Face time Sunday just passed…
His beard, so yummy. His lips, so scrumptious. His hands, so wicked.
A bruise on my side still growing.
Thirty minutes in his car. Just reconnecting.
Our “meeting” anniversary–7 years since He first spanked me, first fucked me, first beat me. A day of near-death (almost being run over by a truck in the parking lot, of all things!) followed by the pure bliss of finding out that this…this thing we do…is as necessary to me as air…that i crave pain, crave submission, crave the harsh touch of His hand as well as the gentle kisses after, or between those times.
Life is better with Him in it.