Today’s Weather: Disgustingly domestic

Sometimes I really disgust myself.

Today, I woke up invigorated. I got up, cleaned, made massive amounts of ice tea, and made a delish meal of honey barbequed chicken, roasted potatoes, and corn.

I’ve been humming and breaking out into giggles and rubbing my skin periodically.

I keep thinking of him inside of me and sprawled out next to me sleeping peacefully holding on to my hand, and I can’t help but smile.

See what a little dick does to me?

Not little in size…I mean…as in getting some.

I would be one totally domesticated, dominated, happy bitch if I were with him. I would be his slave…and I would revel in it.

He didn’t tell me what he had to say….but he blushed when I brought it up and said he couldn’t just tell me while he was on the spot. He blushed…how cute. And when I asked him if he was leaving, he said no and asked if I was kicking him out. I said no, of course not. He laid there naked for awhile, letting me rub his thigh while I smoked and smiled down at him. Then he asked me to lay with him, and I did. And we slept the rest of the night. Huddled together. Sated and safe.

It was THE most fantastic thing ever.

Oh Swiz…if only you would let me, we would be so happy together…I would do anything to make you happy, love. *sigh*

But I wasn’t a fool. I know what you’re thinking. No…I wasn’t his fool. I didn’t say or do anything to leave myself open to him. It was just sex. And he had no other power than that. It was when he was gone I got all gushy and girly.

Like I said…I can love him all I want without him fucking it up. I’m not leaving that door open anymore more. If he wants in, this time he’ll have to knock. He’ll have to ask admittance.

And if I’m still there, I just might let him back him.

I’m just his bitch right now…and I can deal with that…because he has no idea that I am…so there’s nothing he can do about it.

I.LOVE.HIM.

But I am not his fool anymore.

I’ll never be HIS fool again.