Humming

My body is humming.

i woke up sooo late (for me) and lay in bed, just feeling my body, humming with energy.   

Yesterday, i was so lucky.  i did not get called out to jail at all.

i came home from breakfast, took a quick nap, and started cleaning house ~ laundry and such.  

Exercised.

Wrote a couple of posts for a vanilla blog i write for, getting ahead of the game a little.

Read a little.

Started getting ready for my evening with Sir.

Made sure the kitchen looked nice and welcoming ~ got all the crap {books, junk mail, an empty grocery bag} off the kitchen table.  

Showered.

But first ~ for those of you who have supported and sympathized with me through my whole “shaving is hell” experiences ~ i have just one word.

Epilady.

Yes.

It’s taking a while to be able to use it effectively, but it is totally going to work.  This is very exciting.

So i spent some time with that little tool.  

Took my time rubbing in lotion all over.

Towel-dried my hair.   

Lit scented candles in the living room.  Made sure everything was straight and welcoming.

Prepped dinner, set the table,   Started simmering some crock pot vegetable soup i made a couple of days ago, fixed some salad, which He likes a lot.

Made coffee.

He was running late, which was ok.  He’s been working so much, and it looks like it’s going to continue for another 6 or 8 weeks.  i was just glad He was able to stop and come over.  And glad that He wasn’t rushing either.

i had plenty of time to do my hair, get dressed.

Tight black jeans, my new shirt with buttons.  

By the time He texted that He was on the road, the house was ready, and i could concentrate on relaxing, being open and ready  myself.  

i put on my new boots, which i knew would make me almost as tall as He is.  Not quite, but close.

When i heard His car, i was at the door, and He was in.

My arms wrapped around Him, holding on like i would keep Him there forever.

His hands caressing me, rubbing my ass, my back.  His mouth on mine.  His hands in my hair.

Sweet, sweet moments. 

Then He let me serve Him.

Dinner first, and conversation, trading stories of our day, our week, our lives.

After, the table cleared, talking and touching as we finish coffee.  We split a red pear, sliced in quarters, for dessert.  

i want to touch Him.  

My fingertips, my palms, tingle, longing to caress.

So i do.

We move to the bedroom, and i touch, stroke, and caress to my heart’s content.

From His head to His toes, as i touch, rub, and massage, i feel the energy between us building and growing.  

i feel my own body’s sensuality building, my awareness of my breasts, nipples hardened, the wetness between my thighs.  i feel ~

~~ how can i describe it?

i press my face, my cheek to His chest, to His thigh.

It is electrical.

i trail kisses up His inner thigh, licking lightly.  The energy between us grows and builds. i think if it were dark, there would be lights shining between us.

Until at last, overwhelmed with the heat and the desire, i ask ~

~ permission granted ~

i climb astride Him, and ride Him to the end.

Sated, drained, we cuddle, snoozing, content.

i wake this morning, my body humming, palms tingling, heart open.  

Recharged.