Finally to the half way point...and my body is patiently waiting. Waiting for his touch, kiss, rubs, foreplay, scratches, slaps and penatration.
It has been 10 days since I have been allowed an orgasm...and I find it frustrating and pleasing at the sametime. An orgasm alone is simply a release...nothing more. It feels good...but nothing like the way he makes me feel. The orgasm he gives me takes me to another place. Its like he makes my everything orgasm together to send my body into an eruption of wonderful harmony with his body...and for that moment our bodies are making the most beautiful music anyone has ever heard. Everytime its a new song...but just as wonderful as before.
Each time he takes me he lets go a little more. I want him to give me his everything...show me the side that he is holding back...just letting a little out at a time. He knows already when to make love to me and when to fuck me. I can see it in his eyes when he is my lover, my master and when he is my Daddy...the best is when he blends them all in one session. But to be honest...I love them all...blended or separate.
My dreams change throughout the nights while he is gone. Some are filled with wild savage fucking...bound, whipped, cuffed, head sore from hair pulling and me bruised and marked everywhere in a good way. Then there is the love making scenes...where are bodies are melting together and we can't get enough.
I know when he comes home every one of those scenes will be played out...and I can't wait. My body aches for him...and the anticipation can almost make me orgasm all on its own.
10 more days until he rewards me with his touch, his kiss and his cock...and the ravenous appetite he has for my body. 10 more days and my world will be complete once again...10 more days...
Until tomorrow...
