I sent an email to Mac while He was at work. It was after we had sex in the morning and it was meant to let Him know I was thinking about Him. I wanted Him to know that I couldn't get close enough to Him. Even if He had still been at home, I would not have been able to get close enough to Him. This is what I wrote...

Mmmm, I am imagining Your cock buried deep in my cunt, inside my cunt, balls deep. I can feel Your chest hair tickling my breasts, grazing my nipples as You move on me. I can feel Your balls pressing against me. I can feel how slippery and wet I am, how hot, how slick Your cock is as it slides in and out of me. I can feel Your breath on my neck, Your eyes so deeply blue watching me. I have my fingers in Your hair and You have my face in Your hands. Your mouth is open. My mouth is open and as Your cock pushes into my You lick my mouth and I grunt and hold my tongue out for You to suck and You suck it and I grunt again. You lick her mouth again. I know Your balls are full because we have been doing this for 15 minutes, 20 minutes and with every lick, with every thrust, with every squeeze of my cunt and suck of my tongue, You have to hold back. The pleasure is constricting Your throat. It is almost painful because it feels so good. Almost. You know that when You finally allow Yourself to come it will feel like I have somehow sucked the spunk from deep inside Your balls, all the way out of Your cock. I have dragged it out of You and into me. And when I come it feels like my uterus has exploded inside me. I don't want to let You go. I want You to stay inside me, on top of me, Your head resting on my chest while You catch Your breath. I like to feel You over me, crushing me, it makes me feel small, helpless, female. My cunt keeps squeezing at Your cock. I can't help it, or stop it and even if I could, I wouldn't. I can hardly catch my breath and I want You again. I need You again. I smell like sex, like Your spunk, like my spunk, and I need You again.

Mmmmm.


His response was to call me and say 'Why did you send me an empty email? Is everything ok?'

Sighs.

Technology is so wonderful when it works.

But boy it sucks when it doesn't.

It has been a very normal couple of weeks here at the McBroden's house. We wake, we eat, we play, we work, we love and we sleep. Mac has been overseas to a number of different countries and come home to us again. There has been no drama, no stress and no intensity. We have been completely average.

It is kind of disappointing really, but I guess that is the way life goes. We ebb and flow. When we are intensely in love, our lives are full of ups and down, our emotions are at extremes. This makes the good times unbelievably good and the bad time...well, really bad. When we are just loving each other without the intensity, nothing is brilliant and nothing is devastating. I always think we need these times to recharge because living in that intense world all the time is exhausting, but I also always worry that we will not get those intense times back again. Maybe this time it is the beginning of us being average and we will never be that special us again. Mac doesn't worry about it though. He believes that it will always be back.

So right now, I submit and it is hardly noticed by either of us. We fuck and it is a purely physical thing. We have conversations that make me miss the intensity, conversations about rugby, about what happened at work, about the bad service at hotels. We are just like any other couple. We are average.

I want to make it intense again.

Remember a while back I mentioned that Mac was taking me away for the first weekend in May? Well, we are home from it now. It was exactly what we both needed. It was two days of sexual indulgence, submitting, and love. Lots and lots of loving. We really honestly did nothing that involved the area we were in. We didn't go walking, we didn't see the sights, we just stayed together and gave each other some much needed time. We had no computers, no television, just a huge spa bath and a big four poster bed. We both had our phones of course, but they were only used to speak to the children when we or they needed it. Other than that, we were totally alone.

He didn't keep me naked the whole time, but I dressed to please Him, lacy underwear, short skirt, lots of cleavage, things I know push all the right buttons in Him. He took me at will, either dragging my mouth to His cock, or pushing me over the edge of the bed and forcing His way into me, or just turning me to my back and entering me without fuss. I teased Him by rubbing my breasts, or my bottom against Him. He refused to be seduced or cajoled into fucking me until He was ready to.

At one point, on Saturday night, when I was sitting on the floor between His legs looking up at Him while licking the head of His cock, He said 'You like that don't you?'
I was in a mischievous mood. 'Are You complaining?' I asked. 'I could stop.'
'No.' He said.
'Good.' I said. 'Suck it up, bitch.' And I giggled.
He shook His head and chuckled at me while lightly slapping my breast, and then He grabbed my hair and dragged me down onto His cock. I was choking and giggling and He was still chuckling at me. It took us a minute or so to get serious again.
Then when we were coming home on Sunday, when Mac sighed about the traffic, I looked at Him and said 'Suck it up, bitch.' And we both started to laugh. I think I may use it as a tension breaker for a while to come.

The submission part was good too. I got to kneel, I got to serve Him, I got to just be submissive for those two days. Now I am home and I am happy to be home. I wouldn't change this at all, not for a second. Home is where I belong. I love everything about our home, but being able to let go, for just those two days, I feel like I have been rebooted.

It was good, so good, but I don't think I will need it again for a while.

But when I do, it is nice to know it can work for us both.