Mac didn't come home last night. He called me at 11pm to tell me that He still had some work to do. He told me to go to bed. I asked Him what time He would be in but He said He didn't know, He said there was a lot of stuff going on at the office and they were working on another countries time zone. I understood. Sometimes it happens this way. I asked if He would get to sleep in, (I am His alarm clock, if I don't wake Him, nothing will) He said He had to be up early as there would still be things to do. I told Him to sleep at the office. It would mean He could get an extra hour or two of sleep. He could come home to me when everything had died down. I wasn't going anywhere.

He sounded just a little relieved. He knows I hate to sleep alone. He knows that He has hardly been home. He knows that His busy times take a toll on me too. But He has been so generous and loving, so open with His affection towards me, that I can't claim to feel abandoned and I couldn't deny Him the extra hours sleep. We said our goodnights and a few other things that I wont repeat because it would just make Him blush.

I did a few things that I had left to do and I went and climbed into bed. Alone. Only, Mac was there. Not physically, of course, but I could smell Him on His pillow. I could smell Him in the sheets. I could close my eyes and feel His body next to mine. I wanted to sleep but His smell and my imagination and my ovulation were not going to let me.

I sighed and rolled over to reach the bottom drawer and pulled out my favourite. I switched it on. Nothing. I turned it off and back on again really fast because you just know that is going to make it work. Surprisingly, still nothing. I rummaged around the drawer because I always have spare batteries in there. I found and empty packet and had a vague memory of taking the last two batteries out and making a mental note to buy more.

'Bugger.' I said.

Now I know there were other toys and I know there are other ways but but but, it's not the same as my favourite. The orgasms are different. I don't know why it works the way it does, but I like it and I wanted it and nothing else was going to do.

I checked for toys that may have compatible batteries. Nothing. I checked for batteries in other rooms. I checked other appliances. I checked every single drawer in the place INCLUDING those in the room-I-shall-not-enter-on-the-pain-of-death. (I swear I didn't move anything in Your study, Babe. I just opened the drawers to look for batteries.) Nada. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. There was not a single charged compatible battery in the house. And I needed two.

I climbed back into bed and threw the favourite back into the drawer in disgust. I looked at the emptiness in the bed beside me in disgust. I felt the tingle of desire in my groin and I sighed. I used my fingers to take the edge off the need so that I could fall asleep.

I woke up this morning still on my own. Mac hasn't been home yet. I think if I knew what time He was going to show up I would duck out and get batteries, but I am not going to go out and risk missing Him. As much as I want the favourite more than I want the other toys, Mac has something that is even more desirable than that.

Him.

The crisis at work just has to finish soon. There are things at home that He has to attend to. I am a very patient girl, but right now, I need.

At the very least, bring me batteries. Please?