Mac has been gone since Tuesday morning. I have spoken to Him once on the phone. He is sleeping less than 6 hours a night. He has a cold and told me that for at least 2 hours of yesterday He thought He was clinically dead. (It's a COLD, you big girls blouse!!!)

So wild and extremely pornographic sex, though much desired, is not happening here right now. It is simple safe boring self-gratification time. Thank god I have batteries. I can't even say that my fantasies have been unusual. They are just your regular bondage type fantasies where the Male involved says the regular things like:

You want this, bitch, don't you?

You need it.

You need to be fucked like a little whore.

You like my come, don't you?

You want my come deep inside you.

Take my come, slut.

Take my come, bitch.

Take my come, whore.

And of course I answer with 'Yes Sir. Please Sir? Oh god yes, Sir.'

I love the word Sir, and the word Master. I find them such powerfully strong words. Mac and I hardly ever use them, but when we do, the sex is always messy, noisy and hard and I kind of like it like that. Right now, my imagination is as rough as it gets, but He will be back either today or tomorrow and when He is I want to fuck until we just can't take anymore.

So, please Sir, come home and fuck me witless? I have been so patient and I haven't even whined.

I promise to do anything You ask.

Please Sir come home? Please Sir?

Please?