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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Knocking on the Golden Door

Monday was a fun day (great morning sex aside), spending much of the day outdoors. We took a long walk and ran, what seemed an endless list of errands. Came home and cooked a pretty decent meal and by the time Daddy dragged his day-weary body home, the children were mostly in bed. He seemed bewildered, eat or shower? So, mouse went to him, took his briefcase, hat and coat, then smiled brightly. He admitted he was hungry, so we went to the kitchen and mouse heated up his dinner. He appreciated the healthy food. Then he went upstairs to shower. He emerged from it and asked about mouse's day. Together we walked downstairs to look in children and say goodnight. Sir went straight to his study, while mouse finished tidying the kitchen, before settling down to read.

The sunroom is the perfect spot to read! On clear nights you can hear the river and see the canopy of stars between the trees. Quite relaxing. Eventually he found mouse and sat down, he said he was taking a break. Setting the iPad aside, mouse snuggled next to him. Poor thing seemed weary and tense.

Offering sex is sometimes awkward for mouse, knowing how tense Daddy was feeling and just knowing that some oral attention might help ease it. But remaining uncertain, kinda.

Should mouse just slip off the sofa and onto her knees? Then there's that, dunno, overwhelming feeling of just so comfortable leaning against him, his arm around her and holding her close. It's wonderful and does she really want to ruin (ok, ruin isn't the right word) that moment where her need to be close to him is just satisfied so nicely? It's like an odd quandary. Then he lightly kissed the top of mouse's head and made her sigh (not the exasperated sigh Daddy often hears, but the sigh that comes from deep contentment). A moment later she was at his knees offering her mouth and soon after lost in those blissful feelings of intense cock-worship. When it was over and mouse took her time with it -- he thanked her.

He groaned checking the time and said we'd better get upstairs to begin rituals -- was it really that late? Yes, it was. After doing the normal stuff, mouse settled again on her knees, applied the clamps while Daddy watched her. The meditation came rather easily as mouse found her focus quickly for a change. He removed the clamps and can mouse just say ouch. They really hurt more coming off than they do going on. Daddy was really tired and just pulled mouse into bed beside him and cuddled her close. Soon the words began to come...not a lot heavy stuff revealed just feelings mostly of deep contentment and feeling blissfuly contained. Almost like feeling cocooned. Really think mouse dropped off maybe in mid sentence -- suddenly feeling exhausted and like the feeling of being pulled into sleep and it was nice.

Tuesday morning was a sexual repeat and the day not nearly as interesting as our weather turned. In the evening, Daddy wasn't so drained and came home a little earlier than expected. 

After that we settled down in his study, he working, mouse reading and the dog was snoring. It was nice tho, quiet, gentle and mouse was thoroughly lost in the words of Jane Austen. He said it was time for bed and apologized for not sending mouse up earlier. It was after midnight and he knew mouse's day would be busy.

It's funny but at that moment mouse was completely exhausted and even looked to Daddy, begging skip rituals. He was surprised and said that just for tonight it was ok. We don't want it to become a pattern. But he was exhausted and bleary-eyed too. For once there wasn't even sex...or talk...just our bodies entwined for some deep, blissful sleep.

Wish we could say we made up for it for this morning, but it was more or less normal. Daddy got his morning oral attention and then started his day, while mouse did her thing.

Song selection: Estimated Prophet; B. Weir, et al.

10 comments:

  1. Lovely post, mouse. I sure Daddy appreciates the quiet support you give him when he comes home. Dinner ready, children in bed. Thinking you are in a much better place...peace of mind...perhaps. That's good!

    I often think, at times, it must be so very difficult for the Dominant One to balance work, real life issues, and still maintain a positive lifestyle relationship. Guess that's why I'm definitely not the dominant one in our marriage.

    Keep the peaceful momentum rolling along,
    Hugs
    Joyce

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    1. Oh Joyce!

      Absolutely, he tries sooooooo hard sometimes to be there for everyone in his life and feels defeated when his mom feels neglected (or mouse does -- yanno something's gotta give).

      But he's really good at it, much better than mouse who can normally put all her energy into one thing. With mouse, things tend to go into baskets....Like work stuff would be one basket, home stuff in another...

      Now that she doesn't work, the home basket is huge. But that's where the focus is these days, on the children and Daddy (and rightfully so at this point).

      But it's all mouse can focus on...Just like when she worked...work was the primary focus and everything fell behind that...until the Omega basket became just as large as work...does that make sense?

      He has lots of baskets some are huge, some are smaller but not less important and somehow he keeps them all straight and of course, well organized.

      Hugs,
      mouse

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  2. Ahhh, morning sex makes monkey girl a very happy girl. ;)
    I always loved bathtime when the monkeys were little and giggley.
    ;)

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    1. Morning sex is the BEST way to start the day.

      Hugs,
      mouse

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  3. what i find difficult about offering myself is the chance of refusal im hesitant unless im very certain its what he wants, because otherwise i get my knickers in a twist...ok that doesnt take much i admit!

    Hope its a bit more of a restful weekend for you all.

    tori x

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    1. tori,

      Honestly and truthfully, mouse felt she was being selfish...the cuddling and being held was soooo nice and rare these days yanno?

      But hearing him afterward say, " thank you" OMG mouse's head just about exploded in such a good way...because....she really did do something to help him or to make him feel as good as she was feeling...

      Really not doing a good job of explaining this...

      Hugs,
      mouse

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  4. What a lovely peaceful feeling I get from this. Honestly, it almost makes me wish I led the kind of life you do, Mouse. Although mine is so far from it, and I wouldn't be nearly as good at it as you, and you know, it's not even possible. But it just has such a nice feel.

    Thank you for sharing it.

    I think ~ it's the love you bring him that shines through your blog. I hope I bring that to my Sir.

    hugs,

    aisha

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    1. ooooh aisha, please..you'd be fine at mouse's life! We adapt to what we have. Yanno?

      And sometimes mouse is a bit jealous about your life too...yanno? Maybe jealous isn't the right word, but close...

      You get spanked ;-)

      many hugs and much love,
      mouse

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  5. I am curious about one of the final phrases..."while mouse did her thing." What does that entail?

    The post is a pleasant one, overall peaceful and full of the pleasures of giving, and receiving, proper attention to all parties.

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    1. You made Daddy chuckle a little Sir. Unfortunately, nothing too exciting, dealt with kids, cooked breakfast...maybe a shower (?)

      Oh dear that sounds incredibly dull, but really it's nice.

      Hugs,
      mouse

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