Thirty Seconds

That's how much time passed tonight, between the moment New Guy walked in my door and the moment I ended up like this:

I still had my "I'm so glad to see you" face on, for God's sake. But no time for niceties. We had lost time to make up for.

"I'm sure you haven't behaved yourself at all the past two weeks," he said. So? Whose fault is that? I think i may have actually said that out loud. I don't remember. I do remember saying "Ow" a lot.

"You're getting it hard and fast tonight," he scolded. "and it's just the way you need it. Isn't it!"

"NO!" I hollered. "Oh?" he said. "Well, in that case, maybe I should just go home then, right? I mean, if you don't need it..."

Arrgh. Of course I needed it. Damn him anyway.

He wasn't kidding about the fast and hard. "It's been two weeks, not two months!" I screeched. Didn't help me.

After that, there wasn't much talk. I didn't really want to talk. I wanted to shut up and feel, to absorb, to take it. To arch upward for more, even as my feet kicked and scissored in protest.

He changed it up a little, bringing out his flogger. He removed my shirt and flogged my back and shoulders, moving down occasionally for extra hard whacks on the bottom and then back up again. I never knew what he was going to do. I didn't want to know. The control was not mine.

I don't know how long it went on. I just know it took me a very long time to come back to reality, to stop making animal noises and once again speak coherently. Reality? Reality was the stock market tanking, the riots in London, and other assorted BS, tragedy and trauma. For a while, it went away. For a while, I was in a bubble, no one else in the world but NG and me.

Welcome back, Erica...

Yup... ease back into reality. Savor the moment. Savor your Blogger-versary and Consensual Spanking Day.

He'd read my blog about changes. Didn't say much about it, except for four words. Four words that meant the world.

"I'm not going anywhere."

I could have kissed him for that.

Friends in the London vicinity, my thoughts are with you. I remember the L.A. riots as if they were yesterday. I hope peace is restored soon.

Just one thing left to make my night complete... chocolate. :-) Night, y'all.