…He will be here.
I’m on tenterhooks.
Nervous. Feeling a bit shy. And did I mention…nervous.
He’s promised pain. A lot of pain. My tits ache in anticipation, my pussy swells and wets, just by typing that.
I’m such a ball of nerves just now (and who else would I share that with but my peeps –you all get this. Get this feeling. The butterflies roiling in my belly, the shivers, the joy warring with fear (not fear-fear, but anticipation of pain fear)…
I keep looking out the window, hopeful.
My hands shake as my fingers dance over the keyboard.
Anticipation is building.
He’ll be here any minute….