24 Hours

Thursday night, we're snuggled up in bed. Many things, too mundane to share, have left me somewhat frustrated. I'm blindsided by a rogue hormone and despite my attempts to suppress them, the tears start to fall. I don't want him to know, I silently turn away.

He knows me too well, he doesn't accept my actions. He reaches to caress my face, searching for the silent tears he suspects are falling. I could fool any and every one in my life with my silent tears, learned so long ago. Not him, I've never been able to fool him.

He pulls me to him, safe, enfolded in his arms.

What's wrong, what can I do to help?

I don't know.
It's nothing.
Just a rogue hormone.
I'm fine.

You might be fine, but I want you to be better than fine.

At a loss for words, I shrug and remain silent, because I have no answers to give.

He doesn't accept that either. He flips me over his lap while reaching for the paddle. I don't know why and I don't care why, but from the first stroke of the paddle I begin to be better than fine.

Later, much later, I fall asleep in his arms. I'm now much better than fine. The silent tears long since ceased.

Friday morning, we lurch awake and stagger from our cozy nest. I fall into his arms and he tilts his head so I can snuggle in and kiss his neck. He holds me tight for just a moment while I continue to rain kisses upon him. Too soon we must part and get on with our day.

Friday evening, a long day behind us, tired and weary, we seek solace in each other, snuggled again in our bed.

What are you grinning about?

Am I grinning? I hadn't realized that I was.

Yes, you're grinning. What about?

I'm thinking about you in my mouth. I want to suck your cock. I want to feel you deep in my throat.

Have I mentioned that I'm a very spoiled girl and he gives me everything I want?