“Back to real life,” I said, “back to our routine.” But I didn’t feel the let-down that settling back into one’s daily life might engender, after all the fun and excitement of the past few weeks. Instead I felt charged and anticipatory. W understood that feeling exactly. Yep, Lewbari and Tasks and cruise ship craziness was fun, but, as he says, “Our real life doesn’t suck either.”
“Routine” means Monday-Tuesday with Ad and the kids; Wednesday-Thursday with W; Friday with Ad with or without the kids, either at home relaxing, snuggling up on the couch or in bed, or sometimes on a date, or sometimes on a 3-date; Saturday day is relaxation or errands or hiking or just hanging out, Saturday night is for playing or play parties, either with W or both guys; and Sunday back home with Ad, winding up our week.
“Routine” is also dressing for work on Wednesday knowing I will see W that night:
Pencil skirt, black lace panties and a lacy blouse with no bra:
And wholly work-inappropriate five-and-half-inch heels:
And lastly my tit collars, cinched down tight, so that I’ll be thinking of him all day:
And tomorrow, work from home day.
I love my routine!