I try and make a pact with myself to give my blogging mind a break on weekends but… well.. it doesn’t always go that way.
You see, some things are just worth writing about, like the divinity that is my Ten Shades,
My Mr Wolfie.
Will I ever tire of him? Well, sure, if recent events are anything to go by, then maybe he’ll tire me.
Thursday, I woke early. I wasn’t sure if he had the day off and so reluctantly, I woke him. He wasn’t sure what weekend he was working either, so he called his office.
Watching him pace slowly through the lounge, I realised the complete Adonis that I’m married to. His confidence, the smattering of hair on his chest, his broad shoulders and the way his lounge pants clinged to his hips. He was perfect.
And I’d paid enough money for the privelege of drinking him in.
Come back to bed.
I wanted to smell him, feel him, taste him.
Yesterday was filled with more antics.
He teased me, then headed for a shower. Not to be outdone, I decided to tease him right back.
“Fine, I’m gonna go masturbate.” I said, locking my enemy in my gaze.
“What?” he said, half shocked and half amused.
“I said I’m gonna go masturbate” I repeated, making slowly for the bedroom.
Feeling his hand in my hair, I moaned. I could feel how pleased he was to have caught me and I smiled. I was as weak for him as he was for me.
Mr W knows how to get all kinds of delectable noises out of me and I am at his mercy when he strikes. Feeling his teeth against my inner thigh, I gasped. He meant business today.
“Sorry, Sir” I whispered.
Waking up this morning, I could hear Julia Michaels “Heaven” in my head, because that’s what this was, heaven. He’s oddly perfect, in his own perfectly imperfect way. With initials like MDS, he fits perfectly into this wicked world. I’ve never forgotten that conversation.
“What’s his initials?”
“MDS” I smiled.
The look on her face was priceless. I was in a relationship with a man who’s initials matched the man famed for discovering sadism, and one day, I was going to marry him and live out our blissful, fucked-up, happily-ever-after.
Life is good.
The life we lead now is surprisingly simple. He works, I blog, work out and clean. By the evening time, all is done and we are reunited. There is little to stress about, little to worry about and little to do besides the things we want to do, whatever those things may be.