#his time

(do not reblog)

I receive his text 2 minutes. I turn off the TV. I kneel on the floor facing towards the open space and stretch my hands forward on the floor until my forehead is down and my hips high. I settle, and breathe, feeling the carpet against my knees, arms and hands, forehead. I breathe, feeling the air cool on my skin, exposed wet slit, and throb of the anal plug gently pulsing. I have been so excited to see him all day. I want to spring up from the floor and wrap my arms around him.  But I know... obedience is always well rewarded.... I breathe, as the first goosebumps rise on my back, I hear the keypad beep and he approaches. I breathe, as my heart thumps deep in my chest, excited to see him and be his everything, tonight. 

He closes the door, somewhat loudly, I can almost picture the smile on his face at seeing me flinch. I breathe and listen, trying to be still and patient. He moves into the room, places his keys and belongings on the dining table. He moves to the bedroom, I can hear his footsteps throughout the house.  returning and he plugs something into the wall... the wand. He takes a photo, I hear the click. He grins and gives one of his warm chuckles... I could get use to coming home to this!

He removes his clothing, slowly as I wait, listening, head down, eyes closed, trying not to wiggle the excitement out of my body. I hear his shoes, his belt jingle, the zipper on his jeans, his shirt.... and I even hear him sit...

Silence.....

Why won't he come closer?....

He is watching....

silently........

oh please don't make me wait much longer........

stillness.......

I try to quiet my mind.........

he knows..............

I breathe deeply..............

and slowly..................

he watches.................

he waits................

I feel the excitement dissipate some and my body relaxes.................

I still..........