So I did a workout yesterday and it felt so good. I forgot how nice it was to finish a good run. I got a shower before getting the kids and it helped energize me for the rest of the day. I am cooking a soup in the crockpot today, so hopefully I will have time to do more exercise today. Admittedly I should be doing crunches to get rid of my spare tire rather than running, but my body will get what it gets and be damn happy about it.
But I was happy for the extra energy when Sir got home last night. As soon as we laid the boys down I was thrown on the bed. He let me ride him so he could watch my orgasm. Then my face was smashed into the bed and I was fucked good and hard.
Did you miss me?
Of course I missed him. I was a needy puddle after hardly 36 hours.
And I slept great last night.