Well it’s here, today is my birthday. 32 years on this Earth, and I have to say, so far it’s been a good one.
I didn’t wake to dreadful news, or a UDP, or anyone making demands of my time. A rare thing for me.
I came awake slowly, gently pulled from dreams fueled by the activities alluded to in my last post. Having been together so long, he’s well aware of my moods, my needs, and when I may just need to tie him to the bed and have my wicked way with him.
The carved posts of our bed lend themselves so well to this practice and it was well past the witching hour when I untied him last night.
I woke to nimble hands and long fingers caressing my curves. Teasing me gently awake, soft touches to secret places, worshiping with more reverence than seen in any temple or church.
Is there any better way to wake? If so I don’t know it, and I’ll be dubious until proof is delivered, if it even exists. Following the first gentle round, he worked in earnest until I thought I’d never catch my breath. Every position I favor, every angle he’s learned over the past 13 years. Several hours focused entirely on my pleasure.
Lazing in bed afterwards I asked what brought all that enthusiasm on. We had played a long time even for us the last night, usually he’d be sore today, favoring hot showers, sweet teas and maybe some gentle cuddles.
“Birthday spankings didn’t seem appropriate, so I thought it’d be fun to try for birthday orgasms instead.”
Happy Birthday to me indeed.