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.