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Relief.

Normalcy.

Contentment.

Confidence.

Bliss!

That is what I felt this afternoon as I came home to a house with ONLY my family in it!  

I came home to a Sir who wanted a quick nap with ME!  

We had a half hour snooze - cuddled in each others arms.  

It was relaxing and EXACTLY where I wanted to be.  

At the end, I knew he needed to get up and do some work.  

Not house work, work-work...

which meant he needed to have his wits about him. 

I held his cock in my hands as we slept
When the half hour alarm went off, stroked him awake.
He hardened quickly under my hand.

"Lock my door." he groggily commanded.

"Sir, you have to work, we can't."  I replied.

"Lock my door." he insisted, a bit less sleepily.

"Sir, we can't.  You have to work.  I'm sorry I didn't mean to ...." I retorted.

Amazingly, I was being truthful.  
I hadn't meant to do anything other than wake him up nicely.

This continued until...

...I locked the door.

And the fabulous thing was that it wasn't the first time today, either...and hopefully not the last!

100th Post ... AND ... Sir's Home!

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So, this is my HUNDREDTH post.  OK, so I am totally flabbergasted.  I know I've said it before, but I was NOT a person who journaled...like EVER.   How in the heck have I managed to blog 100 published posts?

It has been wonderful.  I have loved blogging.  I have loved getting to know new people.  I have made wonderful friends, who've become a part of my life.  I am happy that people read my blog, I love, that people comment - regularly or periodically.  The comments mean the world to me!  I love that there are people who I can e-mail to  ask questions, or who even periodically e-mail me. I love the connections that I have with Y'ALL!


On another note...Sir made it home.  
HIP HIP HOORAY!  

He reasserted his dominance - right away.  He was loving and affectionate.  
We kissed.  We danced in the kitchen.  We talked and touched.  I asked at one point when we were hugging and he wouldn't let me put my arms around  his neck..."What are you doing?"  to which he quickly and matter of factly responded, "Asserting my dominance.  I love you and oh how I have missed you fiona."  

We were not alone in our home.  He comes back to our home filled with his extended family.  He's subtle with his dominance, but quite clear with his intent.  He took me up to our room within the first twenty minutes of being home under the auspices of unpacking his suitcase.  He bent me over the bed and spanked me - TWICE.  Yes, it was only twice, but he made them count.  OUCH.  He pumped into me from behind...both of us totally clothed.  He rocked into me and I could feel his hard-on.  I was so horny.  I know we don't sleep together continuously, but regularly.  It's been a week (I know - it's not THAT long, but it was a long time for me and a lot of stress and strain in between).  I was soooo happy that he was feeling the same way.   I was thrilled that he was hard.  THRILLED.  So...... 

...after pumping into me, he grabbed my hair and pushed me to my knees.  I buried my face in his crotch.  He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out.  I was almost sucking in his pants, I was so eager.  I got a hold of his cock and just about inhaled it.  I sucked and he fucked.  He grabbed my hair and used my mouth.  He growled that he needed to cum in my mouth.  He started to cum and pushed his cock deep into my mouth.  Not being quite at the right angle, I coughed and gagged just a bit as he shot his load deep into my mouth.  I sucked and swallowed.  I loved that my gagging did not detour him from having his pleasures be met. He came so much, I had to swallow four times (and those weren't sips, either.)  When we were done, I looked up and saw him smiling at me.  Smiling with adoration and seeing the love in my eyes as I still sucked on his softening cock.  

Tonight as we went to bed, he sucked and nibbled and bit the living shit out of my nipples.  When he was done with that, he pushed my knees apart.  He slapped my pussy - hitting on the sweet spot.  He generally doesn't "check" on my arousal, but his fingers were greeted with slick honey dripping.  He slipped a finger, then two inside.  He fingered me to several orgasms, then lay his head on my chest and keeping his fingers inside of me, slipped off to sleep.  I lay there, fully awake, not wanting to ever move, feeling owned, loved, sated and controlled.  


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Thank you all again for reading.  

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Intertwined

Intertwined

We lay.

Midnight on the clock.

No light enters our room.

We both lie on our sides.

My legs encased inside of his.

My legs scissoring around him.

My top arm over his back.

His top arm over my shoulder,

     cupping my breast, fingers rolling hard nipples.

His bottom arm a perfect pillow for my head.

My bottom hand encased in his bottom hand. 

We are attached, touching, twisted, 

encasing each other in warmth, 

in adoration, in connection

in  contentment, in us,

in love. 

Sleeping Toy

     covers so soft and heavy on top of me

Hands rubbing on my thigh

My legs being pushed open

     warm, soft, comfortable...sleep

Fingers opening my lips

Touching my clit

     pillow so fluffy and inviting

Rubbing my pussy

Mouth sucking on nipples

     feelings; relaxed, content, excited

Fingers slipping inside

messaging, faster, hips flexing, more, more

    so dark, so quiet, can't quite wake up

Moaning - oh was that from me?

Arching, rolling, feeling, cumming

     warm, happy, smiling, sleeping.

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I have a wicked cold and consequently, a migraine from all of the sinus pressure.  I went to bed really early last night.  I had this vague recollection of the above.  It was clear that in its fogginess.   It was dream like, but with so much feeling.  As Sir is dressed and heading out to work this morning, he bends over the bed, kisses me on the forehead and says, "You know I played with you last night."