Eric is home and I am reminded of the little things.
He takes off his shoes in the entry and calls out to me when he walks in the door.
His hugs make me feel more safe and secure than I've ever felt before; and his kisses send that sensation straight to my heart.
I get lost in his bright blue eyes and when he talks about frustrations at work,his cheeks go rosy red.
We read the March Questions together today - ask us anything! We've only had two but I've asked nine others and they have all answered.
We snuggled in bed and I read to Eric and watched him get hard.
My finger nails danced along Eric's arm. I love stroking his body, touching him; gentle tickles, soft and soothing.
I pulled his cock from his pants but he told me no. I am supposed to be recovering.
Small surgery yesterday.
I got my man home after eight long days.
He tells me to be still.
I crave his cock.
I want to feel his hot cum pour into my body.
No sex for three weeks.
Eric tells me no. To be still. To recover. He puts on a video.
I bounce around the bed, kiss his balls, watch as he strokes himself.
I want to play too.
I walked three miles after my surgery; to buy a bag of candy. "Recovery" is not my thing.
Eric's hand flinched today. I saw it. He mentioned my trip to the store and told me to lie still but at that moment, I knew he would have given anything to have me over his knee.
Darn medical crap.
Anyway, Eric came and I watched. Salty smooth white cum spilling over that special spot my tongue likes to explore.
My fingers played while he came, my head resting on his thigh. I found a new place to make him smile.
I pretend I can handle anything; that I have a handle on everything.
Safe, with him here, I let down enough to realize how worn out I truly am.
I let go.
Eric tucked me in. Kissed my forehead and I was out.
Sleeping and calm and relieved that for the moment, I am not in this world alone.