Best....

....Chinese ever. With you - flowing conversation that twisted between skiing, army stories, travelling stories, eating fish from tanks. Feels like we always have enough to say, still fascinated by each other's experiences, still wanting to hear more. Even though we haven't stopped talking for months, there is still that feeling of learning and understanding and taking pleasure in hearing more about the other.

....Blow job. This morning - quietly (can't say silently) as you fucked my mouth and I struggled to breathe, to keep 'discreet', to make sure you were enjoying.

....Hug. Lying with my head on Eve's lap, her playing with my hair, you at the other end of the sofa, my feet on your lap. Chilled, coming down, amongst friends, feelings of love and security and contentment. And being utterly spoiled.

...Moment of pride. Watching you playing with Margo, the look of concentration and enjoyment on your face, your happy smile, twinkle in your eyes, precise movements. Immense feeling of pride as I watched you doing what you love.

...Horror moment. Watching the marks, the weals, the bruises, the blood develop on Tony's back as Eve went to work. Horror mixed with understanding, empathy of a sort, respect, fear, desire, despair, wonder and finally back to shock. But knowing that he was loving it, she was flying and we were witnessing it.





...Spiky pain. Knives across my back, across my bottom. And then staples - like little ant bites or the bites you get when you've been sitting in grass on a sunny day. The clunk as the staples went in - little mew from me. And the red ribbon wound across my back like a corset - simply stunning.

...Relaxation moment. Sitting with you, talking about music, playing songs, thinking about tunes to make love to, to fuck to. Whether you were thinking of past experiences or future events yet to happen, I was just thinking about how amazing it is when you and I are in each other's arms and nothing else seems to matter. And thinking back to 'soundtrack for a...' type moments and realising that the best is yet to come.

...Frustration. You haven't touched my pussy at all this weekend. Bittersweet frustration - hot and horny and desperate on Saturday morning, tired, sleepy but so wet this morning. Even my wriggling, my pushing myself into you didn't get me what I want because it's about what you want and right now, this weekend, you didn't want to touch me because I so desperately wanted you to. Sweet. Painful. Heavy frustration. But actually fantastically sweet painful heavy frustration.



...Homecoming. Well, leaving you is never the best, it's quite frankly the worst. But I walked into my house this afternoon to be assailed by the smell of lillies - from your Valentine's Day bouquet which is looking as beautiful as it did when it arrived - such an amazing and thoughtful present which makes me grin. And then leaning back into the sofa tonight, feeling your marks across my back, still a bit scratchy - reminding me of you and me and what we do together. Even as I put away my new red coat (worn with just hold-ups last night - who'd a thought it?!!), put my clothes in the wash I was still grinning. Every new experience, every new day we spend together just builds up into this big, enveloping hug that sets me up further to be strong and confident and secure.

I love you. Thank you. You're the best xxx