Busy days

Life is busy! During the last three weeks I managed a business trip to Copenhagen, attending two parties including my own birthday party (I didn’t have to prepare anything, just show up… hurray!) , having friends over for visit one weekend, and still I’ve been working more than 50 hours a week. I’ve been in heavy negotiations with one of our biggest vendors. They pretty much asked me to bend over and get fucked. I don’t mind getting fucked, but I am supposed to decide how and when and the service level! But last Friday we finally agreed, I got the last word, and it felt just like an orgasm! This is why I like my job, although it can be busy and stressful at times.

Almost every evening when I arrived at home during this busy period, I’ve been thinking about my sub, how I would have wanted him on his knees in front of me, licking the floor and my shoes… It would be so nice having him here just for my pleasure, knowing that I could do whatever I liked to him… or just let him wait for it until another time, another day.

I must have been more tired than I realized, because this morning I got out of bed and then I passed out. I was on my way to the bathroom, but I stepped into the kitchen to give my husband a kiss since he was making us breakfast. I felt dizzy and I was thinking that maybe I got up from bed too quickly and that I should lie down again for a while. And the next thing I remember is that I’m naked on the kitchen floor with my my husband and our kitten around me.

There are so many ways to relax. To laugh is one way. Going to the gym for a hard work-out is another. Hot bath. Sauna. Massage. And of course orgasms. (I had an intense one of those before I got up this morning). And sometimes in fact, crying might help! (Which I also sometimes do after orgasms, but only the really good ones… and which I also did this morning). But I also felt very relaxed and even happy after I woke up on the kitchen floor, in my husband’s arm and our kitten sitting on my shoulder purring. And then for a moment my memories went back to Copenhagen again… I promise you, this will be the last time I mention it!

I remembered the last day at the hotel, before we checked out. He showed me how I could tie a rope around his neck and pull it so it would stop the blood flow. He sat on the edge of the bed, and I was in the bed right behind his back, pulling the rope. When blood flow to the brain is cut off, it only takes about five seconds before you lose consciousness. He passed out, and I could suddenly feel the dead weight of his strong body leaning against me, totally helpless in my arms.

When I was younger (in my 20ies) I often dreamt about the moment of death, how it would be like to watch a strong, handsome body turn from a living thing to dead meat, how the light would fade from his eyes, and the powerful feeling of controlling life and death. The inconvenient thing about killing men you’re attracted to, is that you can only do it once. And of course there are other complications as well. But as I sat there in bed with him leaning against me, the feeling from my dreams came back. And this wasn’t even a dream! And I could wake him up again and do it over and over. First time it happened, I actually felt a bit lonely in that large junior suite, alone with just an unconscious body to keep me company. But every time he woke up, he had the most wonderful smile on his face!

I can imagine that I woke up on the kitchen floor with a similar expression. The first thing I saw was the worried face of my husband, but he calmed down pretty fast:

- Hey, are you okay?

- Yeah, I think I’m just a bit exhausted and hungry

- Oh, I thought for a while that you was horny and would go down on me, but I thought that was a strange way to kneel

- But you have a naked woman on your kitchen floor, can’t be the worst way to start a weekend!