Both the Husband and the Wild Thing are out of town this week. I miss them. But…
I am somewhat surprised at how much I am enjoying my “me” time. I have always been a solitary creature. I’m quite comfortable with being alone and entertaining myself. But it’s been so long since I’ve been alone that I had forgotten how much I need these days on my own to recharge. I am reveling in my solitary days.
I don’t want it to go on forever. I also miss their company. I miss being able to reach out and stroke their skin. I miss how our various bodies fit together when we are snuggling. I miss the way our bodies fit together for sex. And, of course, I miss hearing and seeing and feeling their reactions when I tease and torture them.
But today… today I am celebrating my solitude!