Crawling Back to You

The quick little beach get away was wonderful.  It's so relaxing putting your feet in the sand and looking out over a beautiful sea of emerald green waves, but my favorite is just walking on the beach. I'm not a get-in-the-water kind of person though, especially this time of year...just too darn cold.  But I do love to be there.  It's just soothing to the soul. 

But yesterday, it was time to come home and Heron and I were definitely ready.  We had plenty of good times and great food and of course the kids wanted to stay longer.  But after several days of being with them 24/7, we were ready to resume some normalcy.

With everyone worn out, the ride home was extremely quiet.  The kids plugged into their music and we just enjoyed the peace.  Heron did make a point of reminding me that now He is feeling better, I do have a punishment awaiting for the missed chores several weeks back and a few other miscellaneous things.  So, I mulled over that for a while.  I don't quite know when or what to expect it but I assume it will be before the weekend is over.  The waiting in and of itself is quite painful in my opinion.  

We got home pretty close to bed time so we unloaded the car, spent some time playing with the dogs who are always super excited that we have returned.  Finally, we were alone and He was already lying down waiting when I climbed in on my side of the bed. 

There was no doubt He expected to use my mouth so without a moment's hesitation, I crawled across the bed to His side and eagerly took my place between His legs, worshipping and sucking until He found His release.   

I love traveling but there is nothing like returning to your own home, your own bed, and all that is familiar.