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October Sun – Part II

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Thus she found herself at the edge of a 6’x5’ hole, three feet deep, watching him dig, on the first Saturday in October.  They had left early, in the dark, and arrived while the sun was still low, and the air decidedly chilly.  He paused from his digging, thrusting the shovel handle-first toward her.  “Rock bar, please” he said, and she grasped the shovel handle and leaned the rock bar toward him.  He worked the hard ground on the bottom of the pit, prying loose another layer of rock, deepening the pit by another four inches.  The sun had now risen above the trees, and the air was rapidly warming.  He paused to remove his sweatshirt, tossed it across a downed log, and resumed plunging the rock bar into the stubborn bottom of the pit.  Her core tingled ever so slightly as she began watching his arms move, as he raised and rapidly dropped the bar.  It was solid steel and heavy, but he moved it with apparent ease.  “Shovel please” he asked, and she took the rock bar from him and passed back the shovel.  He was cleaning the last of the dirt from the corner of the pit, when the shovel gave a loud CLANK against a melon-sized rock under the dirt.  Rather than ask for the rock bar again, he jammed the shovel under the corner of the rock and gave a hard downward tug.  With a sharp CRACK, the shovel handle parted, a long, angled break forming mid-handle.

“Fuck” he swore, followed by a quick “sorry” as he glanced at her.  Always the professional, she thought.  “Well, that’s what I get for being impatient” he said, eying the two broken pieces in his hands.

“Can you fix it?” she asked.

“Oh, I could strap it back together with some fiberglass tape, make it work for cleaning out the hole, but really, we’re done”.  As he spoke he was turning the upper part of the handle in his hands, eyeing it thoughtfully.  “Hickory…..hard as nails, and polished by hundreds of hours of handling.  I suppose I’ll find some use for this”.  He laid the two broken pieces of the shovel next to the pit, and climbed out.

It was then that she noticed that he was looking intently at her, in a direct way he never had before. There was a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.  “You’re still wearing your sweatshirt, and here I am down to my T” he said.

“You’ve been digging.  I’ve just been……..watching.” she said, smiling back at him slightly.  He studied her for a moment, then reached down and took her hand.  She tingled in response to his grasp, strong, confident, yet so unexpected.

“Do you know about the power of the October sun?” he asked. She stared directly into his eyes.

“No” she replied, and he pulled gently on her hand and said “Then let me show you”.

He led her just a few yards, through the tall yellow grass, to the edge of the ridge, where the slope dropped away sharply to the southeast.  A large dead fir had fallen and lay in front of them, suspended 4 feet from the ground. He stopped her, stepped behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. His grip was firm, guiding her to within arm’s reach of the fallen fir. “Close your eyes” he said “and tilt your face up to the sun.  Put your hands on the back of the log. Tell me what you feel”. She did as he instructed, and felt a slight shiver course through her.  She did not know where he was going with this, but she knew she wanted to find out.

“The sun…..it feels good on my face.  The log…..is still cold.”

“Now, slide your hands over the top of the log to the side away from you, slowly.  Tell me what you feel now.”  She moved her hands, gradually feeling the cold give way to warm, and then to nearly hot.

“North versus south aspect” she said smiling. “You taught us that in Forest Ecology.”

He laughed softly, still holding on to her shoulders. “Glad you remember something from then. Now, take off your sweatshirt.”  It was not a demand.  It was simply stated as if it were the next logical step.  He dropped his hands from her shoulders as she peeled the heavy hooded sweatshirt over her head.

She glanced back at him and asked “what next?” He gently placed his hands on the side of her face and turned it back toward the sun.

To be continued….

Story Written by Professor

Life

Life keeps happening. It keeps happening no matter what your plans are or how much you could REALLY use a break. It happens no matter what you want or what you think you deserve. It happens, and we just have to embrace it and roll with the punches.

I have wanted to write for SO LONG now, but life has seemed to preempt any attempts that I have made to do just that. Today, I am going to tell life to kiss my ass for the next ten minutes so I can get this done. I use my blog as a sort of cathartic place to rant and as a virtual diary of my life.

Dear Blog Diary,

I am feeling better, but have still had some struggles lately. I don’t feel like I did when I was living in the deep darkness, but I have been overwhelmed. I know everyone feels this from time to time, but I must admit, when it happens to me, I get really scared that I am getting sick again. So, that is the first thing I must deal with.

My daughter came to her father and I and informed us that she has been purging. I couldn’t breathe. How did I not know? How could this have happened? What did I do wrong? I have realized that I did nothing wrong, missed nothing and can only adjust and move forward from here. Turns out, she was harboring a LOT of anger toward her father and I, and she felt abandoned and unloved. That, I did do. Not on purpose, as I was drowning in my own darkness, but I wasn’t communicating openly with her and she turned it into feelings of abandonment and lack of caring. With the help of therapy, TONS of talking, and an abundance of love, I am happy to say we are ALL doing better. We will continue to monitor and seek professional help, but she is on the way to recovery and we are on the way to being an even stronger family. Oh, and she had her first car accident. Scared the shit out of me, but everyone was fine and all vehicles are fixed and running again.

My son has lost his job. Well, not technically until the end of the term, but they have cut his program from the budget. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this will only lead to bigger and better things for him. He is an incredibly bright young man and will find a way to succeed, no matter what life throws at him.

Work is work. Crazy, busy, unpredictable and exhausting. However, for the first time in a couple of years, I come home exhausted, but not in tears, so that’s a positive, right?

A rough winter has led to several new additions to the To Do List. Ice dams caused leaks in the roof. Roof shedding took out a fence. The heaving of ice and snow pushed out several joist supports on the deck. And the holes in the chicken coops and play house must be fixed. Mother Nature was a REAL BITCH this year.

My marriage is better than EVER! We have been to hell and back this past year and come out of it stronger and more connected. I wasn’t sure we could ever resume our D/s, but we are both finding it to actually be easier and deeper than ever before. Thank you for sticking with me Sir.
Like I said, not much time for writing, but some juicy stuff in process. I know what I want to write, now to just find the time. My mind has been full, but just as dirty and disturbing as ever.

We have also had WONDERFUL things happening, Trips with friends, another friend, who battles with depression and PTSD that is winning his battle, A London trip in the future. Life is really good. Crazy, but REALLY GOOD! All for now, I must get ready to see friends!

XOXOXO

Love Letters #2

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This is something I thought would be fun for the month of February. I have captured some of the correspondence between Professor and I that I wanted to share. They make my heart melt every time I read them. Hope they will bring a smile to your face too.
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An Email from Sir to Miss Amelia:

Yes, make sure you stay busy doing “important” things today. Do not take too much time to think of me. Don’t pause and let your mind drift to my hands sliding softly, then firmly around your neck from behind. Do not be tempted to think of my breath alongside your face, and the feel of my fingers threading into your hair to tilt your head back with a firm pull, putting your wet lips up where I can kiss them. Best not think too much about what the rope I am shopping for might look like, or feel like….about how I might cut it into 10-foot lengths, using each one to bind a part of your surrendered body, leaving it exposed, vulnerable, and totally at my whim. Best not imagine how my breath will quicken at the sight of your submissive eyes looking up into mine, or how my cock will hunger to explode all over you, leaving you marked and smelling of my scent. No, best you concentrate your mental energies on “important” things today, because time is coming when you won’t be able to think of a single other thing……

-Sir-

Love Letters #1

love-letters

This is something I thought would be fun for the month of February. I have captured some of the correspondence between Professor and I that I wanted to share. They make my heart melt every time I read them. Hope they will bring a smile to your face too.

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An Email from Miss Amelia to Sir:

You are consuming me. My mind, heart, body and soul. I feel myself disappearing in my need for you. I want our bodies touching, caressing, teasing and tasting as we consume all the oxygen from the room. I want to give myself to you, as I’m claiming you as my own. MINE! MINE! MINE! Never a more beautiful word spoken. Never a truer sentiment shared. I LOVE YOU SIR! Xoxoxo

A Reply from Sir to Miss Amelia:

Oh Miss…. The consumption ensnares us both. I am listening to music, and finding some slice of you in every note and verse, some manifestation of us, some arrow that points me to where my heart and soul belong, to you, with you. I FEEL you inside my arms, and I draw from that feeling such an energy and peace. I feel the air warm as the fire of passion grows the closer we get. And I can never get close enough. Even entwined and inside you, I hunger to be closer, to make you a very part of me. Amelia, I am not whole without you. I am stronger, better, more capable because of the love you have given me. GIVEN, of free will and unbridled desire. As you feel yourself disappear in your need for me, know that I am pulled by the same gravity, and that when we disappear into one another, we will both be found. MINE….beauty and truth wrapped into a single syllable.

I LOVE YOU AMELIA!

-Sir-

In Your Eyes

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In your eyes
I see love

I claim the tiny line
That has formed on the outside edge
Of your left eye
As my own

I have watched it form slowly
Revealing itself
Over our time

I see the tears
Welling up
When you watch me struggle

They don’t form
Out of sadness
But out of desire
To see me smile

In your eyes
I see forever

Happy Birthday Professor

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Happy Birthday to my Husband, my Friend, my Lover, my Dominant, my EVERYTHING!

Forever and Always, Sir.

XOXOXO

MINE!

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This was my email to Professor:

You are consuming me.  My mind, heart, body and soul.  I feel myself disappearing in my need for you.  I want our bodies touching, caressing, teasing and tasting as we consume all the oxygen from the room.  I want to give myself to you, as I’m claiming you as my own.  MINE!  MINE!  MINE!  Never a more beautiful word spoken.  Never a truer sentiment shared.

I LOVE YOU SIR!

XOXOXO

 

This was Professors reply to me:

Oh Miss…. The consumption ensnares us both.  I am listening to music, and finding some slice of you in every note and verse, some manifestation of us, some arrow that points me to where my heart and soul belong, to you, with you.  I FEEL you inside my arms, and I draw from that feeling such an energy and peace.  I feel the air warm as the fire of passion grows the closer we get.  And I can never get close enough.  Even entwined and inside you, I hunger to be closer, to make you a very part of me.  Amelia, I am not whole without you.  I am stronger, better, more capable because of the love you have given me.  GIVEN, of free will and unbridled desire. As you feel yourself disappear in your need for me, know that I am pulled by the same gravity, and that when we disappear into one another, we will both be found.  MINE….beauty and truth wrapped into a single syllable.

I LOVE YOU AMELIA!

-Sir-

Important Things

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This was an email I received from my Husband.  Couldn’t get shit done at work afterwards. 🙂

Yes, make sure you stay busy doing “important” things today.  Do not take too much time to think of me.  Don’t pause and let your mind drift to my hands sliding softly, then firmly around your neck from behind.  Do not be tempted to think of my breath alongside your face, and the feel of my fingers threading into your hair to tilt your head back with a firm pull, putting your wet lips up where I can kiss them. Best not think too much about what the rope I am shopping for might look like, or feel like….about how I might cut it into 10-foot lengths, using each one to bind a part of your surrendered body, leaving it exposed, vulnerable, and totally at my whim. Best not imagine how my breath will quicken at the sight of your submissive eyes looking up into mine, or how my cock will hunger to explode all over you, leaving you marked and smelling of my scent.  No, best you concentrate your mental energies on “important” things today, because time is coming when you won’t be able to think of a single other thing……

-Sir-

My In Box

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Oh, how my stomach flips and flops whenever I see His name in my in box.  And then, to open the email and find something like this…Ahhhhh….Pure Bliss!

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I am sitting here at my desk, trying like hell to find some focus.  I find my mind wandering straight back to this morning.  After a much better night’s sleep than I’ve had in a while, I woke before the alarm and lay on my back. Visions of you began threading through my head…..your smooth, erotic skin. Your legs, ending in your hotter-than-the-law-should-allow heels. A silky nightie, thin straps over silken shoulders, ending just north of the lower curve of your ass, hints of warm slippery wetness trickling down your inner thigh.  I saw your hands wrapping around me, and I felt myself grow to bulging between your perfectly manicured fingers….And that’s all it took.  Just lying next to you, seeing you walk through my waking dreams.  I had to claim you.  I had to have you know how much I wanted you. And there you were, so willing….so warm, so ready for me.

So now I sit, my skin tingling, my hands ever so slightly trembling, my head unable to wander far from you. Thank you, for what you do to me, for what you do for me, for what you are to me.

-Husband, Lover, Professor…….Sir….

An Email from Professor

 

This is an email that my husband sent me a few weeks ago.  I have decided to share it now because I have found myself going back to it over and over again.  His words mean everything to me, but will be easily identified by all.  I hope you enjoy.

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Final proctoring done, in 35 minutes.  Now left to sit at my desk, pretending that the stack of ungraded exams before me means something.  I’m sure that the sensation over my skin means something more.  Memories of soft, warm flesh, visions of eyes looking up into mine. Faint traces of bodies between sheets, and the weight of winter blankets.  Voices in whimpers and grunts.  Smells of femininity, masculinity, and carnal animal desire.  Morning coffee, glowing fire, comfort of couch.  Security.  Knowing.  Feeling.  Certainty, that all that lies before me means everything, and it is most definitely not a stack of exams. I must spend the remainder of this day pretending the monuments of clutter surrounding me are important.  Knowing what truly IS will guide me through this charade….

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