We played together late yesterday afternoon. Simple spanking play with lots of sensual stuff thrown in. Slow and luxurious. It was wonderful.
For me, it was a wonderful opportunity to drop back into place -- to give the control back into His hands; settle into the rhythms that He established, and simply surrender myself to whatever sensations He was interested in creating. It was intense enough by times, that I had to work and concentrate and focus, but never so extreme that I fell over into panic. As we went along, I found my mind quieting down, my breathing growing deeper, and my muscles relaxing. Even as my backside grew stingy and hot, I felt a sense of well-being spreading through my whole body. When it was over, I was feeling soft and safe and snuggly.
YES. I said DINNER. It was great fun.
For us, it feels like a reconstitution of our sexual/erotic connection. As if all of this recent drama has spun us back to one another with a stronger bond and a deeper love than we had before. And in as much as I worried, going through all of this, that there might never again be a place for me to be "just His," Sunday afternoon's wonderful session felt sexy as hell and more, it felt like coming home.