Rebecca @ MindSay 
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"She stepped from the shower and stood between him and the open door so he would block the cooler air from their bedroom.He'd taken her twice in the night, kept her bound and she settled into her spot spooned next to him and slept soundly. He had removed her cuffs and collar this morning, and ran the shower. He bathed her carefully and she parted her legs for his soapy smooth caresses, sat and drew her legs up as the water ran over her so he could shave her cunt smooth . . . She offered to share the shower with him and received only a kiss and his hands washing her.
He dried her with a large towel, wrapped her in his robe and said he would have coffee when she came. Released now, she tore herself between her privacy and having him apart from her. She had no instructions to wear anything, nothing at all. She finished, slid the robe over her shoulders and examined her breasts, then went quickly into join him.
It was late but breakfast would hit the spot. She sat, reached for their coffee cup, still steaming from a refill and sipped as he served her poached eggs, hot croissant and baguettes with prosciutto, cheese . . . juice . . . and she took large drinks of his milk, leaving practically nothing. She was famished once she started to eat and smiled with her mouth full of bread and butter and milk as she looked up to see him watching her.
He slid his arms around her waist under her robe, nudged her damp hair away from her neck and held her for long time. He whispered about their night before and she giggled and felt the soreness between her legs, missed her cuffs and put her fingertips to her neck feeling for her collar, and as he caressed her 'full tummy' she thought how lovely going back to bed and sleeping would be . . . He sent her to pack for the weekend . . . the essentials for sailing . . .
She finished packing and dressed modestly in jeans, heavy sweater and her boots. He had not laid out her nipple clips or the toys he sometimes enjoyed using when they left the house. She checked her make up, added a favorite scent, put the bags in the back seat of their truck and he opened the door for her . . . she checked her purse for their iPod . . . she adjusted the seat and let her mind re-live the night before, and how he consumed her . . .
. . . two stops, Trader Joes and Pavillions, food and wine . . . she wanted coffee and he must have saw her turn her head when they passed Starbucks . . . she giggled as she reached across him for the coffee and last-minute brownies he ordered . . .extra icing and nuts . . .
. . . coffee, chocolate with extra icing and nuts . . . happy tummy and happy pet . . .
She looked at the sky as they pulled up to the slip . . . stepping out of the truck cab she sensed the wind and air pressure, and looked along her lines, then upward to the top of her masts . . . "a sweet sloop with manners" . . . the previous owner had said describing the 20 meter boat . . . The first thing was to give the boat a name . . . "The Pearl Necklace" . . . named after the night she became his. The pearl choker he fitted her with as she gave herself to his pleasure, fitted the sloop as well. Both cherished and cared for, both built for pleasure . . . she laughed again at "good manners" and wondered if he'd agree . . .
She held her hand out for the keys to the truck and sent him to inspect his other woman. She loaded the galley, secured and covered the truck and was handy for a kiss and hot hot coffee by the time he'd made ready. He showed her the list she'd made for him, sipped coffee and sat her close . . . she went over their checklist and the charts . . . he listened, gave her his opinions and she approved the plan . . .
He had been new to sailing but his passion was as strong as hers . . . she could please him with her body . . . or her heart . . . but sharing another passion with him, pleasing him with her knowledge . . . enslaved her all the more . . . She refilled the coffee and made him a sweet sweet promise . . . once they were on the water . . . out in the open . . .
She slipped out of her jeans into something warm, nothing underneath, tied her hair back, through the loop of the ballcap . . . fitted her pearl choker around her neck, and joined him quietly as they made way out of the marina . .
. . . She took the helm as they set sail . . . he came behind and slid his hands around her waist and down her legs . . . squealing as her thighs and hips warmed his cold hands . . . and she made her promise again . . .
so anyway..im completly aware that i havnt written a blog in awile...simply because blogs are lame:)(joking)(not really)
but ive realised i love rebecca more then anything and i didnt realise it
i mean more then anything ever....this term is used alot but i really mean it...it used to be blink 182 then like an atom away was rebecca...i know its pretty stupid to like a band more then anything but they have like been with me since i was 7...i can relate to all there songs...even voyeur...and im so much like tom its crazy..not because hes cool and good looking...which he certainly is...but i used to feel like he was the only person who could understand...and he didnt know me....strange?im aware.
but then i found the great rebecca who loves me and i love her and its great
and even though she thinjks im a freak she stil loves me:)
k so we will fast forward to febuary 15th
her letter finally came:D
so i went up stairs to place this card in my safe
ladies and gentlemen this safe is only used for my blink stuff...all of it...even the original flyswatter demo tape(be jealous!)
so i get upstairs open my safe and place the card..more of a box...in my safe..i go to close it and/...it wont close :O
thats right it wouldnt close
so it came down to blink 182 V.S. Rebecca...dum dum di dum!!!!!!
so ofcoarse i took her card out so my blink stuff could rest in peace:)
JOKING!
i decided to take out some blink stuff for my sweethearts card...which by the way smelt like an orgasm:D
and there you have it
i love rebecca more then anything in the world
the end
X
Daddy: "You like me all the time?"
Momma: "Yes!"
Daddy: "You are a damn liar!!"
"Go on and put your face in the chilli!!" -- Stoner
(LSU's football team was losing badly)
*to Daddy* "Stop laughing, Joe. It's not funny." -- Momma, an LSU graduate
"Is the lemon fairy going to come and smack your ass with a toothpick?" -- Ian
Daddy: "That'll give you some food for thought."
Little Josh: "Just don't eat too much thought."
Rebecca: "What are you going to give my boyfriend?"
Big Brother Josh: "A disease!"
Momma: "Well, maybe if you had prayed to Saint Anthony, he would have helped you find your watch."
Daddy: "That's right, Gretchen! I prayed to the motorcycle saint, and now I'm getting a motorcycle!!"
*laughs her ass off*
I swear, I think my Daddy is the biggest smartass on the face of the planet. :p
Well, I'm going to go try and make food magically appear before me.
Until next time,
TheFallenAngel
My random quote of the day, courtesy of Rob and Rebecca. Quite possibly the funniest couple I've ever seen in my life. Here's a hilarious conversation they had today:
Rebecca: "Honey, your...things..there..on your hand--"
Rob: "Those would be called fingers, dear."
Rebecca: "Yeah, those. They tasted like metal just now."
Rob: "Well, that's probably because I've been handling coins all day."
Rebecca: "Are you sure you're not made of metal? You know, if you're made of metal, you'll have metal children. And then magnets would stick to them."
Rob: ".....Rebecca, stop talking."
Wow. Just beautiful.
In other news: For a limited time only, I have posted a picture of myself in my network profile. It won't be there long, so enjoy it while you can. lol
Well, that's all I have to say for now. I'm off to Ian's. I'll see you guys later. =)
Until next time,
TheFallenAngel
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