Fantasy Friday – August 5th 2016

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He removed the blindfold from my eyes and in front of me there sat bowls of rice, fresh veggies, and a bamboo mat.

Smiling, i inquired, “Whats this?”

“We are going to learn how to make sushi, then we’re going to feed it to each other.” He punctuated this statement by kissing my nose.

“ok, i’m game, lets do this! …… How do we do this?”

“YouTube knows all.”

i could tell from His smile and His tone of voice that He was holding back a little laugh. He was pleased with my excitement over His surprise. He loved to make me happy.

He propped His tablet up against an empty pot and hit play on a video He had cued up.

The video walked us through laying out the sticky rice, slicing the veggies, rolling it all up.

i struggled a bit with rolling everything, my rice was a big sticky mess.

He stepped in behind me and put His hands over mine to guide me through the motions.

His breath on my ear sent a shiver down my spine. i responded by subtly pushing my butt out and just barely rubbing it against His crotch. His breath got heavier on my neck, His revenge for teasing was to tease back. All the while, our hands worked together to roll and slice the California rolls, pretending to be unaware of the effect we were having on one another with the rest of our bodies pressed up against each other.

He had a bit of rice stuck to His thumb so He held it up to my mouth, offering it to me to lick off.

i suckled on His thumb, flicking it with my tongue as if it was His cock. While i did so, i picked up a roll and turned around. His thumb fell from my mouth, and He leaned forward to face me. i held my back straight, chest out, eyes locked on His lips as i lifted the roll to His mouth.

He parted His lips and i popped the roll onto His tongue between them. He studied my face while He ate, and i, not daring to make eye contact, intently watched Him chewing.

After He swallowed, He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me onto the counter edge. i sat perfectly still, perched at the edge, back straight, chest out, arms to my sides, as He slowly, purposefully unbuttoned my top. His hands parted my shirt in the front, then His hands slid my sleeves down my arms. i wore no bra, because He hated them, so there i sat, topless on the counter, His finger tips trailing up and down my abdomen, barely touching my skin. He lifted a roll from the counter and fed it to me, He watched as i chewed it.

His hand slipped between my legs and grazed the outer lips while His eyes remained locked on my face. He slipped His forefinger into me and rubbed His thumb in slow circles around my clitoris  all the while watching me eat.

The moment i swallowed, He ripped me down from the counter and spun me around. my skirt was hiked up over my ass and He was on His knees behind me, spreading my legs and licking my cunt.

He didn’t stay down there long though, for in the next moment, He stood behind me, His firm dick pressed between my ass cheeks. He pushed my face down towards the counter and pushed his cock into my pussy. He was rough. Plunging into me so hard, i cried out in pain, but He ignored it and kept going on.

His cock drilled at me, and the more i cried out, the harder His hands held my wrists behind me.

When He came, He held my hips still and dove His member deep into me, not letting Himself fall out until He had gone completely limp. After which, He stepped back, turned me around, and kissed my forehead.

Then He pushed my head down, so i fell to my knees before Him. He needn’t do anything else, i understood that He wanted to be licked clean. i did my duty diligently and thoroughly licked every drop of cum from His cock. When my task was complete, i stood before him, topless, hair a mess, skirt bunched up around my hips. He smiled. He picked me up in His arms and carried me to bed.

Fantasy Friday – July 29th 2016

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3:34am and still i could not fall asleep.

He lay next to me, naked, snoring, unaware that i was struggling.

Sleep had alluded me most nights lately.

And the lack of sleep was making me cranky and sluggish during the day.

Most nights i suffered quietly alone.

i had been fantasizing about just climbing up and sitting on His face.
But.
i could never do that. Not even when He was awake.
Especially not when He was sleeping.

i curl up with my head on His lap, i take His limp cock in my mouth.

i attempt to lay still and listen to Him snore.

But i can’t resist running my tongue up and down the length of His shaft.

His dick twitches.

i try to enjoy Him as slowly and gently as i can, so as not to wake Him.

His cock is smooth and tastes vaguely of salted cashews.

i feel it growing under the teasing of my tongue.

The snoring stops. He puts His hand on my head, i don’t think He’s really awake.

i run my hand across my breasts and down my body, between my legs and back up again.

Whether or not sleep ever comes no longer matters.

i enjoy exploring both of our bodies slowly and gently while He drifts in and out of deep sleep. i appreciate knowing i am His and He is a safe place for me to explore.

Fantasy Friday – July 22nd 2016

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It was game day and, as usual, i didn’t know or care who was playing. But i donned one of His team shirts and nothing else as i padded about His kitchen making the traditional game day snacks.

Fresh taquitos, nachos, and churros made from scratch. There is nothing like Mexican food while you watch football, even if you’re not a fan.

He sat in the living room watching the pre-game shows where old men argue about tactics and who is more likely to win. i smiled to myself as i listened from the kitchen. i might not understand it but i love that He loves it so much.

i walk into the room and place platters of food on the coffee table in front of Him. He never takes His eyes off the TV as He reaches out to grasp me and pulls me down on the couch next to Him. He grips my leg and i watch Him watching His show.

When the commercial comes on, He finally looks at me. His eyes wander up and down my body and He leans over me, pushing me backwards, holding His face over mine. “I love when you don’t wear any panties.”

i raise my hands to cover my smile, feeling suddenly shy.

“No, no, no. Thats My mouth. I get to see it smile…” His hand slid between my legs, “Just like this is My cunt. I get to feel it wet. you will not hide or keep what is Mine from Me. you will not deny Me.”

His voice was low, and He punctuated His statements by simultaneously plunging His tongue into my mouth and His fingers into my pussy.

i felt little beneath Him, weak and small, like He could break me without even trying.
i loved feeling this way.

His kiss only broke just as the game was starting, and He leaned back to watch, His fingers still gently stroking me inside. His movements were absentminded, as if He forgot where His hand was. i lay back to watch the game. No sooner than i had settled did He ask me to hand him a taquito. i sat up and reached out, though it was hard to reach. He gripped my clit between His thumb and forefinger, pinning the lower half of my body down so i had to stretch my arms a bit further to reach His food.

When i handed it to Him, He smiled, winked, and rubbed his thumb over my clit in a tiny circle. A moan escaped my mouth as i was unprepared for that onslaught of stimulation. i could tell from His smirk that it pleased Him to catch me off guard.

i lay back again and attempted to focus on watching the game silently, so as not to disturb Him.

Throughout the first half, He kept one hand between my thighs. Sometimes it lay still and i struggled not to rotate my hips to rub myself against Him. Other times He would gently tug at my labia and massage my clit and stroke my vaginal walls gently, only half paying attention to what He was doing, eyes always on the screen. Once, when the ref made a bad call, He pinched my lady bits so hard i bit my tongue to keep from yelping in pain. It was harder to stay still and not hump His hand after that.

At half time He finally took His hand out from between my legs. He lifted His hips just high enough to pull down His pants. i watched in awe, mouth agape, when i saw His cock spring forth from His shorts. i immediately began to hope He’d let me suck on it but then He pulled a condom out of the side table drawer, slipped it on, and grabbed me by the hips.

He lifted my body over His on the couch and settled me in, facing Him, with one knee on either side of His lap. His hands on my hips guided me down until I felt His magnificent dick press into me, stretch me open, and fill me.
Down He pulled me, slowly, until He could go no deeper.
His hands slid up under the shirt. He allowed my breasts to rest in His palms as His thumbs grazed my nipples.

i gripped the back of the couch on either side of His head and began to work my pussy up and down His member as He spoke, “come on baby girl, take it, you love the way My cock feels inside of you, show me, cum all over me, if princess wants her spankings tonight she better cum fast…”

When i came, my whole body shook, i felt warm and tingly all over. He smiled, “good girl.”
Then He gently pushed me off of Him, back onto the couch beside Him.
He fell to the floor, burying His face between my thighs, licking all the juice of my orgasm away, like a cat lapping up a saucer of cream.

i wiggled and moaned. The game was starting again. When i tried to tell Him, He pinched my nipple to shush me. His tongue assaulted my sensitive post-orgasm clit without mercy. He didn’t stop until i had cum twice more.

And when He came up, His face was dripping. i wanted to fetch a wash cloth and clean Him up but He shoved me down onto my knees in front of Him.

He moved a platter of food from the coffee table, to the seat next to Him on the couch.
i sat with my face mere inches from His dick, waiting patiently for permission to suck on it. But permission never came.

The whole second half of the game, i sat there on my knees before Him, waiting and hoping.
He ate. He occasionally hand-fed me a bite of nachos.  He spoke not a word, except to curse and cheer at the game.

When the game had ended, He reached for the remote, turned the TV off, sighed deeply, and looked at me.
“I’m disappointed,” He spoke at last. “you interrupted Me when I was enjoying your body. I told you that you would not deny me. Now, as punishment, I’m not going to give you my cock. I’m just going to make you sit there and watch while I masturbate, and you can’t touch.”

“Sir, please no, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to…..besides, i think You’d like my mouth much better than a hand….”

“No, I’m not rewarding that sort of behavior, you can’t get out of this, little one. Now sit there and watch. Keep your eyes on my cock. No touching me, and no touching yourself either.”

“Yes, Sir.”

i could feel His eyes on my face as He stroked Himself, slowly at first, He was obviously teasing me, then faster. i desperately wanted to launch my face forward and wrap my lips around Him. But i knew that would be no good. He said no. He wasn’t going to change His mind.

i shifted uncomfortably when my own wetness dripped down my thighs, but i kept my eyes on Him.
Biting my lips, i tried to be ok with my punishment, i tried to be a big girl about it.

“Open your mouth.”
His words came as a shock but i dare not argue.
i parted my lips wide, He leaned forward and pointed the tip towards my eager tongue just in time as His jizz began squirting out.

i sat there, very still, eyes on His quivering cock, mouth open wide, tongue holding cum, waiting patiently for a command.

He sat back. I could tell He enjoyed the view.
“Don’t say I never gave you nothing,” He joked.
“Come on now, clean Me up.” His hand wrapped around my head and pulled me in.

Finally, i get to suck His cock.

Fantasy Friday – July 15th 2016

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His fingertips trailed up and down the length of my thigh while i sat nervously next to Him in His car. We’d been driving nearly an hour and i had no clue where we were going nor what we were doing. He had told me to paint my toe nails His favorite shade of blue so i assumed He planned to lube my feet up and fuck them again tonight….but why would He need to drive so far just to do that?

When He pulled up to a beach, i didn’t know what to think. He smiled, “go dig those pretty toes in the sand.” i giggled and walked off to play chicken with the rising tide, assuming He would be right behind me.

i turned to look at back, He was getting something out of the trunk. i wasn’t sure what but He looked like He had His hands full. i thought i should go help Him carry it, but then i second guessed myself. He told me to dig my toes in the sand. He didn’t seem to want me there when He was getting things out. Maybe i wasn’t meant to see what He was carrying. i turned back to face the water and waited to be summoned.

Minutes passed before i felt His hand snake around my waist. i breathed deep and leaned back against Him. His voice was husky and low in my ear, “come on, I got something for us.”

Just as bewildered as before, i took His hand and followed Him towards a blanket, upon which sat a couple throw pillows and a picnic basket. i spoke not a word but sat next to Him, curious to see what He was up to.

Out of the basket He pulled my favorite Chinese take-out, and i left a laugh escape my mouth. “What are you laughing at, girl?”

Embarrassed, i quickly responded, “i’m sorry, this whole thing is just unexpected.”

His eyebrow went up, “its unexpected that I would take you to the beach, or its unexpected that I would remember you like shrimp fried rice?”

Staring at His hands, my reply was meek, “both, i guess.”

He put down the food and gathered me into His lap. His arms around me, i felt safe, sheltered. And He said, “someday you will come to understand, you are the most valuable thing I own. I value my car, so I drive responsibly to keep her in good condition. I value my house, so I do regular maintenance on it to maintain the value. And….I value you. So I’m going to take care of you. In every sense of the word.”

i turned to look at His face, to study Him for a sign….did He mean it? was it just a line?
He seemed sincere.
But.
i’ve been burned so many times before.

His eyes looked back at mine, He shook His head only slightly, and with playful tone of voice He spoke, “shut up and eat the damn food” i giggled. He was the only one who could tell me to shut up and not hurt my feelings.

We ate in mostly silence, communicating by gestures and smiles and the occasional giggle. We took bites of each other’s food and leaned against one another and stroked each other’s hair and faces.

When the meal was over, He refused to let me help pack it up. i followed and watched Him as He carried it all back to the car.

Nearly an hour long drive back to His place, we barely made it five minutes before i was sucking on His fingers. He pulled off to the side of the road, looked me square in the eye and sternly said, “I know what you need better than you do. Trust Me. Behave yourself and I will take care of you.”

He spoke so firmly and with such authority, i felt ashamed for doubting Him. my eyes teared up as i replied, “yes, Sir.”

He smiled as He sat back and pulled the car back onto the road.

The whole long drive back to His place we were silent, but i was on a roller coaster of emotions. Embarrassed, excited, ashamed, lustful, shocked, wanting, sad, confused…. i felt it all but i dare not speak a word. He said to trust Him. i chanted in my mind, “trust Him, trust Him, trust Him…”

Finally back at His place, we kissed as He undressed me. He ran his fingers all over my body and, even though it was just His finger tips on my skin, i couldn’t help but feel that this had to be the most sensual experience of my life thus far. Every touch was so light, like a feather, and my whole body was screaming for more.

He pulled the rope out of the bedside stand and wrapped it around me. i had no clue what He was doing but when He was done, my wrists were trapped behind my back and when i looked down there was the pattern of a star in ropes across my chest.
He laid me on my side and tied my ankles together next.

Then, when i was bound entirely, He stepped back and just stared.
i was terrified, afraid of how i looked, afraid i might be too fat, or have a blemish, or any other imperfection that would cause Him to be turned off when He looked at me.

Next He pulled a small rubber switch from the bedside stand and ran it along my body. It felt cool and smooth to the touch. With a flick of His wrist, my breast stung with pain. i let out a yelp. “Shhhh,” He murmured gently. i bit my lip. Another flick of the wrist and this time the sting was on my thigh.

Up and down my body He swatted me over and over again, until my breasts, thighs, and ass were all covered in little pink and red marks.
i did my best to remain silent, though when i couldn’t be quiet He growled, “I love your whimper.”
Eventually, He put the switch down and took a break to get a drink. He came back in and held a straw to my lips. After a few sips, He put the cup down and sat on the bed beside me. He pulled me into his lap, ass up, and began to rub it gently. Trailing the lines with His finger tips. i winced and He spanked me.

He spanked me, not terribly hard, but hard enough that i eventually started to cry.

When my crying became sobbing, He stopped spanking me. He rolled me over and held me close, my head on His chest. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.
He held me without saying a word, until my sobbing calmed and my breathing nearly returned to normal. “Feel better?” He asked.

“yeah” i whispered.

“I told you I knew what you needed. you will learn to trust Me. In time.”

i leaned against Him shocked and dumbfounded. He was right. This was exactly what i needed. But how could He possibly have known that?

He untied the ropes and handed me an Almond Joy from my aftercare kit. i rolled onto my tummy to eat it while He rubbed lotion on my newly formed bruises.

Once finished, He rolled me over and climbed on top of me. “Lay still Pumpkin, I’m not done taking care of you tonight.”
i gasped as i felt His member press into me. i turned my head away but His hand softly cupped my chin and tilted my face back so our eyes met.
Slowly He glided into me and out, over and over, looking at me with those deep, soulful eyes the entire time. i felt myself edging closer to orgasm. He knew it too. “you can close your eyes, but don’t look away, I want to see that pretty face of yours in ecstasy.” i dared not disobey Him, my eyes closed during orgasm but my face never turned away from His.

When i opened my eyes again, He was gazing at me, He almost seemed proud.
i was surprised yet again when He rolled off of me, He hadn’t had an orgasm but He was removing the condom anyway.
i wasn’t about to argue with Him. Normally an orgasm leaves me wanting more but for some odd reason i was exhausted, i felt entirely spent.

He lay on His side next to me and situated us so that i was the little spoon to Him.
With His arms wrapped around my naked body, His hand grasping my breast, my body still shivering from that single orgasm…. i was content. And so i fell asleep.

Fantasy Friday – July 8th 2016

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i turned on the tub faucet and undressed quickly, not knowing when He would walk in but not wanting to be caught still wearing clothes when He did. i had hoped He would give me enough time to ready the bath but i dare not risk it. Once naked i checked the water temperature, adjust to His liking, and put the stopper in. i strain my ears to listen for his footsteps approaching the door but i hear nothing. i will the tub to fill faster but it fills as slowly as it wishes. i wonder what position i should wait in. i look into the mirror to check my hair. i look around the room and wonder where i should wait. The mat seems an appropriate place. Not too cold, like the tile. Plus He’ll see me as soon as he opens the door. Finally the tub is full. i turn off the water and run over to the mat where i kneel down, my hands laying palm-up on my knees, my back straight, my chest out, my eyes fixed to the floor in front of my knees. And i wait. Listening for his footsteps, i wait.

It feels like an eternity. i start to worry the bath will get cold but before i can add a bit more warm water to it, the door knob turns. i am still frozen on the mat, my palms up, my back straight, my chest out, my eyes fixed to the floor in front of my knees. He draws in a breath. i recognize that breath, that deep sudden intake of air when He is surprised. Why He is surprised, i will never understand. It is almost as if He expects the worst of me just so He can be surprised when i do something He likes. i am torn between wanting Him to stop seeing me as being just like every other girl who has disappointed Him, and wanting to continue to be able to be a pleasant surprise in His life.

He walks around me, mug of coffee in His hand. i keep my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me while watching Him sip his coffee in my peripheral vision. i relish the way He takes His time. Every muscle in my body is screaming to jump up and grab Him. Every inch of my skin wants to touch and be touched by Him. But still He waits. He is in no hurry. And nothing i can say or do will change that. He will fuck me when He is good and ready. Not a moment sooner. i relish the way He stands there staring at me. i don’t feel self conscious of my body when He does this. i appreciate that He owns me, all of me, and He wants me despite my flaws.

He motions for me to stand. i do so quickly, yet still keeping my eyes fixed to the floor. He puts the mug down and calmly states, “undress Me.” His voice is so deep and firm and i want nothing more than to bite His soft lips and feel His warm breath the moment before we kiss but i don’t. i don’t even try.

i bite my lip to keep from smiling and i gently take the hem of His shirt in my hands and lift. He lifts His arms to assist me and a moment later His shirt is in the laundry basket in the corner. Now for His pants. i kneel down before Him and i take His belt in my hands. i glance up at His face for a split second and i can tell that He is tempting me on purpose. He’s allowing me to be close to Him but i had better not try to touch Him in any way that He hasn’t told me to. i resolve myself to removing His pants without kissing His cock and set about the task at hand. As i unbuckle His belt and unbutton and unzip His trousers, i lean forward only slightly. His cock is a mere two inches from my face as i hook my thumbs into the sides of His boxers and slide both boxers and pants down His thighs at the same time. i lean to the side to avoid being hit in the face as His cock escapes and springs forward. my mouth is less than an inch away from His cock now. i wonder who is teasing who at this point. Surely He must want me to suck on it a little bit, even if He doesn’t tell me to. But i don’t. i don’t take what hasn’t been offered to me. i will earn His cock by the time the night is through.

i lean back and He steps out of His pants. i toss them into the laundry bin. i stand. i wait. my eyes fixed to the floor in front of me, my feet shoulder distance apart, my arms behind my back, back straight, chest out.

He walks over to the tub and puts His hand in to check the temperature. Smiling He says, “perfect,” and He climbs into the tub. “Come over here and wash Me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Biting my lip to keep from unnecessary chatter, i resolve to make this a quiet, relaxing bath for Him. i pour the body wash into the loofah. Leaning over the side of the tub, i firmly rub the loofah in small circular motions starting with His neck and chest, working my way down to His feet. He smiles a little when i lift His arms to wash His arm pits, and again when i scrub between each toe. He pretends not to notice when i spend more time than is necessary washing His groin, and when i rub His member with the back of my hand while washing His thighs. i am grateful for His leniency when i get bold that way.

Once He is all washed, He pulls Himself up to sit on the edge of the tub and reaches over to pick up a razor. He hands the razor to me, “clean up My balls a bit.” Taking the razor from His hands, i climb into the tub so i can be face to face with the task at hand. He takes my chin in His hand and tilts my face up to His so our gazes meet for the first time today. “Careful not to cut me,” His words are stern. i feel my throat seize up so i merely nod, but then i notice His eyebrow shoot up. i muster all of my courage to give a proper response, “yes, Sir.” His eyebrow lowers again and His face softens before He leans back to relax.

i feel myself growing wet and the urge to rub my pussy is so strong that a clinch my thighs together to suppress it.

i take His cock in one hand, the razor in the other. i rotate His cock in different directions and stretch the skin of His scrotum out as i work my way around his pelvis, removing a bit of hair here, a bit of hair there, until finally there is no hair left. i cup my hand beneath the water and lift some up to rinse Him off. He leans forward to inspect my work, “good girl. doesn’t look like you missed any spots…..now its time to clean you up.”

i stand in the middle of the tub awaiting further instruction but none comes. Silently He drains the tub and walks to the towel cabinet. He returns carrying a bowl and a wash cloth. He fills the bowl in the sink, and dips the wash cloth into it. He adds a bit of soap to the wash cloth and He begins to scrub my body just as i had scrubbed His, from neck to toe. i stand perfectly still and enjoy the feeling of His hands cupping my breasts and stroking my labia. The thin fabric of the wash cloth does not hide His fingers movements as He sneaks in little touches while He washes me.

i feel as if i am prized cattle being washed and made pretty before the county fair.

When He finishes, He wraps a towel around me, i reach to tuck in the corner of the towel so it stays up on its own but He swats my hand away and tsks. He tucks the towel around me and tells me to go wait on the bed. i follow instruction, though i wonder if He wants me to lay or sit, or keep the towel on or take it off, or be under the covers or over the covers…

It does not seem to matter, when He steps into the room only moments behind me, He cuffs my hands together behind His back so that i am stuck with my arms wrapped around His torso. He lays back on the bed, trapping my hands beneath His lower back, my face pressed against His cock. i look up at Him, my eyes pleading, and He gives that nod of permission i have been searching for all night.

i take the length of His cock in my mouth and i choke myself on Him, wanting to show Him how desperately happy i am to have Him in my mouth. He gathers my hair gently in His hands and He says, “pace yourself, girl, you’re sleeping there tonight”

i pull back slightly, licking the length as i slide up and down, enjoying every inch of Him, studying Him, memorizing the bumps and bulges of His veins, noting what makes Him twitch.

He groans and pushes up into me.

“you’re going to sleep just like this, with My cock in your mouth all night long. Every time you wake up during the night, you are to lick it and kiss it and suck on it until you fall back asleep. Do not worry if I am awake or asleep. Please Me as much as you can. Play with it, enjoy it any way you wish, so long as you only use your mouth. If the need to cum is very strong, you may hump My leg.”

i mount His leg as i continue to make love to His cock with my tongue and lips. i hump His leg slowly at first, intensity growing as His cock responds more and more to my oral assault. i taste His precum, i become desperate for an orgasm and my humping grows more frantic.

“oooh, thats a good little bitch, you gonna cum from humping My leg like a dog in heat? Come on, bitch, cum for Me. I wanna feel your cum dripping all over me.”

The sound of His voice puts me over the edge, my whole body shakes, i clamp down my thighs around His and i feel my pussy gushing against Him. He still holds my hair in one hand, He strokes my head with the other, “good girl.”

After a moment of recovery, i resume slowly humping His leg while focusing my attention on His cock. i suck harder and pull His cock in deeper and i continue in this manner until finally His thigh muscles twitch and His abdomen muscles twitch and His cock muscles twitch and my mouth fills with His thick, creamy cum. i swallow it all. Holding His cock in my mouth as it grows soft, i gently suckle and lick Him clean, content to fall asleep with the taste of His cum in my mouth.

i suckle gently, and hump slowly, giving small pleasures to both His cock and my clit as we drift off to sleep.

Fantasy Friday – July 1st 2016

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The sound of the rain drowns my thoughts and i gaze out the window, blurry with fallen water. i am smiling as i pull on my wellies and step outside. Though the weather was storming earlier, now there is only a light drizzle. Warm as it is outside, the droplets cool my skin. Reaching out my hand, i stroke the leaves of a bush as i pass by, enjoying the slick of the wet against my fingertips.

i feel as if i might float away, my mind is light and disconnected from my body.

He wraps His arm around the small of my back and pulls me in. His lips are soft when He presses them to my forehead, but the certainty within His touch is enough to ground me. i can feel myself. i can feel my feet pressing against the earth below me, feel my chest smushed against Him, feel the skin of my face beneath His lips.

Feeling content in the moment, i breath deeply and allow my mind to go blank for as long as He embraces me. He smiles and takes me by the hand. Our fingers are intertwined as we walk along the muddy path.

i chatter on, making observations along the way. He smiles and we converse about things we pass on our path. i suspect He is just humoring me when He sees how excited i am to point out the white bark of a sycamore tree and He almost gets excited too. The same happens when i find a perfect acorn. The same happens when i count six squirrel nests in one tree. Over and over i find mundane things so amazing, over and over He mirrors my happiness at life’s many joys. Finally, spotting a bit of green among all the muck, i stop and stoop down to pull the overgrowth away to reveal a tiny seedling emerging from the ground. He squats next to me, gazing from my wide-eyed face to the single, tiny maple leaf poking out from the earth. He says, “thats what I love about you, you make Me see the little things.”

i blush.

We rise to a stand, interlock our fingers once more, and walk back in silence. The gift of His admiration lingers in my heart and my mind is calmed by His words. i feel naked to Him, having bared my soul with all my ridiculous talking. i can not wait to bare my body to Him as well. To have Him take me in a way that is raw and primal. To have Him use my flesh in ways that only He knows i need to be used. He strokes my thumb with His own and my panties grow damp, knowing that soon His hands will be wrapped around my throat, His nails will dig into my hips, His palm will rain down on my ass cheeks like the thunder we listened to this morning before our walk.