In the name of science...

Morning.
Sitting in bed, drinking coffee.
It's still dark outside.

The lamp by my bed is on, the radio too.
The world is shrunk to a pool of light.

He asks for a foot so that he can rub it for me.
I get the feeling that he is apologising...

Too weird, too weird, I think.
Why do I feel this way?

"Because of the way you dropped your hand on the bed last night"
He says...

"What"...??

"I felt as if you had wanted something"

"Really, I think that was me falling asleep"

"OK I feel bad that we didn't *do sex* last night while the house was empty"

"Oh...you need a plan then, you need to have a set of things we can do that will take half an hour" I say.

Do I need to say...it's such a pain not letting myself make the first move and now I'm being over logical in an attempt to make sure that things happen.

Submissive isn't passive, it is reactive.
But there has to be something to react to...


If he keeps handing over his power to me nothing will happen because I refuse point blank to pick it up! 


I don't get angry, I get logical...

He is pulling the duvet out of the way, pulling down his shorts.

A hand around the back of my neck and now my face is against his cock.

At first I'm content to just breathe on him, but then I start to feel him with my lips. I stroke his balls with my hand. Soon only my tongue is sensitive enough for this and I start to wonder how far I should go. How much pleasure is enough, when does it reach a threshold point?

Actually I wonder why he doesn't just cum when he wants.
Is this another fragment of *the problem*...or a bit of the having to be better than my previous 'Sir'?

There isn't time to think, or ask him questions about this...time to get dressed.