The kids are with their other parents, and we get our time together. Our solace and sanctuary. I am getting to you after putting my boys to bed. You’ve been at school all day, and then studying. At 7:30 you get a text from me, “I’ve let this go too long my Love. Be ready for me when I get there. Either in bed or in front of the fire. Your mouth needs to be open, you should be on your knees and naked.” Your response is met with silence. You know that I will be there shortly after 8, that I always push it a bit getting to you, and you’re torn between the thrill of knowing that I feel compelled to speed to get to you faster, to have more time with you, and the worry (which comes so easily to you) at the thought of me getting in an accident on Samish. At 8 you decide on the bed. There’s laundry on the couch, and dishes in the sink and you’d rather not have those right there. Out of sight and out of mind. Distractions abound, and you’re brushing your teeth when you hear my truck in the driveway… You haven’t made it to the bath or the shower yet. The bed is almost made. The key is in the door and you’re smiling to yourself and feeling the warm glow that starts in your heart and fades down towards your clit. It’s been a long day… maybe a brief check in, a sound fucking, and then sleep? Either way you still have your pants on when I come into the room. My face is serious, and I am paused just inside the bedroom door before closing it. No cats allowed.