Thinking is something I've been doing much of lately, and now I feel the need to write some of it down. I've been contemplating my relationship with my boyfriend, what it is and what I want it to be, and most of all how wonderfully happy I am with it. Words cannot express my daily amazement at the chain of events that had to happen for me to be where I am today.
And I've also been thinking about the nature of this relationship. We're always learning new things about each other, but it also feels as if we've been together forever. He's my best friend. We've talked a lot about getting married and starting a family. It will be sooner rather than later. I can't wait!
That said, going with the title of my blog, I'll get to the sexy stuff. We have the most phenomenal sex life. Yeah, we might skip a night now and then, but that only evens out the days where we make love before going to sleep
and when we wake up. Sometimes it's making love, sometimes it's having sex, sometimes it's just hot and sweaty fucking. But it's always with love.
Then there's nights like the night before last, that would be Tuesday night I believe. We went up to bed, but instead of getting under the covers he laid out my pillow in the middle for me to lay over and laid down next to it. I knew I was in for a spanking, and that's a good thing, I love them. First we kissed, then he said "I love you" before turning me on my stomach.
He started out with his hand, which, believe me, is enough to leave bruises by itself if he wants it to. He knows just how to make me squirm, and how he loves it when I squirm and struggle and try to get away. He can pin me so I can't move with just an arm or his leg. Not that he needed to then. Then he brought out something that I have a love/hate relationship with.
(I need to write a post about just how many pervertable things Walmart sells. Definitely.)
The object in question is a bright green 8" x 5" thick plastic cutting board. Which has never been used in the kitchen. It's actually version 2.0 since the first one was two thin and brittle and ended up cracking. I guess it's the difference between $1 and $3. Hehehee . . .
Version 2.0 packs more of a thud, still with plenty of sting, but not as much as the first one, and covers a good area. I was told he didn't use it with even a tenth of his strength, which is a Good thing. I had reached a point after a while where it didn't hurt as much, as the endorphins kicked in. The spanking could have gone on and on for all I cared, it was wonderful.
Then he was turning me over and spanking my breasts, quite hard. At one point I think he turned my face so that he could see it as he smacked them. I don't really have any bruises from that, but I do have what look like red freckles over each, small blood blisters. They'll go away soon. But I like having marks for a while.
When that was over, he was kissing me and fingering me, making me come sooo hard. And the rest of it was just fabulous, but I'll keep the details to myself . . . unless someone asks really nicely. But I will say, that I was so worked up I squirted a couple times.
I slept like a baby.
