Neither Musicman or I are big on celebrating holidays. Heck, we've ignored MAJOR holidays more then once. I've always been a big believer in celebrating every day, Musicman not as much. The fact that none of us are promised tomorrow is a lesson both Musicman and I have learned the hard way more times then we can count. He's learning to celebrate every day, and when he slips I see it as my job to remind him.
So tonight, I'll make his favorite dinner for him, but I do that at least once a week anyway. I've made him a sweet treat for dessert. Peanut butter pudding, minus the lumps this time. But I love to bake and usually bake at least once a week. I might spend a little extra time primping and looking pretty for him today. But, I dress for him every day and he always appreciates it. Some playtime would be fun, but it always is.
I don't feel any pressure to do anything special today that I don't do on other days. Having said that, sometimes inspiration strikes and I get an idea. It's not that I haven't done this before, but it's been awhile. I wrote Musicman a story and emailed it to him.
This isn't a spanking story, and any D/s in it is peripheral to the story. This story I wrote just for him, about one of his fantasies that he shared with me. I wrote it a few days ago and sent it to him immediately before I could change my mind. I knew he wouldn't find it early since he never checks his email. Unfortunately, since I've sent it I've thought of all kinds of things I could have changed or added to make it better. Oh well, that would have just made it too long anyway, right?
Bathed in the warm light
of true love and devotion,
even the most impossible
dreams become reality.