I’ll let you in on a little secret…
Ed McMahon is not dead. At least for me, he’s not.
I feel like I just won for life.
Not an over-sized check. No obnoxious bouquet of balloons.
Instead, I hit the proverbial jackpot of love.
Me, the cynic…the non-believer…
The one who refuses to let anyone in, has truly found the One…and this girl is ALL IN.
My Maestro arrived late Tuesday night and I have barely had time to come up for air since then.
He left from work and drove seven hours to get here a day early..
After putting in significant overtime to have the time off…
Driving the entire stretch, in the rain…
When I saw the headlights pull into my driveway, I was so beyond excited that I almost ran outside in the cold rain, barefoot in my pajamas…but instead, I waited for him on the porch.
I felt like a girl on Christmas morning who has just spotted her presents under the tree.
There we were. Together. Finally.
I felt alive in his presence.
We sat together and just looked at each other for the longest time. I studied his face. Looked into his eyes and committed to memory any of the things I’d missed before.
I forgot how perfect his kiss is. How he knows exactly how I like to be kissed.
He also knows each and every button on my body, and how to switch them on.
And I love giving him control.
He stroked my cheek and pulled me close, whispering in my ear, “Do you know what I want?”
Ahhhh….how he whispers….
“What do you want, my Maestro?” I asked
He whispered again, “I want you to remove your pajamas and assume your position.”
I knew what he wanted. I placed myself across his lap as if it were an altar.
Within minutes, he brought me over the edge…over the mountain…off the cliff and into the pools of sweet surrender. The passion we share is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
What is so different, you ask?
It’s me. I am different. I am able to experience things I’ve never experienced before because for once in my life I can be myself. I can be my broken…flawed…sometimes neurotic…erotic…kinky…submissive self. I am free to be who I am. No facades. No masks. No changing my colors to blend in.
With Maestro, I can be ME. Which leads me to a complex, yet simply epiphany. I have never been myself in relationships. I have always been some version of me, but never gave anyone access to the real me.
This is true submission on an intensely deep level.
When we moved to the bedroom, we spooned. I love that. It’s a feeling of closeness that I have missed out in my life, never wanting to let anyone in.
He began to stroke my hair…my arm…my leg…my sweet spot. As he massaged the spot, he whispered in my ear. There was a primal tone in his voice, although he kept the volume at whisper level.
“Do you remember the text I sent you? The one you read while at the store?”
“Yes” I replied.
“Good, I am glad. Do you recall the phrase ‘tame and pale in comparison?”
“Of course I do, i read it over and over.”
He already had me under his spell, but he somehow raised the bar…increasing his dominion over me. His hand was around my throat. His body was firmly pressed against my back. He pulled me even closer.
“Do you know who you are?” he growled in his whisper to me.
I wondered if this was a rhetorical question, or if I was expected to answer. Before I could gather my thoughts, he spoke again.
“Who are you? Do you know who you are?”
I replied this time…
“Yes, I’m yours.”
His hand shifted from my throat to my hair. Pulling it tautly.
He leaned into my ear, breathy and deep and said…
“You are mine.”
And again he growled, “YES…..Mine”
(To be continued)