Oh...What a Week!!

Oh my goodness, the week from hell has finally ended. There were times I thought it would never end. I knew it was gonna be a challenge with working so many hours, I just didn't figure on all the other crap happening. The death in the family, the anniversary of another death in the family and the anniversary of 9/11, all before mid week. No time to write anything at all, or visit with all of you, left me struggling by Wednesday morning. I cheated just a tad and wrote my last post last weekend and waited to publish it.

Wednesday evening brought some sweet relief, in the form of some much needed playtime with the leather paddle.  Wish I could say we crossed another room off our list, but unless I count the master bedroom we didn't. Guess I'll just have to settle for the all over body limpness brought on by multiple mind blowing orgasms. Hey, it works for me.

We fell asleep curled in each others arms, satisfied and grateful to be that much closer to the end of a long week. The feelings of contentment didn't last though. They exploded with the ringing of the phone at slightly past 1:00 a.m. I don't know about anyone else, but when my phone rings at that hour, it's never good news.  It wasn't, and while I'm gonna skip the details, it led to a very long night and no sleep for me before work the next day. Sigh.

Thursday came and went in a blur of sleepiness for both of us. The fact that we both drove our cars to and from work in that condition was probably not the smartest thing we ever did, but, thanks to some alert guardian angels we made it through the day unscathed. At least, I think we did.

Friday found me energized and ready to get it over and done with. I barreled through work with the determination of a woman on a mission. We had a nice quiet evening together that included some time chatting with a blogger friend. She cracked me up repeatedly with her wit and managed to finally wipe the remnants of the last week from my consciousness. Thank you for that my friend.

From the conversation we had, I don't believe play time was on her agenda last night. I didn't think it was on mine either. I thought wrong, apparently it was on his agenda. He didn't say a thing all evening to indicate that it was. We turned in at a decent hour knowing we had a busy day of catching up on home things to be done today.

We had just been discussing Wednesday night the fact that I have come to love the leather paddle. I let him know then, that while I do love it, I miss the magic paddle sometimes. I was all snuggled up under the comforter when he joined me. He stripped that comforter off me and flipped me over so quick my head spun. Since we neither one wear any kind of sleepwear, dealing with clothes was a non issue.

I don't miss the magic paddle any more as that was his weapon of choice last night. And, oh, what a lovely weapon it is. I'm still feeling the effects some today.  Bad week last week you say? What bad week, is what I'm saying.

We still haven't managed to cross another room off our list, but the running tally for the master bedroom currently sits at 5 times to date. The weather has gotten considerably cooler and Musicman mentioned maybe having a fire tonight. I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, maybe we could end the evening crossing off the garage from our list. I really, really wanna play on his motorcycle, which is conveniently parked in the middle of the garage. Here's hoping.