On my way home

I'm writing this in the morning -- to be posted when I'm on the plane

I had a wonderful time -- Aisha and her Sir are wonderful hosts -- and I leave refreshed and peaceful and in a very good place

ready for new adventures

I am worrying about M a bit

he seems to be sliding down into a slump
a depression

and there's not much I can do if he won't let me in

His troubles weigh very heavily on him
and I cannot carry them for him

He's been distant this weekend -- which is normal for him when he thinks me busy

he doesn't call
and rarely texts when I'm on vacation

so sometimes I poke him

Saturday morning -- I was in my room -- shopping for some new toys
and I poked him a bit
asking for an O

and was
ignored

well -- that's how it feels -- ignored
usually I think he doesn't see it
and when he does he figures - the moment has passed and doesn't respond
or

maybe it's just no
who knows

and I was horny as hell
so a bit later on I poked harder

"Sir may I please have 5 orgasms"

and I waited

"five?" he asked

(aha! -- GOT 'EM!)

"yes, five", I return.

long pause

"why five?"

I think, "because 1 is too few and 6 would be pushing it"

the real answer is that I wanted some attention
and thought -- maybe I would get none
or 2
or more than I bargained for
but I just wanted to have some fun with my man

"let's push it" he answers

I get permission to complete it by the end of the day -- as the front seat of Aisha's Saturn isn't the best place -- and we might have another conversation about non-consent on this side of the internet.

so after a nice evening with Aisha and her Sir -- I head downstairs to my task

and

shit

really hadn't thought through how difficult it is for me to accomplish 1 with no toys
much less six.

and I sent my man a series of texts as I muscled through each one

number 3 being particularly spectacular

and after 4 -- finally got to chat a bit with my man online

I admitted that I was stuck at 4 -- and didn't think I would finish

"If you don't clean your place you won't get any dessert", He retorts

this perks me up

"Dessert?  What's for dessert?"

and he answers

"lol -- I guess telling you number 7 is for dessert isn't much motivation"

we chatted for a bit -- he told me to owe them to him

whatever that means

and got some sleep.

sfp

PS -- Aisha -- the sheets are in the washer -- it's the least I could do after the 4.  :)