I was feeling rather frisky last night, needing to please. The cravings have been strong, always seem to get that way when the stress level goes up. It was 11:30 pm and I couldn't bear it anymore. I drove the distance from my house to his house. He never knows when I might pop in like this, chances are he was in bed. During the drive there, my body was responding to the thought of what was ahead; the release I would feel, the warmth of our bodies, I drove a little faster. I let myself in and was greeted by the kitties. They were happy to see me and I spent a little time giving them some love. The house was dark except from the light over the kitchen sink. I didn't need the light as I knew that house in complete darkness. As I walked down the hallway to the bedroom, I began peeling off what I was wearing, not much really as I knew when I put them on that I wouldn't be keeping them on very long; sweats and a sweatshirt, no bra, no panties. I saw him lying in bed facing the door. His breathing told me that he was sleeping. I didn't say anything, there was no need to. I walked around to the other side of the bed and slid between the sheets. Oh it felt so warm under there as I slid over to spoon him, laid my head on his back and my arm draped down his leg. He stirred a little but not fully waking, One of the cats came in and walked up the side of me from calf to chest, checking out what I was doing. Nothing yet kitty, go away now so I can. It felt great to lay there with him. I always feel safe with him and I can feel the stress beginning to leave my body. Thoughts of all that I still needed to do and all the appointments to be made flew out of my mind as I snuggled closer, feeling my way around his body. The scent of him was intoxicating as I slid under the blankets to my destination. He was stirring more now and rolled over on his back, mumbled something about feeling good. They were the only words spoken as our bodies did the rest of the "talking."
