Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Morning usefulness

The dawn creeps in through the window. The comfort of the duvet and the mattress mixed with his calm breathing next to me makes this the most relaxing place in the world.

The Boy runs in and out of the room a few times, looking for a toy, but he settles in his room and plays quietly. So I roll over to stroke Sir’s chest, we don’t have to get up right away. He massages my leg as I wake up his cock. He moans quietly as we both sink into the bed. He is so smooth, so soft. It’s the softest thing I have ever felt; like minky fabric, velvet, and satin all in one. It’s like meditation.

After several restful minutes Sir felt I could be of better use. I will continue to be amazed how he can be so rough and tender at the same time. And we have perfected the art of quiet sex. I really tried hard not to bite his shoulder. Ok, not that hard.

I think after morning sex beds get even more comfortable. I bet I looked like a puddle.

A happy Saturday morning puddle to you!

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One Response to “Morning usefulness”

  • Jon

    You wrote about looking ahead to an empty nest. Mine are both old enough to vote and have moved back in. You may need that dungeon for far longer than you think, so the cost spread out (like you?) over the years may not be that expensive.

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