In which my heart goes pitter-patter
We didn't have some mega two-hour scene. We didn't have sex. But it was a night I'll hold dear to my heart for as long as I can hold on to the memory. I got to her home and was greeted by the warmest hug a submissive could ever dream to get from their dominant. We hadn't seen each other for a week but it felt like an eternity to me. Dinner happened and we shared the highlights/lowlights of our days apart with sniffles and the occasional blown tissues from a cold we both have. I felt stressed that I had not provided her with service so after receiving instruction, I got to work. This is typical of our weeknights together. I quietly showered after finishing my work, making sure my legs were silky smooth. I got excited at the thought that she might touch my legs while we slept. Every night I stay over, I yearn for her touch and I was determined to be ready in case it was what she desired. We each reblogged images on Tumblr, quite the norm for an evening together or ap...