Happy Mother's Day HNT

Happy Mother's Day!

I purchased these as a gift for Sir Q, 

after all, he helped make me a mother!

And I wrap myself up in a nice bow...  

after all, it's all about packaging, right?

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.  

Happy 

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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. 

A Gag, A Cum, A Gag, A Laugh

I'm gagged...penis gag fills my mouth

I'm riding atop, He's gazing at me as I ride...

Fucking, feeling, groaning

My hands are clasped together, up above my head

He's playing with my nipples, my breasts.

There is such pleasure for us both.

He sits up, grabs the back of my head

and pulls me forward.

He growls in my ear...

"Do you need more protein, fiona?"

He snatches the gag from my mouth

I'm greedy to have it filled again.

He fists my hair, pulling it and positioning me

We're both ravenous...desperate with 

hormones and desire and sexual energy

He's close...he plunges my head down onto his cock.

No quicker is his cock in my mouth, then his is ready

He grabs my head with both hands.  

I'm desperate to suck, to have his gift.

Simultaneously, I plunge onto his cock,

He pumps up AND pulls my head down

We both misjudge...

His length was longer than I expected.

He hits my uvula. 

He cums. 

I gag

He cums.

Cum comes out my nose

I cough, It burns, I sputter ...

He quickly realizes what happened.

He grabs me, pulls me to him and hugs me.

I grab tissue and begin to giggle...between moans of pain.

He laughs and strokes my hair and apologizes

We laugh and laugh...

A cum for sure, 

a swallow gone awry.

A giggle and embrace 

and love well had.

No Kink

Oh, the loveliest of evenings and no kink involved.

We watched TV, fire blazing in the fireplace.
He sat at the end of the couch.
I curled up next to him, laying on my side.
My head was snuggled on his chest
while his hand ran through my hair.

I had a hand, laid under his shirt over his heart.
I love the feel of that strong heart beneath my hand.
I also love to run my fingers through the hair on his chest.
We snuggled, he rubbed, we touched.
He kissed the top of my head or my forehead.
I lay, wrapping as much of me around him,
just enjoying each other and our evening together.

Oh how I adore this man.
After all these years, I love him more every day.

Real Love

OK, so I was at church and the reading was 1 Corinthians 13, you know ...

                            Love is patient, love is kind... love never fails.

The sermon was phenomenal, one of those that really spoke to me.
So as I digested it and this is what I got...

Love isn't two sided.  

              Not REAL love.

Puppy love can be.
    I love you if you love me.
          I give to you because you give to me.  
               I do this for you and expect you to do this for me.
                     Tit for Tat.

Real Love is
     no-strings attached.
          It's one sided.
               It's a statement from me to you.

I

Love

You.  

(period)...
no ifs, ands, or buts

Now, ideally, love will be mutual - give and receive...
      but if not, I still love you.

Love never fails, if it's real love.