I was lucky enough to get to spend the entire long weekend with the Man in my life (it was a long weekend here in AU due to Anzac Day). He met me after work on Thursday and then came into work with me this morning.

It was a good weekend; he even made me Laksa (which was super yummy) for dinner. He’s probably cooked more for me in the time that I have known him than any of my other exes (it’s two months today, by the way!). I made him breakfast in bed two mornings (it was so nice to wake him up with a tray, with warm soup, toast, a freshly baked muffin and milk), cooked him dinner two nights, and did his washing and stuff, baked him muffins, and caramel slice. It was nice to be able to do domestic type things for him. He says I’m beautiful when I’m being domestic.

We messed around a lot, I’m sporting a very nice bite mark on my shoulder, totally my favourite type of mark, and a big bruise on my leg - we where play fighting because I was being a defiant brat (he likes that sometimes, I guess he enjoys the challenege) from falling off of the couch, and whacking my leg on the coffee table. I should be more careful. Needless to say, after a whole bunch of hair pulling, arm twisting, and me struggling, he made me utter the words “You win”, then not satisfied that my housemate heard me, say it again louder. I was so unimpressed, and kept pushing it, and he threatened to take me over his knee infront of my housemate for a spanking! The good thing is that the deep scratches down my back are healing well, and with any luck, my back will be better by next weekend!

He tried to fist me, now, I’m a small girl, and I made it so much further than the last time that we tried, I was almost there (though, of course had no idea just how close!), when I couldn’t take it anymore, he pushed me a little further, and I honestly think that next time I’ll be able to do it. He pushed me a lot this weekend, he made me cum *thinks* God, it would have to have been over a dozen times over the space of the weekend, and I remember during one session, he asked me if I could go again, to which, I whimpered “no”, and he said, well, I think you can. Of course, I did, and it was, as it always is, amazing.

We played a board game, and went to look at a costume shop. I found so many awesome things that I must have! New boots, cool skirts, lots of fishnet, and other beautiful things that I’m sure he would love to see me in. I was so pleased with how impressed he was with my outfit for Saturday night, I made such an effort to get involved in the game, and not sit quietly by his side the entire time, and he must have told me that he thought I was beautiful, and loved seeing me in my costume at least 4 or 5 times. Needless to say, I was on cloud nine, and let me tell you, a real, direct compliment from him, is something to behold.

He said that my ass gets next weekend off to recover (it took quite a pounding, as I’m sure you can image over the long weekend), here’s hoping he doesn’t mean the entire weekend off, I’m not sure how I’d feel about not being marked his way for two entire weeks (I know it’s not long, but I’m sure it would feel like forever). He did something that totally scared the crap out of me this weekend, we where having sex (as we tend to do :P) and I was on all fours (as I often am!) and he took me from behind, but, the trick is, that he somehow managed to put a condom on without making a single noise. There was more than a few moments there in which I was imagining the trip to the chemist for the morning after pill. I should have more faith – He did always say he wouldn’t do that – But you never can be to sure.

Today I’m feeling a bit off of my game, I’m kind of sore, I have a bit of a sore throat, a sore wrist, my back aches, and I’m generally just feeling pretty sorry for myself. Monday’s are always like that. It’s a Monday thing. I spend all weekend being loved and adored (even when it hurts, heh), and then Monday I have to face a week of limited, to no contact. To put that into some kind of perspective (though, in this case, it is of course not punishment, really just life), I’d rather be spanked till I was black and blue, cut burnt, made to kneel on rice, anything at all, other than being ignored. Being ignored  by someone I care about, love, look up to, and adore, is my idea of being stuck in hell.

So, I got home, and I worked out why I was feeling so average today! I am clearly getting some kind of nasty cold or flu.