Chasing Me Chasing You

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


This is how Saturday’s are supposed to be. A quick shopping trip and errands. Ran to the bank and picked up some cider. Just finished lunch with the boys and will soon be heading out into the gorgeous, sunny backyard.

We share looks and touches as we pass in the hall. I try not to get to handsy, but I fail most of the time. An afternoon of cuddles and gropes will hopefully lead to a sensual evening, but even if it doesn’t, our balance has been restored. Our D/s doesn’t have to be all punishments and glares. I can’t imagine how I will suffer through.

I love Saturdays.


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