The weight of…
February 26, 2009
Tonight while washing dishes I had to chuckle out loud at the direction my thoughts were taking.
Last weekend I dug out various DVDs, among them some of my Sex And The City collection. One of my favorite episodes is The Big Journey.
At the beginning, Carrie states that it’s been too long…
“I need to feel the weight of a man on me…”
The girls, ever helpful, advise that if all she wants is sex, they are in a restaurant full of men most likely willing to help.
My dilemma is a little different, but just as pressing. It’s not just the weight of a man that I long to feel, but the weight of his hand… on very specific places…
Maybe a little bit harder to find in your average restaurant?
March 12, 2009 at 2:55 am
Hi there,
Sorry I’ve been away for so long! I’m sure I have much reading to catch up here, as elsewhere. I’m going to have to take a few vacation days at some point to get completely up to speed on what everyone has been up to.
This post was a few weeks ago, so perhaps you have felt the weight of a hand since then, but even so, know that I whole-heartedly understand and sympathize! Coming back to blogging has helped. I know sometimes that being around the thing that one craves can only make the longing more severe, but somehow it has comforted me, if only in that it has affirmed my God-given right to a bright red bottom.
I hope a firm but loving hand finds you soon, if it has not done so already.
~Abby
March 12, 2009 at 3:05 am
Abby! Welcome back!!!
Sadly, no; I have yet to feel the weight of a loving but firm hand, hopefully attached to a handsome male…
Well, still hoping and trying. Glad to see you back; I’ve really missed your blog.