So.. I’m still alive.
I felt like a Tumblr hiatus, and I guess it will continue for a little while longer. My focus has sort of shifted as of late, now I spend my time at the gym, and at fitocracy. And also some time (but not enough) with the man.

The man is fantastic, he is dominant enough (and I think he’ll get a bit worse), but we haven’t had sex yet. Just kissing and a hell of a lot of hands, if you will excuse the language.

There are issues, of course, but they are of a more practical nature.

So I guess the short update is I’m happy (oh, and also, thin!).

I am, I well and truly am.

The fucking man, yes, still that man, is in my head. I want him to be in some other part of me. He, however, has decided that we shouldn’t sleep together or even kiss (CRUEL!) if we are not together…

He’s coming here in about three weeks and it scares me half to death, but at the same time I can’t wait. I am afraid, not of him, but of his manliness. He is almost ridiculously big and muscly and strong, and it makes me feel tiny. Tiny and helpless.

This latest thing we have has been of him christening my new bathroom with me, more specifically the shower. He thinks we could shower together without him fucking me, but I’m not so sure. On the other hand he is the one with the rules, and if he breaks them I guess it’s his problem. But the thought of him naked under my soapy hands…. Tumblr, it’s enough to make me lose my reason completely.

Mostly though, I just want to curl up in his lap like a little girl. And that, I’m told, is allowed :)