i’m still marveling at all the support there was for Bloggers United for Reproductive Choice, and grateful to Sfp for getting that ball rolling. i read the comments and was amazed and grateful.
i think it also kept those feel-good endorphins going in me, so i wasn’t bothered by any morning after let down from my Valentines Day adventures with Sir.
i took the chicken way out and “asked” for what i wanted by sending Him the link to my blog post. i was a little anxious about that too ~ would He mind that i was using the blog to talk about my hesitation to ask Him directly? Would He mind that i just linked to the post instead of asking?
But i didn’t have to wonder too long, he emailed back pretty quickly, advising me that He’d be at my house at 7, i should “wear buttons, no need for pants, and warm the house in preparation for being naked.”
i could do that. 🙂
When He arrives, i’m appropriately half-dressed, running around lighting candles.
We hold each other for a long time.
i gave Him the Valentine Day present i’d gotten Him – a book of some stories by Kurt Vonnegut which hadn’t been published before. He loved it. Really loved it. So that was way cool.
And then He begins.
He spanks me, and
plays with me,
fists a hand in my hair and makes me kneel.
He spanks me some more… turns me over his knee, playing my ass like it’s a drum. i laugh and the laughter turns to squeals and whimpers and moans.
Sigh…
It was lovely.
There were orgasms to our hearts’ content, mine and His, and it was a lovely, lovely night.
{i had more to say, but i accidentally hit publish, instead of preview. For once it didn’t give me a chance to correct misspelled words ~ apparently there weren’t any! So maybe this is where it needs to stop…}
