Dates Have Been Set

It's amazing how much changes in a week, and how a little PMS can throw a wrench in things.  Long story short, I was wrong (and overly sensitive.)  H does and always has wanted me to move in. Its just the way I interpreted what she said while I was in super cranky mode. I'm glad we discussed it and I'm glad everything is settled. Move in date is my birthday, 6/25.  So I have a couple weeks to pack the essentials and find new homes for them there.  They have cleaned out drawers and moved furniture around in preparation. This is going to happen, holy crap.

In other news...H went to her monthly writers meeting and the guest speaker was a rather famous publisher of erotica.  It's a booming business and she's looking for more, especially if it has a BDSM twist. H started a short story Saturday and finished it Sunday. Her writer friends are critiquing it now. I started one today, the first section is below.  Fair warning, I am not a writer and this probably sucks, please don't tell all my past English teachers about the grammar. Feel free to tell me how hard it sucks but keep in mind it was written over about 20 minutes during my lunch break. Or if you'd like to read more, mention that too...

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Whatever Wednesday

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!! 

Emily woke up but refused to open her eyes as she fumbled for her cell. It couldn't be time to wake up yet, didn't they just get into bed? She felt Jake roll towards her. He snuggled close and wrapped one strong arm around her. Damn, that meant it really was morning.  "Make it stop", he mumbled against the back of her neck before he nibbled and kissed it. A small shiver went down her spine, she loved it when he did that.  Emily gave up and opened one eye, fumbling around for the phone wasn't working. The beeping stopped and she sighed. 

"I hate mornings." She said to the room in general.  Jake nuzzled her neck again and pressed himself more firmly against her. She felt  his erection against her back and giggled. Maybe she didn't hate mornings. 
"What's the giggle for?" He asked. She reached back and grabbed his cock. "And why is that funny?" He asked semi-seriously while pulling away. "I really don't have any control over it." 

Emily rolled over to face him. "I know, it's just fun to wake up to. Sort of like waking up to a round of applause." She reached for it again but he grabbed her wrist stopping her. 

"Do you remember what today is?" Jake asked his face and tone serious. 

Emily sighed and pulled her wrist out of his grasp. Crap, she wasn't awake enough for guessing games.  What day was it anyway?

"Really, Em? We just had this long talk about adding spice to our lives Sunday night. It was your idea.

"Oh, wait we're actually following though with that?" Emily giggled again, nervously this time. She'd been feeling moody and restless on Sunday. They were in a rut and she wanted out of it. Oddly enough he had agreed with her and asked what she wanted to do about it. Her response had been "I don't know." Luckily he had an idea. He wanted one night a week to do whatever he wanted with her. She had hesitated for a moment. Before they were a couple Jake had enjoyed some activities that frankly scared the hell out of her. When they moved in together she found a box of restraints, whips, paddles, various lubes, candles and a lighter. Plus assorted other instruments of torture. He had never mentioned anything kinky to her. Sure he was a little commanding in bed but that was sort of a turn on. He had taken the box and talked about his kinks. He knew she wasn't into them and that was ok too. He loved her for her, plus the sex was fantastic without the props. He had taken the box to the attic and never mentioned it again. 

"Yes we are." He answered "It's The First Weekly Whatever Jake Wants Wednesday. And you promised to play along." 

"So what would you like this morning?" She asked nuzzling his neck this time. 

"Not to be late for work, Let's go eat breakfast. But later, love... Be home on time." With that he got out of bed.