I was scrolling through pictures in preparation for writing another Scavenger Hunt post (I have a few in backlog now!) when I ran across this one:
I immediately sent it to Sir… Well not quite immediately: first I savored the shivery feelings the image evoked.
Then I sent it, hoping it would compel a response – equal but opposite – to my own. “I want this!” I was saying.
“The belt,” he replied.
Yes! Mmmm… And then I remind him that it has been a long time, in case he has forgotten.
He has not.
And this time, when I look at the picture, as I remember the feel of his belt on my skin, the slap and thud and wince and sigh…there is more than a shiver. There is an ache and a pull deep in my cunt, an ache I know well.
Yes, I want this. I crave it.
But then, abruptly, I am pivoting the other way. It has been a long time! What if I can’t take it, what if it hurts, what if I’m too out of practice!
“We’ll have to take baby steps! Start at the beginning!” I text, backing away from that edge. I’ve even scooted back in my chair, as though he can see my retreat.
And, in a way, he can. He teases me: “Right…we don’t want it to be too much for you to handle.”
I can hear the smirk in his text. Of course I rise right up to the challenge and send him a smirk of my own back.
It’s this way for me. The love/hate, crave/fear seesaw. I’ve been riding it since I’ve gotten back. Wondering when it will happen, what it will be like. Waiting…
