Pillow Talk

We're alone this week - the lil one is with her mom 

And this morning I woke up to two small finger print bruises on my left ass cheek... leftovers from a night of loving......... 

They made me smile - I ran my fingers over them - gently prodding them -- remembering the feel of his hand connecting with my warm skin -- making my eyes widen and a moan escape... making me wiggle and beg for more.

When we go to bed - climb under the covers in our little 'sanctuary'  the stresses of the day -- the knots in my stomach -- the headaches (that have plagued me for over 2 weeks now) just disappear.  

I am HIS -- mind soul and body.  I surrender to his touch -- to his prodding fingers -- to his being.  And he is teaching me to be myself - totally myself.... to accept - no more than accept - to embrace all that is me -- my wanton desires.  He is helping me to grow ... to know it is ok to be a partner in this relationship.  

I am not just a 'thing' for his amusement -- I am a woman whom he loves to torture and tease and satisfy.  

And that is a very good thing!