I'd like to say that I'm very excited so this post follows no rhythm what so ever. I have to live with my scattered self so you can too :)
Daddy has been gone ...5 months... 6 months... I don't know. I just know it's been a long fucking time.
Today the following conversation took place
Me: Daddy time tonight?
Master: I can't but you do have some good news
Me: oh? (I was trying desperately not to get my hopes up at what it could be at this point)
Master: Daddy is probably coming home in a few months
Me: Really! As in for good?!
To which he replied that they were moving him back to where he originally was to continue running things there.
This is where I lost my shit.
He told me over an hour ago and I haven't stopped vibrating and bouncing since. I can't stop moving. I'm excited.
The minute he told me I of course went in to being deliriously happy to have him coming back home. Having his hand around my throat. His marks upon my body. His lips on mine and the possessive tone in his voice when he grabs me and pulls me close saying "I'm not done with you yet." *Shivers*
Then I realized I get cuddles, and to just be near him again. I'm like a cat watching a little bird with him, every little thing he does fascinates me. That's not to say he doesn't annoy me or make me wonder what the fuck he's doing... he certainly does. BUT! That is not the point of this post. I'm sure I'll have one of those eventually, he takes too much pride in annoying me for it to not happen.
Those were my first thoughts. My second thought was "Well fuck, I better get my ass in gear about exercising before he is close enough to hit me." Seriously, how horrible is that, that, that was my second thought!
Of course, since he told me I haven't stopped moving in an excited fashion... tapping, bouncing, wiggling, cleaning.. Just have to move so that may help out with losing weight! I told Sephi about the vibrating by the way and she told me to take the phone out of my underwears. I love that girl...she is so the other half of my split personality.