nothing at all makes my cunt wetter than the morning after.
I always get up before Sir. It’s just the way I am. The dogs taken care of and I crawl back into bed. Laying there in his arms.
Every night together is special, but the mornings after an event even more so. It’s the connection, knowing that the kinky adventures add to us. Even in times of doubt, Sir lets me know that I’m his, cared for, safe and cherished.
The more my good slave, slut and whore grows, the more magical it is to wake up to his warm cuddles.
It’s home. It’s acceptance. It’s us knowing no matter the actions we are still with each other. I am still his.