I could write in detail about our most recent hotel stay.
I could tell you about the delicious food, the lovely rooms and the delightful view from the balcony.
I could tell you how I was bound and pleasured.
I could tell you about the seemly endless minutes of forced orgasms where time stopped and all I could do was feel, and breathe.
I could tell you about Sirs hand spanking me. About the thudding of the flogger on my shoulders and the cane stinging my ass as the wand, that was tied between my legs, kept me on the edge.
I could delight you with descriptions of Sirs cock dripping with precum, showing me just how much he enjoyed playing with my body, licking and stroking my pussy until I was incoherent.
I could describe the taste of his cock in my mouth, how I wanted to feel him fill my mouth and throat, so he moaned with satisfaction.
I could tell you how we giggled and laughed taking pictures.
I could tell you… but instead I’m going to say this.
I had such an amazing time. I feel fantastic.
We started dating in 1995 and here we are almost 23 years later still in love, still passionate.
In fact this last 12 months has contained the most amazing sex I’ve ever experienced- and I thought I had a pretty great sex life before!
But the intimacy. The hugs, the cuddles, the kisses, the care- that is priceless and with life and kids this part of our relationship had waned. Again I didn’t think I was missing anything. But now, now I have these things back I realise how important they are. Vital to maintain a deep emotional connection. I’m writing this and all I want to do is put the phone away and snuggle, so that’s where I’m going now….
But before I do – please let me urge the people who are in relationships who read this to go hug their lover. Kiss them and tell them you love them. You really can’t say or hear it too much.