My SanctuaryShe is my rock – my sanctuary (and deserves a better picture!).Sometimes I get int
My SanctuaryShe is my rock – my sanctuary (and deserves a better picture!).Sometimes I get into a ‘high-speed wobble’ – veering toward out of control…If she’s trying to surprise me, well, she’s not doing that… get the laundry done ‘or else’… sheets included… a grocery list that’ll assure we don’t have to leave the apartment all weekend… and she does her part – look how clean the kitchen is! and a package arrived this morning…Pretty sure she thinks I need some ‘me’ time… some ‘we’ time… pin my face with her strong thighs… feed me her amazing breasts for an hour… sit on my belly and play with me until I have a climax… or two… or three…oh yes, red eyes and red bottom – no doubt I’ll have those, too – the first intermittently (I hope), the latter… well, start to finish, I bet… with every toy in the closet… (both types of toys, naughty and strict…)And what’s in the package, I wonder?By Monday I’ll be stable, relaxed, recharged (too sore to sit and maybe to walk… tongue too tired to talk…)… that’s what 60 hours of attending to her whims does for me… maybe a fashion show, a make-over or try some new hairstyles… or a new recipe… maybe something doesn’t come out quite perfect… ut oh! time for another spanking already?yummmm… -- source link