My husband (I need another name for him) as gone out of town to work this week and I can't help but feel a little melancholy. I want him here with me. Yes, I'm being whinny and selfish. On a positive note maybe he will come back with a new toy! He has done it before and something he said last night makes me wonder.
Last night was a good night :). He made sure I was empty as could be but left me yearning for more. It was a night of butterflies pooping rainbows or maybe, more appropriately, butterflies pooping orgasms. I didn't want it to end.
Besides all the orgasms, we talked about things, sexy things. For instance, how he likes to call me a whore. Why the hell is that sexy?! Perhaps it is how he says it. Is it love and excitement, or just the latter? Either way, I love that he likes to call me a whore.
I also love calling him Sir. I think it was three nights ago, I asked him if I could call him Sir. I didn't have to ask, I knew his answer, I just wanted to hear him say yes. He said yes. It is surprising how good it feels to call him Sir. I can't really explain it yet. I'm sure all of you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, after I admitted that I like calling him Sir he told me that he liked it too. I promptly asked if he was sure, I knew the answer, I just wanted to hear him say yes. He chuckled and said, "I would say so." Which was much more satisfying than a yes.
After writing my post yesterday I feel like bus has been lifted off my shoulders, he is happy and everything is going to be okay, we are going to be okay. Phew!
Am I on an emotional roller coaster or what? LOL!