Happy Saturday, my loyal and wonderful reader! How are you doing this afternoon? I’m doing good. Actually no, I’m doing great today! And I truly hope you are the same!
We’re getting close to the holidays, so I hope you’re ready and excited for them! Just don’t put yourself in positions that are too stressful! As someone who suffers from seasonal depression, I get how stress and anxiety can really wreck you this time of year. So I’m this season of love, remember to take a little time to love yourself. Bonus points if you use your favorite toy 😉
Obviously that’s not the point of the post, but damnit, it works! What is the point here today? Well, let’s dive in!
Last night, I went out with a few friends for dinner that turned into dinner and drinks. It was a good time. A lot of laughs and goofiness. You know the feeling. You’re out with great people and you can’t stop laughing, even before the booze. Everyone is relaxed and enjoying themselves. No one is stressed and it’s a carefree good time. In the world we live in, those types of nights are rare. So I really enjoyed it.
But it came with a price. I was so there and in the moment, I couldn’t talk to my girl as much as I would have liked. She’s amazing and was happy I was having a good time. I finally got home at about 10:30, maybe 11. It wasn’t shockingly late by any stretch. I had a small buzz going and I was ready for my night to end on a positive note.
Yes. I had a buzz. No I did not drive. I refuse to drink and drive. Even if I do t feel a buzz, I won’t get behind the wheel. Be responsible, reader!
When I got home and settled in, I had my dogs next to me and my phone in my hand. Now was my chance to spend as much time as I could with her. We talked s little bit before she needed to get some sleep. I felt a little guilt that I was out so late and not talking to her. She made sure to set my mind at ease. It had already been a very busy week, and we haven’t had as much time together as we would normally have, but that happens this time of year.
We went through our nightly and required goodnight ritual and she went to sleep. I wasn’t ready for sleep, so I turned on the tv and started to watch That 70’s Show. It’s my current binge. But I didn’t really watch it too much. I had something else in mind.
Ad you may have noticed by previous posts I’ve made, I can tell a pretty good kinky story. And my girl loves my stories. So, pulling from real life, as I like to do, I decided to make a story for her to wake up to. I love when I can wake her up with a story that gets her so excited and wet that she has to play.
I won’t share the story here, because a few of the ones I write are just for us. But some I have shared. This one started off with us cuddling, but her falling asleep. I wake her up and we have some fun. I put a lot of work into the story. It took about 90 or so minutes to write. It included a few different things we’ve talked about recently, and it was really a fun story. It may have been my longest story to date. And of course I included something near the beginning telling her that I want her to play while she reads it. No, not want. I NEED her to play.
By the time I finish writing, my eyes are getting tired, but my cock is demanding some attention. What can I say? It was a good story. And if I can’t enjoy them as well, something is wrong.
I hit send at 2:15am. As soon as I see that it sent, I see that I have a text from her. She woke up and was asking if I was still awake. We sent those texts right at about the same time, and there was a cute little comical moment where we laughed at it and realized that we get to spend some time together.
We were both feeling a bit happy and just content to get some extra time together. It was cute and sweet, until we got a little more physical. I told her to not read the story until this morning, and of course she listened. She’s such a good girl! But we managed to have our fun, and it was amazing in so many ways. We hadn’t had a chance to play much recently because of holiday chaos, so this was very much a needed play session.
We did a couple things that were a bit new for us, and it worked out great. And when we came, we came hard. Mmm… perfect.
Afterwards, in the soft sweet darkness, things settled back down and we went back to our soft, sweet, and cute natural state. We were both tired. And we both needed sleep. We reluctantly redid our goodnight ritual and parted again for the night.
It was an amazing night that may have gone differently had we spent more time together earlier in the evening. Had we spent that couple extra hours, then we may not have wanted and needed each other like we did at 2:30. The desire and longing made for what may be the best text based sexual encounter I’ve ever had. And it was only possible because she needed sleep at about 11:30.
These types of things are rare. If you miss out on something, rarely does it come back even better than you could have imagined. But that’s what we had. It was a magical night. I can’t stop thinking about it. And that’s usually a good sign.
Today, we’ve talked a lot. And the plan is to continue to do so as much as we can. I think we’re both still feeling that neediness for closeness and intimacy. It’s a great feeling.
My beautiful little slutty angel has me all kinds of happy. I’m a lucky guy.