Chasing Me Chasing You

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


I am so cold.

I know this is for the best. Sir needs to work and the kids need spoiled, so off to grandma’s house we went. But waking up in bed alone is a harsh morning mistress.
This is a strength I hope to never have. I never want to feel comfortable like this. I just wish I weren’t so cold.
Coffee and cartoons await me if I can just get out of bed. Once I get moving I will be fine. We go home tomorrow and he will be waiting, hopefully with an afternoon off. Only two and a half weeks until England and four until a return to normalcy.
I just don’t want to be cold anymore.

2 Responses to “Cold”

  • Misty

    I loathe sleeping without him. Getting to sleep, and staying that way, is pretty much impossible.

  • His slut

    I’m always cold. I hate it.

    Hope the reunion is as good as you hope!


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