Master fell asleep watching a movie at about 6pm last night. I woke him up at 10 to go to bed, he growled at me, flopped down in his clothes and started snoring.
Fuck me to tears.
Well, actually, the problem is that I’m NOT getting fucked to tears.
He told me this morning that he’d fuck me twice tonight to make up for it. But ‘afraid to hope’ springs to mind.
I had a few moments of imagining trying to coax him awake and into arousal after getting into bed last night, thinking of how many times he’s taken me when I’ve been sleeping/cranky/notinthemood, yet somehow I don’t think he’d just grab on to the headboard and hold on for the ride like I do, you know?
Sometimes, it’s a real bitch remembering which side of the slash you are on.
Sometimes, I wanna hang the whole damn bag of kink up in the closet with the rest of the toys.
Sometimes, I’d really like it to be more than cleaning and cooking and doing laundry.
And no, I don’t have pms. It isn’t even close to time for it. Sumbitch.
I do believe I’m having an attack of nofairitis. Great. The treatment for that is usually unpleasant. Tips for self-medication before The Boss has to administer a cure??
Just for the record- Master works hard and I more than understand being tired. Though I AM hornier than a three-balled Tom cat, I am not complaining that he’s tired. I just want what I want when I want it. Is that so much to ask??
I don’t have to LIKE everything, do I? I’m allowed to not be happy alla time!
Shit. Imma go take a walk or something.
Needed: One Attitude Adjustment. Stat.