Thursday, March 16, 2017

Kiss Me, Spank Me, Fuck Me - The Blue Funk has Ended

Today was miraculous, to say the least.

I have been a wreck.  Nothing seeming possible and everything a huge struggle.

Eric has been gone.  Not just absent from home, but absent from himself, me, us.

We shared our typical morning of late.  I raced around the neighborhood trying to keep my anxiety down.  He sat on the phone, complaints about the workload never ending and a personal lack of drive to do anything.

We agreed to text between his flights but then, the miracle happened.  Eric's flight was cancelled and he had to be rerouted.  Of all things, he had to change planes at our local airport!  It took me an hour to abandon work, hit the freeway, find parking and race to a restaurant but I made it and HE LOOKED AMAZING.  My wonderful handsome husband was parked in an orange plastic booth, in the flesh, staring at me with his gorgeous blue eyes and his melt-my-heart smile.

We were like teenagers in love for the first time.  His toe found it's way in my dress under the table while I rolled the spoon around my tongue as though I were toying with his cock.  We stared into each other's eyes, oblivious of anyone else in the world.  He ordered me to the restroom to remove my panties and take a picture of what was hidden underneath.  I returned and handed him a red satin thong and a brightly lit photo on my phone.

Giddy, Eric jumped up and did the same.  He kept his undies but I got a picture of something I've been missing for far too long.

"Squishy," I told him.  "That's what you make me."

We kissed some more and then his fingers found their way under the table, through my dress and into my squishy lips.

I giggled.  He felt so good.

"Hey pretty girl," he teased, "I just want to pull you over this table and fuck you right here."

"I'm in!" I yelled.

He laughed and reached out grabbing my hair into two ponytails.

"You are so naughty Amy Lynn," he scolded moving my head back and forth.  "I don't know if I want to fuck you or spank you more."

The heat in my bottom rose at the mention of a spanking and we'd already established the squishy factor.  I could tell he was heating up as well, a deep red hue across his cheekbones.

"There's a his/her bathroom in the hallway," Eric suggested.  There were only forty minutes until his next flight but we were both ready and willing.  Lunch, half eaten, was paid for and we found ourselves racing down the hall to a "Closed for Cleaning" sign.

"Ugh!" Eric exclaimed, the bulge in his trousers ready to burst.

We ran down further in hopes of finding another location but then his phone rang, a client, and he had to take it.

I didn't even get to say good-bye.  The client talked our time away and then Eric was off, that sexy butt running up an escalator while I waved and blew kisses.

Back at work, it was like I was lost in a dream.  Our unexpected lucky break got cut short but oh how much happier we both are anyway.

My love.  Kiss me, spank me, fuck me or just spend twenty miraculous minutes flirting with me at the airport.

I love you Eric!!!



  1. My screen is oozing with your squishy-ness. :)

  2. I'm having a terrible day, the start to a dreadful month, but I looked back and saw your comment. Thank you for the smile. Reminded me that along with the struggle of finishing school with my husband and greatest support person gone, there will come moments of ultra squishy-ness.


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