Often on a Sunday we will go out for breakfast, buy our respective newspapers first, he is a Times man, im Daily Mail and we sit having breakfast reading our papers, maybe mention something about an article we are reading but for the most part there is little conversation...a comfortable silence.
For some reason on this Sunday i was feeling needy in a sexual way, we had sex on waking up but i was wanting more (which is unlike me), and over breakfast i took my time observing him whilst he was absorbed in reading his paper, thoughts running through my head of what i wanted to do to him, hmm is appropriate to objectify one's Master..yeah why not..good for the goose, good for the gander.
After breakfast, in the car he suddenly pulled into a layby off the road and this is out of routine so naturally i asked what he was doing to which he replied "giving you what you want" stopped the car, undid both seatbelts, got his cock out and pushed my head down.
"that better?" he asked afterwards.
oh yes. i swear its SMS aka selective mind-reading syndrom!....hmm now lets see if it works if i think about that Gucci bag im after.
PS blogger seems to be playing up, my list of blogs i follow are not updating and refreshing the page i then get lists of posts of one particular blogger i follow, is it just me..just wandering?