The weird fact that gifs like these make me feel nostalgic.
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My flight home to see Sir during the Thanksgiving holiday ended up delayed by a snowstorm. I wound up arriving at his place several hours late, hungry and exhausted. He had dinner ready, and afterwards we took a bath together.
I’ve talked about the fact that I’ve never taken a bath with a partner on this blog a couple of times. It’s something I’ve always intended on doing, but between dorm showers and my own apartment only having a small standing shower, it never happened.
I was kind of looking forward to coming back and jumping his bones, but I enjoyed the fact that we were able to have a little bit of sweet d/s instead. I washed him, and then he washed me. I cannot begin to describe the thrill of having his hands on me again, of sleeping beside him that night.
I miss when he makes me suck my thumb while he’s doing something filthy to me. Or making me do something filthy.
I just really need a day like this. It’s been a long time since I got to just let go.
Sir once said it is glaringly obvious that I’m an only child based on how many fantasies I have where I’m the absolute center of attention.
Me: Isn’t this gif cute?
Pup: There are a very particular set of people who find that image cute.
So I anxiously finished the second season of House of Cards last night at SG’s recommendation. In addition to these three being the ultimate “are they or aren’t they?”, I give this show a ton of credit for a pretty progressive, nuanced portrayal of non-monogamy and sexual fluidity.
Also, Frank and Claire = <3
I’ve seen a couple of people I’m friends with lately posting on FetLife looking for people to gangbang them (tis the season?) and I’ve been so tempted to ask around myself. Except I am entirely too shy to be like, “beloved penises in my life, please come and overwhelm me.”
But, I would really want Sir to be present for it so I felt safe and because he’d be in charge of me in a really hot way in that context. For now, unfortunately, it’ll just be relegated to fantasy.
A week or two ago I was talking to Pup about it and he was like, “well, okay, go find three other dicks. Right? You want like four people?”
I hid my face in my hands. “Maybe a little more?”
“Like seven?”
I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow. “Like ten, twenty.”
This would be a perfectly accurate gif representation of my relationship with Sir if the other hand was going for her butt.