The house is too quiet. Master is sicker than a dog. I’m horny and nobody cares.
Indeed I no longer have a case of baby fever. I am cured. I am babied out. I have filled up on sleepless nights, poopy diapers and sudden urps of vomit down jacket-fronts in a crowd of people. Yep. There was a reason why I got myself neutered and I have been reminded of it. Thank you, Jaysus! I have seen the light!
But back to being horny.
He for real doesn’t care. As if illness is reason enough to deny me service. I mean, wtf, that excuse never works for ME!
I kid, I kid.
We had lots of time to talk in the car on the drive there and back. Lots of discussion surrounding kink and play and sex and M/s… And… really nothing new to report. It was mostly a reaffirmation of things. Which is nice to do now and then. Words have big impact and hearing it all laid out for me, nice and neat and final and certain, does a lot to settle me.
I can guaran-damn-tee you if Master wasn’t currently in the other room hacking up a lung, I’d be getting my ass fucked right freakin’ now.
Horny. Did I say that already?