Sir is in the shower.
I am waiting, naked, kneeling.
Eyes cast downward.
My knees are aching, but I am in the zone and barely register that pain.
I hear Him step out.
“How is your pussy?”
“What did you say?”
“Lonely?! Why don’t you try a different word? Hungry, maybe. Or aching.”
I must say, I’m a little confused. I thought lonely was a good answer, one He might enjoy, even. Before I can spin off with doubt, Sir continues:
“Your pussy isn’t lonely. You can never be lonely when you are kneeling for me. I am with you when you kneel, every single part of you. You are not lonely. Do you understand?”
“Now, how is your pussy?”
Chin tilted up, eyes meet, lips connect.
I am smitten.
I lose myself in Him, in being His.
Ready is an understatement.