When you come over tomorrow night, let yourself in.
I will be sitting at my desk working.
Don’t say anything.
First you will greet me with a kiss.
Then you will strip down slowly as I watch.
Let me admire you, Heavenly.
When I am ready, I will turn you and spank you until both your ass cheeks are burning red.
When I am through, you will go straight to your drawer and get your butt plug and the lube.
You will get on your hands and knees in your spot and face away from me.
Spread your legs wide so I can see your perfect little asshole.
Lube up your plug as much as you need and insert it for me.
I want to see everything.
Then, get comfortable and relaxed so you can wait for me to finish working.
Things have been going so well with Loverman. I’ve been feeling so close to him lately. It started right before we went away on our 2-day mini-vacation last month. I think he’s feeling it, too. He’s been calling me way more often than normal. And he has been sending me the most adorable texts — something he very rarely used to do…
Yesterday it was: Mmmm… Just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you and stuff 😉
Monday it was: You on lunch break? Call me, I want to hear your lovely voice.
Tuesday he drove me to and from work and we even had a (really AWESOME!) quickie in my truck before he dropped me off at home for the horrible fight with the 15-year-old daughter (karma? or not?).
I’m scared. I know karma is lurking out there — waiting to pounce on me. Like last November with the broken ankle, or December when I was rear-ended driving Loverman’s car, or like Tuesday’s screaming match with my daughter. I also know that things just happen, completely unrelated to any other thing (or is it still karma?). So, I’m not going to hold my breath in anticipation for something bad. If it’s going to happen, it’s going to happen.
I just wish sometimes that there was a Karma Bank where I could check my current balance and account activity.
Last Monday I felt so special! I knew we were going to spend the night together, but he surprised me by showing up early in the afternoon to work on my truck. When he finished up, both of us returned to our respective homes to shower and get ready for our eagerly awaited reunion of our 2,000 parts.
I showered, washed my hair, shaved my sexy parts, got all lotiony-soft and put on a comfortable-stretchy-tight gray dress and some knee-high silver boots (that are SUPER sexy!). I was totally ready to hit the town! So, I texted him that I was on my way to pick him up.
When I got there to get him, he was dressed in some of his work clothes (but these were clean) and he smelled all fresh and bathed so I looked at him a little strange and he explained, “One of my car jobs called and we’re going to have to work on that before we head up to our room.”