a long time in between

So yesterday afternoon, my slave picked me up at my house for a little Monday night getaway.We haven't seen each other in a week, and we both know we won't be able to see each other until sometime next week. Talk about a shitty situation.

So we pull away from my apartment, and stop and kiss. It was hard for me to contain myself and behave, but we did, and he started driving. We talked about our day and things that happened, all while holding hands like two young teenagers.

It took about an hour to get to our destination, and he checked into the hotel and we went out for dinner. We were going to go eat Chinese food, but they were "closed on Mondays" WTF? So we found a Mexican place and shared fajitas. Just like last time we went out of town, it was nice knowing that we really didn't know anyone there. After dinner he took me shoe shopping, but my size 11 feet are hard to buy for and we left with nothing, which is okay with me.

***Disclaimer*** There will be some sexual things in the next couple of paragraphs so if it bothers you....STOP READING NOW!

So once back to the hotel room, we start kissing. Every time we see each other there is more and more passion there; it is truly amazing. Now if you have been following this blog, then you know we are not having sex yet. The way we kiss is so different from the way I've ever kissed any other man. In just a short time we have learned each others "hot spots" and know how to use them to our advantage. He knows exactly how to get me excited. Things were getting hot and heavy, well as hot and heavy as they can with out sex, when his phone rang......of course it was his wife. He goes out into the hallway to talk to her, and returns to me.

He asks me about his punishment, and I tell him that the only way he may have an orgasm is if we were to have sex. Part of me knew that this would not make a bit of difference, that we would still NOT have sex, but part of me hoped it would. There were moments last night that I thought, " I can't take this anymore" because he gets me right to that point where I am about to explode and then backs off. I think I can speak for both of us, that it is getting harder and harder for us to hold back and not have sex.

When he said we would have to go home soon, I wanted to cry. I am selfish and greedy and wanted more time. The drive home, I could bear to take my hands off of him, knowing they would not be able to touch him for more than a week. It kills me that I wont get to see him, touch him, smell him, feel him for more than a week.


I long for the April to get here, we are going on a four day trip together. No spouses, no children, no having to be home by a certain time. Just us, for four whole days. I can't wait!!!!!!