Friday, April 13, 2012

Home Alone

Not entirely. The offspring have all gone in separate directions, leaving P and I alone. Almost as soon as the door closed, he started dropping hints that I was in for an interesting evening. After I cooked dinner, he looked at me and said "When the children are gone, I see no reason for you to be wearing clothing, unless you're cooking."

Years ago, in the dark ages before we actually met, he had told me I would not be allowed to wear clothing except at his discretion. It was a wonderful fantasy; one that was less than practical with kids about during the daytime hours.

So now, I sit in my knitting chair, almost naked (it is a little chilly, so I'm allowed a robe over my shoulders and back. And I sit here, wondering and thinking what plans he has for the evening. I know they include the woven leather belt he's draped over the back of the couch, but what else I have no idea.

He knows that sitting here with my nipples hard must be driving me crazy. I'm glad for the robe to sit on too; otherwise the chair will need spotbot treatment! He's across the room, ignoring me, knowing I'm only going to get hotter and wetter the longer he makes me wait. I know it will be worth it.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

When it rains

It's here again. Storm, the literal and the figurative. My brain filled with images I can't control. My body vibrates with desire, the need to be touched, to touch, taste, feel. Incoherent scenes flash through my mind. My fingers gently tracing the soft swells of a woman, painting her skin with my tongue, my touch. I'm drowning in the sensations of my imagination. I need to focus, do the daily things I am responsible for, but I cannot escape the driving desire. It will not leave me alone.

I wonder if other women feel this way; are they slave to their sexual desires? I don't see the hunger I have in anyone else's eyes. Do I cover it up that well? It seems so bare to me, that surely everyone must know how wanton I am.

I can only be at peace when I surrender. His acceptance gives me permission to be hedonistic. It absolves me of responsibility and keeps me safe from myself.

Tonight I want to experiment; to see if I can orgasm simply from having my nipples teased. In the middle of the storm, I feel like almost everything makes me shivergasm.