19th July 2010
I miss him. I am used to living with my body missing him, the dull constant ache for his touch is something I carry with me all the time when we are apart but this weekend has been different, difficult and a new test for me and I miss him so. I miss seeing him, watching him as he goes about his day, waking, washing, dressing, eating, and even sleeping, my eyes feasting on the man I love. I miss hearing him, his voice the last thing I hear as I drift off to sleep; the words of love and desire that he speaks to me have been missing this weekend. I miss sharing my day with him; I miss talking, laughing and having fun with him. I miss my body reacting to him words and commands. I miss showing him my body and I miss cumming for him.
My mind constantly wanders to thought of him and us and a smile always crosses my face when I do. I reach up to my neck; it is there, the constant physical reminder that I am his possession. I wear it all day every day, I am proud to have his collar round my neck, I am proud to be his. I touch it often, even more so when I miss him, it connects me to him and when my fingers turn the small bead that lays in the hollow of my throat I feel safe, secure, loved and most of all close to him.
Tonight I have taken the t-shirt out of its bag and laid it across my pillow as I write. I press my nose into the folds of the fabric and draw his scent in. I wish I could get his scent onto my skin, but for now I have to make do with this. I miss his voice and his face and company but tonight I will not miss his scent, tonight I will lay with him and let my minds imagination bring him to me.
I keep the t-shirt well wrapped, I want to preserve that scent, it fades with time and I am careful to not let that happen to quickly but now it only has to last another 11 days and then I shall no longer miss him, not even his touch, or his smell or his kiss. In 11 days the missing will be over for now and I shall be back by his side, back in his bed and he will make me his all over again. Until then, I miss him.
ps…..todays song is a gentle little piece that always remind me of him. One of his many missions is to teach me about all the music I seem to have missed out on over the years, this song is something he shared with me a while ago now and I feel in love with the first moment I heard it, abit like falling in love with him really! Hope you enjoy it……
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