We got to play fast, hard this morning. I mean, it was probably two hours between everything that we had to get done, but it was good. Hard, heavy. I have stuff written all over me but I haven’t looked yet to see what.
We were busy busy busy all afternoon. All in a good way, but we are heading into busy season and it is starting to show.
We are having friends over tomorrow and I’ve got all kinds of good food on the menu. I think the house has been “clean” for two weeks or something now. (I mean, as clean as a house that is used like a barn can really ever be.) Still, it’s nice to be able to have someone just drop by and be able to show them puppies without having to worry. (Sybian inserts are just too noticeable!)
I was going to soak in the tub tonight, but I’m too tired. Maybe in the morning.
I’m itching to start planting seeds. I need to play in the dirt, soon.
I can tell he’s trying to juggle the million things that need to be done with our need to play, to stay connected, to live our kinky life. I’m trying to help.
It doesn’t help that he tells me it’s my job to make him want to play with me, to always want to be played with. Not a lot of farming will get done that way!
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