I need… him

When I have the opportunity I always watch him as he gets undressed.  I find it very sexy. He finds it disturbing. “I’m not a piece of meat,” he says.

MrH knows what I need. Last night he got the squealer out and he used it on me. My mind quieted.  Impact play has that affect on me.

It’s been a hell of a week, and it’s only half way done.

But at least when I get home I have MrH, his arms and his love.

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