Saturday night started and ended with some fairly serious arguing.
Sunday, I woke up and drove 4 hours with a fellow First Officer to see Muse in concert. Holy shit they put on an awesome show. And their new album is the nuts. We didn’t text much while I was away enjoying myself because I forgot my phone charger. Friend and I spent a lot of time talking about our relationships, our kids, other random things. I had a really great time, thanks to Captain M, who ordered me to go though I was concerned earlier in the week about the babysitting situation. He had it handled. Normally I would have fretted the whole time or not gone at all.
I got home later than I expected to on Monday. Upon walking in, I was grabbed, flung against a wall with my arms pinned above my head, kissed hard and fondled through my clothes. Then he quickly walked away to go back to the living room, where the oldest was hanging out, leaving me breathless and wanting. So it’s gonna be like that, is it?
He sent the oldest to bed early, and then took charge of me. I was spanked for being a crazy bitch, I curled up at his feet and kissed them. He ordered me to wash him in the shower, then made me soap myself up in front of him. How could this guy make me shy and blushing after 15 years of knowing each other? I let him know with every fiber of my being that I am his.
As we were laying in bed later, I couldn’t melt into him enough. I wanted to devour his scent and touch.
Me: “If you treat me like this often, I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
Him: “You’re damn right you will.”
*swoon*
