one movement, He steps through the door, drops His bags to one side, and wraps His arms around me, or i wrap mine around Him, somehow, we’re wrapped around each other, holding on.

Pressed to His chest, i think i can feel His heart beating…  if i stretch up the least bit, my lips reach His neck, right at the shoulder, and i kiss that spot ~ and He tilts His head a little so i can reach better.

i love the feel of His skin under my lips, His taste.  i touch the tip of my tongue to His skin and feel Him respond.

His shoulders are solid and strong, i can feel the muscles of His back under my hands.  His arms encircle me, His hands are firm.  i am caught and contained, held…

and my whole body sighs with pleasure and relief.

i am home.

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Touch

1 Feb

Thank goodness for carry-out ~ i decided to get Chinese for Sir last night, so i went to this one restaurant i know that’s real good.  But i searched the menu without finding anything that would meet the criteria of my new eating plan.  

So i place his order and walk down the street ~ it’s really a little strip mall ~ to another restaurant and get a piece of grilled whitefish and a side salad.  Walk back and pick up his order, walk back and pick up mine.  Voila!  A lovely, delicious dinner to please both of us!

i drive home, start to unpack the styrofoam boxes.  i know i’ve got plenty of time to set the table and clean up cause He hasn’t texted that He’s on the way yet.  And since He typically runs about half an hour late, i figure i’ve got almost an hour prep time.

Til i hear a car door slam.

“Weird,” i think.   “i hope that’s not somebody dropping by.”

i go to look, and omigosh, it’s Sir ~ twenty minutes earlier than He said He’d be.  Fifty minutes earlier than i expected!

He’s laughing cause He knows i’m shocked speechless.  But delighted.  It’s excellent timing, because you know, my house keeper came yesterday, so there was no tidying up that needed to be done.

Anyhow, that was just a nice surprise, and an opportunity for Him to show me that i should never think He’s completely predictable.

So after we get through eating, we begin to touch.

i feel His skin absorbing my caress like  lotion.  It is an energy exchange and the power flows between us.

i thought i would write this morning about what it felt like, but i have no words today.  i feel Him in my palms still, as if He’s left a trace memory behind.

i feel His caresses lingering on my skin.

There’s research that show how essential touch is to the survival of infants.  i don’t know if there’s research on touch and adults.  There’s that thing they say about hugs – what it is – something about people needing 5 hugs a day to survive?  Which is clearly not true, since many of us manage to get by on much fewer than that.

But there’s something about touch…  i need it.  Crave it.  Revel in it.  The caress of a lover.

Leaves me speechless.

There was no pain last night, and last night that was fine.  Today, i find myself drawn to this quote by Toni Morrison, but decided Facebook is not really the place to post it.  

So i bring it here.  Somehow, it reminds me of lil’s post about doing better with extremes.   

“Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder. 

And I the eye of the storm.” 
― Toni Morrison, Jazz

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