“What the hand does the mind remembers.” ~ Maria Montessori
And just in case I should forget he took a picture for me.
On Thursday The Gentleman and I managed to finally spend a few hours together not socially distanced and we made absolutely excellent use of the time as you can see from the picture.
Not only did he leave his mark on me, in more ways the one but I also got to christen my beautiful new bed and actually my new house too as the only person I have had sex with since moving in had been myself. It feels more like home now that I have fucked in it and my new bed is starting to collect some memories. Happy sex fuelled ones.
Also it reminded me just how much I love sex. How it feeds my soul. I have missed it so much and I am determined to change that and have more fabulous sex and kink too. The stinging pain that accompanied getting those hand marks. Well they made me hiss because fuck that hurt and quite frankly it has been a LONG time but also they reminded me how much I need and want that stuff.
It was good to be touched. It was also so good to remember who I am…