A nice weekend

Newcomer arrived at about 10:30am yesterday. We spent the day and night together just enjoying ourselves. He left me a bit tired, and very much worn out. I can't deny that he does have a magic touch. He left around noon and I picked up my day where I left when he arrived.

I'm almost always a bit blue when left alone. This time, however, I found that I was quite happy being left to my own devices. I spent the rest of my afternoon shopping for items I will need to make homemade jam, pickles and ice cream. Please, don't read into the combination of the last two... Pure coincidence and I never eat the two together. I rather enjoy cooking and nothing pleases me more than to open my cupboards and find homemade versions of my favorite foods. I am, after all, a domestic goddess! If you picture Martha Stewart in combat boots, you'd be close. Without the millions of dollars, of course. If I had her estate and money, what kind of a dungeon could I build.....*snap* back to reality!

I have found that I adore my alone-time, but hate an empty bed. Newcomer is a wonderful sleep mate. He doesn't snore, he "sighs". When his burning metabolism is making him warm to the touch he stays out in the cool air for a while, eventually slipping under the covers and snuggling next to my warm body to compensate. I found myself smiling in the darkness of 2am. And, since he woke me with the coolness of his skin, I attended to his ever-present hard on. I find that I am quite comfortable with him and we are definitely compatible physically. Whatever may happen in the future, he is someone with whom I will stay friends.

Miss D sent me a message yesterday that she had a good time with me Friday night. Apparently our session inspired some hot sex with her sub husband after I left. Saratoga was kind enough to hit the nail right on the head for me when he posted in my comments that the wife essentially is "complaining about something she seems to not only tolerate, but evidently enjoy". I could not have said it better. I will let my feelings on that situation unfold on their own. I doubt I will actively pursue anything, but I may entertain the idea of playing every once in a while. Every experience teaches us something; nothing is wasted. If you keep to that belief, you are never disappointed.

And so the weekend ends. I have a few more days off, so I am essentially still on a weekend. It's not as interesting without someone to share it with. I may very well get to making my pickles and jam. The ice cream is already underway. The next couple of days should find me contemplating finding what I need in my life. I must devote some energy to finding a partner as well as prepare to make some very large investments. It promises to be an interesting year...