I've been stuck in one of the great ironies of life. I take a bit of a break, then when I am ready to start writing again, life throws me a curve ball and I have no time to write.
This past week has been long and challenging. At the end of last week I was offered a new position with my employer. I accepted it but had to start immediately while also finishing up my old position. Last week I worked almost triple the hours I usually work. Combine that with the fact that I did my darnedest to keep up with everything at home and a recurrence of insomnia, I was one exhausted faerie.
And, if all that wasn't enough, we had another death in the family this week too. My Grandmother, now neither one of us has any Grandparents left. Even if I could have found some time to write, I doubt I could have gotten anything out. I was physically and emotionally drained, to the point that when Musicman proposed playtime earlier this week I actually refused. That's huge for me, as I never refuse, I like it too much to do that.
I was tired, he was tired and we weren't communicating well about what we both wanted. His mind was going one way and mine was going another. Within just a few short minutes I became very frustrated and said no. Shocked myself at the time and apparently him too, cause he let me say no. That did not help the situation any, I woke up weepy and sad yesterday with a full day of work ahead of me.
Musicman came to my rescue last night. He blindfolded me, which I really liked. I was kinda like a little kid who thinks if he covers his eyes you can't see him. Odd effect, but that's what it seemed like to me. Not like I was all alone, but like no one, even Musicman could see me. It definitely lowered my inhibitions some. I don't think I'm explaining it all that well, maybe it will become clearer after more exploration with it.
He put cuffs on me, which neither one of us cared for all that much and took off pretty quickly. I discovered I like the idea of cuffs, but actually using them, not so much. I'm used to being an active participant in our playtime scenarios and the cuffs made that more then difficult. Maybe with a bit more planning and a different type of scenario they would work better. Gonna have to give that one some more thought.
He used the leather paddle quite effectively and soon had me flying high. Then the glass dildo came into play, oh those wonderful little nubs it has, so lovely. He tried something with it that he hadn't tried previously and to my surprise it worked wonderfully well. He tormented my pussy with it for what seemed like forever. I was almost begging him to stop, he didn't, he just changed targets. He used it in my ass. I'm not very good at anal, but I was so worked up that I didn't tense up or become anxious at all. After that, it was relatively easy to take him when he decided that was what he wanted.
Round two was much tamer, but still just as much fun. I slept like a baby and woke refreshed and ready to go today. We've spent the morning doing much needed errands. The kitchen is now restocked with food for another week and he took me shopping for my birthday.
He likes me to pick out my own gifts, he says that way I am sure to get exactly what I want. I got that and more. I wanted a new ring. I wear my original wedding rings on one of my toes, have for the past decade. Needless to say, during the cold months they can't be seen by other people. That doesn't really bother me at all, but lately I have been wanting something to put on that finger. I debated about getting another ring or getting my finger tattooed. I went and looked at rings and narrowed it down to two. I couldn't decide between those two and asked Musicman to pick one. He doesn't care at all about jewelry, so instead of picking one he got both of them for me. Diamonds aren't just a girl's best friend, they're a faerie's too. I'm so spoiled, and it feels great.