I have a pretty boring life, honestly, I’m not joking… I work in an office from 9am to 5pm, and I have 2 cats..
We live in a 3 bed semi detached house on an estate. It’s a nice enough house don’t get me wrong and we are happy here…But, if MrH and I could run off to the middle of nowhere (providing the couriers/postal services can get there at least once or twice a month) I would be blissfully happy. And I think MrH would be too.
I’ve been stressed out at work lately and so when I leave at 5, and I start the drive home I start to relax. I know I’ll soon be back to MrH and his arms.
I can’t wait to be under his control. To follow his commands. To kneel at his feet with my head on his knee (if I’m lucky) or to be curled at his side on the sofa (if I’m really lucky).
There’s a calm that comes over me when I walk through the door and see him. I don’t know how MrH feels about coming home to me, but to me, it’s my sanctuary.