So, it's no secret B and I have a D/s dynamic. I've usually identified as a dominant; however I've been having switch tendencies as of late, which works out nicely because B is exploring his dominant side, too.
Last night he returned home from a conference and I met him at the airport. It was so nice to see his face, kiss his lips, hold his hand as we walked to the car...suffice it to say, I missed him.
We'd been toying with one another all day...playful, sexy...dirty...
His flight had been delayed and I knew he was worn out from his trip. I should have just sent him on his way, but I wanted as many minutes as he could spare.
About 45 minutes later we were on our respective ways. It doesn't take rocket science to figure out how things played out, right?
Don't misunderstand, I was thrilled to see him. I just didn't expect to feel the way I did.
It's not about keeping score or being tit for tat...not at all. I don't think it was intentional. I don't feel used.
I just feel...well, I'm not exactly sure, but I know I don't like it.
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