Well.  So Himself took the hint - and i'm not even sure He read the previous entry yet.  Woohoo baby!  :-)  Okay so i'm still floating.

      We managed to sleep nine hours straight last night and i guess it gave us both a boost of energy.  Practically before i knew what was happening, He was out of bed and pulling out the toy bag.  And i was cuffed to the bed by my wrists, face down.  Yum.  i love being vulnerable with this man.  

     He put on some of my favourite music, plugged in the electric heater, threw open the curtains (He's such an exhibitionist!) and laid out the toys for easy reach.  The only down side to me being face down was not being able to watch this ritual.  i managed to peek over my shoulder a bit, but the rest was left up to my imagination and the sounds i could hear.  i felt the familiar tightening inside my belly, yet i think i started floating into headspace during the waiting - it's like a calm tenseness.  It's very hard to describe.  

     As i suspected, my tolerance level wasn't quite up to snuff, but that didn't seem to bother Him one bit.  Most of the favourite toys were used - and i marveled at how i could curse the sting and welcome the sensation all at the same time.  Analogies are hard and never very accurate - but for me the toys are like that familiar wool sweater that itches.  It's your favourite and bathes you in warmth.  But you curse it while you wear it, and miss it in the summer when it's packed away.  

     i wish i could find the words that describe the emotions of a scene for me.  It transcends sex - even though sex is part of the equation when we scene at home.  But there's also a sharing - a closeness - that isn't just sexual.  There is a connectedness of body and mind that goes beyond the physical sensations of orgasm.  Yes, blending our bodies together is like adding sugar to hot tea - warm and liquid sweet and decadent - yet i think the scene beforehand heightens all that to a different reality.  Perhaps it's because our fit together is underlined more deeply in its clarity - He is where He always is and i am where i should be and no words are needed beyond that.  Emotions are strong and raw and exposed.  Does that make sense?

     i just feel more balanced.  Like all is right with my world and everything will be okay 'cause He's in control.

     Okay so i'm also still a bit dazed - but that's the yummy part.   Sort of the icing on the cake after big brown hands have caressed me everywhere.  

     Yummy way to start the weekend :-) 

               

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