Dark haired once more. I do miss the blonde. 

We had a quiet night in last night. Lots of talking, Exploring each other’s heads and experiences. Then touching. Lots of yummy touching. We christened my new bedding with sound play and 69ing. Gentle, moaning, wiggling on each other. 

Sometimes I feel like cradling him/her close – I feel so protective of him/her… it’s odd how I can feel dominant AND submissive. At different times obviously, but it is absolutely amazing to me that it can be both ways. I love that variety. I love that there is no expectation of me to be a specific way. There is freedom there. I love that. 

After lots of orgasms and relaxed sensuous play, and him cumming all over me, we cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms.  When the last alarm went off for him to get out of bed and on the road, we took an extra 5 minutes, I breathed the smell of us – our sex and us together – in. When he left, we talked on the phone as he drove home. 

The clock keeps ticking. Time keeps marching on. I love him/her more each day.