Sugar Scrub for One Please.

It's Friday, the end of an extremely long and trying week. Mr. (wonderful) Six and I have been fighting for the last few days. I think it might be one of our biggest arguments to date. I was/still am mad at him for reasons that I won't go into. He was fully at fault and it's pretty serious. I've been working late at the office to avoid him, when home I've barely spoken nor looked at him and worst of all, sleeping alone in our bed, while he slept on the couch. Then finally today he calls me at work to fix this or attempt to fix it. I'm happy because the fighting was getting to me! I need my husband, I need to snuggle and touch and fuck.

All I could think about on my way home was him touching me, it's been 3 days too long. His hands on my hips, my legs, my tits... His kiss, I miss him kissing me. 
I knew I would be home before him sooooo.... I went into my routine. Showered, sugar scrubbed, shaved everything - yes everything ;)  Lotioned, blew dry my hair, threw a little blush on, some lip gloss and waited for him to get home...

He did nothing. He does have to be up early, and I did annoy him with something he didn't do.. but still.. We made up and I needed him to really make up and make it up to me. What an idiot....

So here I am alone and deliciously bathed... I'm off to bed, I hope he realizes his ginormous mistake tomorrow!

Introducing...

Mr. Six, that's him - my Husband.
No, "six" is not representative of this length, he wanted me to make that clear. As he's quite proud of his cock (yea I'll give it to him, it's a nice one!!)

Anyhow, we met unconventionally, yet for me it was quite conventional! It was at a place online, where people have the same sort of sexual interests. I wouldn't say-"Never, would I have imagined marrying someone from there". It was more like I had secretly hoped I would meet the male version of myself - a normal person of society, good family, good job with extra kinky/dirty interests.

And I did!
It wasn't exactly a talk~ meet~ date~fall in love romance.
It was more like a
talk~talk~talk~.........................guy disappears..................... ~5 months later~talk~talk~meet~date~fall in love.

I gave him a second chance after disappearing on me  - and good thing I did!

Did I play hard to get? - Not really. Did I wait that certain amount of time a girl should before sleeping with him? Did I ever?? (well.. once in a while). But not with Mr. Six, the attraction - the charge, it was there!

We dated for about a year and a half then he proposed  *swoon*. I never actually believed I would marry someone who could sexually fulfill me as I needed to be. I knew I would eventually get over Morgan. I knew I would find a man that has great redeeming qualities - sweet, trustful, honest, handsome, caring, funny, etc... (in no specific order there)  But with my D/s aspect?!?!  He is all of it.

Mr. Six; he's always funny, has bouts of moodiness, and his sweetness is always hanging around, in the bedroom; the Dominant I need ~ usually. We do have great vanilla sex as well. He's smart, caring loves animals, at times serious, he has a military background which like many of our soldiers, has left him slightly fucked up. He's made a lot of sacrifices to be with me, he cherishes me and says no one has ever loved him as much as I do.
After our third date; he jumped feet first into my life. What was important to me, became important to him and no one I have ever been with had done that so quickly. They all tip-toed around and needed time. But not Mr. Six, he was immersed in my life and I was never happier and still am.

We have an interesting marriage. It's fun, tough, really tough at times, silly, hot ~ so fucking hot. Everything is passionate with us. Our talks, our fights (yea, we're each very passionate about our own arguments), and of course our sex.

We go through ups and downs with sex, I guess everyone does, right?  Maybe it's not so much ups and downs, more like Hot/Warm/Luke Warm. Lately, we're on fire! It's like we're dating again. We spent the past weekend forgetting about laundry, dishes, dusting, vacuuming, and just fucked. Fucked all weekend long. In the shower, over the couch, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, and over and over again. It was so often that by Sunday afternoon my poor little pussy was sore... but that didn't stop us.

Something Finally Gave

I can't believe how much my life has changed - and then again I can. I knew eventually I'd get my career back, I knew I'd eventually fall in love and he'd fall in love with me, and I hoped and hoped that someday I'd get married, and then I eventually did!

The last few years of my life have been the epitome of bittersweet, but mostly sweet.
The loss of my career was just so bitter, the feelings I have for my ex bosses still linger in their bitterness - ha. The new position I took, well it had quickly made me bitter too. Yet, I wanted to stay in my field and I did, I took the job that I previously wrote about - and no it's not as horrible as I thought it would be. I'm often frustrated and I was correct in saying that there would be no upward mobility, but it seems that they are appreciative of me.

Now as for the sweetness, it has been sweeter than anything I've ever tasted. I met my soul mate, we fell madly in love, we have awesome, kinky, fun sex that keeps me on my toes, we have the best of times together and we work through the rough times together. I'm excited and happy and love to say that I'm his wife, his best friend, and quite importantly I'm also his slut.

I've missed writing, but life is crazy and to be honest I didn't have the yearning for it. Lately, I've felt it, that need, the yearning, that urge calling out to me and I hope it continues. I love writing, it's releases so much in me, airs out feelings and allows me to be honest if not only with myself but with my readers. I didn't begin this blog with the intention of having reader/followers... but slowly that built up. I appreciated every comment that I received. I truly enjoyed my readers. Throughout the time of my absence I've had some readers request that I keep writing and often told me how much they love my blog. Well, should you still be around I would be the lucky one to receive your comments/opinions, or simply a hello.  This will be the first entry of more to come.