I am laying in bed alone tonight.
Nights alone allow time to reflect, time to self care. I lay here and reflect on all the scenes that we have had together and all the ones I'm looking forward to having.
Although of all the fun I've had one thing stands out in particular. The way your voice sounds when you shift, the shift from Daddy to Dom. The way your voice gets deeper, rougher, and firmer. The way questions aren't questions anymore, but demands. The way it makes me feel as though its not my needs being met, but yours. The feeling that nothing else matters except what you want and what I can do or let you do to me to please you, to serve you. The fact that it is a need to serve you and please you buried inside me being met also. Being completely out of control and trusting you to take it all. It quietens everything inside me, allows me to focus on only you, forgetting the world around us. Focusing solely on the pain inflicted and the need to feel you, to hear those words "Good Girl".
You still give me butterflies and make me all melty. Your voice, your demands, your groans, and heavy breathing... you will never know what it does to me. It really does make me want to be in position on my knees waiting there all weekend just for you to walk back through that door.