I can't believe it's been five days since I wrote something. It wasn't because I had nothing to say, as if that ever happens. Quite the contrary actually, we had a great weekend. Then I woke up sick Monday morning. I've been lost in a fever haze for the last 2 days, too weak to even get out of bed for other then the most basic things. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't sexy, I was stuck in my own little world of misery.
I'm finally feeling human today, I've showered and instead of nasty old sweats I put a skirt on, that always makes me feel better. I've never been great at remembering the details and when you add in the lost days things get really hazy.
Musicman had read my blog shortly after dinner Friday evening. I found that out about five minutes after our son went out for the evening. That's about how long it took for him to take me up to our bedroom and undress me. I remember a lovely spanking and some knock your socks off playtime. I do believe we covered everything in the post and more, a few times.
The funny thing is the most prominent memory is wondering if the neighbors heard us. It had been unseasonably warm on Friday and I had opened some of the bedroom windows and blinds. Our bedroom faces the street. I never even thought to close the blinds until about halfway through the warm up spanking. Musicman had already taken care of that.
I also remember Musicman putting his hand over my mouth a couple different times. He does that when I get loud, it usually just makes me louder. I'm not good with volume control, especially when I know the house is empty. It's a good possibility they heard something. Does that make me an exhibitionist since it doesn't bother me a bit that the neighbors might have heard?
Saturday morning dawned 50 degrees colder then the previous day, brrr. I hauled myself out of a cozy warm bed and left Musicman to sleep while I took our daughter to work. I had been answering comments on here until time to leave when she called and said she didn't have to go in. Score!!!!
I went back up to our room, stripped and crawled back into bed, snuggled up to a nice warm Musicman and fell asleep. I was woken a few hours later by Musicman's hands roaming all over my body. That is my favorite way to wake up, a close second would be a good morning spanking. I got that too and plenty of sexy playtime. It was some time after noon when I finally hauled a sore and sated body out of bed and into the shower.
Other then showering and dressing we exerted enough energy to see a movie and get takeout. By then the rains and wind that blew in with the Nor'easter were picking up. We soon were home and tucked in for the rest of the weekend. We watched movies and the race and cooked together and hung out and had one fast and furious encounter on Sunday afternoon.
It all seems so far away now and a lot of the details gone with the last few days of illness, but the feelings of contentment and satisfaction and love are still there. The Nor'easter has blown through and the sun is back out. I'm feeling much more my spunky self. Maybe I can get a do over and skip the illness part, afterall, while I might have been ill, I wasn't stressed at all.