I am in a daze today. After a couple of cups of coffee, I am still groggy. I haven’t even dressed yet. I am still in my gown, which I just noticed…is inside out.
I feel hungover. It’s a love hangover.
Maestro and I have been keeping some late nights lately. Over the last week there have been several 3:00 am “wake-up” calls. It’s interesting how you can be physically exhausted and yet mentally energized.
Yesterday, we spent the majority of the day entertaining the kids. It was an all-day affair of going here and there. They are so full of energy! After they finally went to bed, we each retreated to our computers to decompress. Around midnight, M went to bed. I continued researching information for an article I’m writing for work. I came to bed around 1:00 am and decided it was my turn to sound the alarm.
I may have sounded the alarm, but he opened the floodgates. I am no good to anyone today. I am a sleepy, distracted mess of a woman, wearing a mysterious smile on her face. There’s no cure for what I have, but I suspect Maestro has a remedy. I should probably take a nap. I have a feeling it will be a long night once again.
Here is what’s playing in my head today…
It has been far too long since I’ve written on here. Life has become very hectic and my time very limited. But life is good. And it gets better every day.
Maestro and I are still growing as a couple. This past year of living together has been exciting and tumultuous. And scary. And challenging. And wonderful. We are a great match. We complement each other. Where I am weak, he is strong.
It is all good…but I really miss the scenes. Those over-the-top sexual marathons that left us both breathless and sore. Those weekends where our only goal was to worship each other. We still connect. We still play. He still beats my ass when I am smart-mouthed and defiant. But with the day-to-day, with the demands of work and kids, we have little time left over for those hedonistic weekends we crave.
But things are looking up. We are moving to a new city. M was recruited by a large firm in a neighboring state and has landed a dream job. For now, he is commuting, but next month…we will all move there. It’s very exciting. What is more exciting is that we will be able to reclaim our bedroom. Our sacred space. The bossy two-year old is getting her own room (finally) and we will be able to sneeze without the risk of waking her.
I can’t wait to begin this chapter of our lives together. I have never relocated with anyone before. I have never packed up the family and moved to another place for work. It’s a great feeling. Liberating and secure, all at the same time. And I cannot wait to have more alone time with M.
More to come…
Master, I need to kneel
Your hands I long to feel
Around my throat
And in that “place”
Taking up all the space
As I flinch
I beg for even more
Master, I need your grasp
So firm I gasp
My breath you take
My body quakes
And I beg for even more
Here for you,
Here to use
I beg for even more
(Picture courtesy of Pinterest)
Maestro and I took a little sojourn yesterday. White water rafting through some tumultuous “rapids”. It was another of our spontaneous trips. No planning or notice. No time to pack. No need for anything.
We never even left the bed.
As M entered my raft, it was obvious that he was to be my guide for the evening. He was adept at navigating the rough waters ahead. He was in total control. He led me into the river, maneuvering towards the first set of rapids. The wetness was all around and I could tell the waves were increasing in intensity. I decided to assist my guide by grabbing his oar and paddling toward the first part of our expedition. He was appreciative of my attention to detail, showing me how best to steer.
The waves lapped over the raft again and again. The intensity continued to build and his skilled maneuvers took me straight into another set of rapids. These were even more intense and I found myself soaked. The rush was incredible and he could see that I was ready for more. He navigated the raft with sharp expertise, changing direction to yet another set of rapids. These were so fierce…so consuming that we both ended up drenched.
We never capsized. M kept the raft afloat and each set of rapids proved more powerful than the ones before. I was eager to go farther each time. I wanted more, and the way he maneuvered the raft in perfect direction, gave me the ride of my life.
At the end of our lengthy expedition I was parched and only he could quench my thirst. After drinking my fill, he guided me out of the river and we basked on the shore…both of us spent and energized at the same time. Quietly lying there, recollecting the journey we had taken.
As I adjusted my pillow and rolled over to spoon into his form, I smiled to myself.
Wonder where our next trip will be?
Today is the DAY! M is in route and in less than seven hours..he will be here. The kids are beyond excited and I have been “nesting” all week to get things ready for his arrival. (Special thanks to those who helped me get it all together, Lou and PBR, thanks ladies…your help and support made all the difference!)
Sometimes, there is a song that just fits the occasion, perfectly. Leave it to John Lennon to have the right words.
It’s time to spread our wing’s and fly,
Don’t let another day go by my love,
It’ll be just like starting over – starting over,
Save travels, M. We are all ready for you to come home.