it is a new year.
IT IS A NEW YEAR!!
:)
I am a happy Sir today, as I so often am, thinking of my girl.
Last night the thought of my pretty slut mixing me a martini, clad scantily (scantily....onomatopoeia at its finest) and enduring my sexual comments as she poured, dispensed, shook (no stirring) and tested my drink.....made me very hard.

She learned early that making me smile, and having me hard, is by default making me happy. And so last night I was happy like I am right now.

The sweetness of her demeanor when she has prepared so well for me.....is noted, etched, branded....each time into my mind. She is happy. She is peaceful. She is excited. She is proud. She is so fucking hot. She does not always feel that part but it makes it no less real as she attends.

I love you girl.
I love you.
I love you.

Sweetness.
I will have my girl prepare for me this week, less than two days away.
She will prepare sweetly, attend to my detailed instructions.
Attend. (yes, tangents galore this new year) What a powerful and sensual word. Attend. She does.
I wish to see and feel her sweetness.
I will give her sweetness.

My pretty slut.
I am smiling wide.

your Sir