He Wakes Me

He wakes me just by being there, a whisper of sound, and I jerk awake. He's been watching me. Deciding whether to wake me or watch me sleep.

I'm sleeping, exhausted from a week of mild stress and burning the candle at both ends and lots of little pieces of my Dom. Lots of sex. Lots of pain. Lots of submission. And I've fallen asleep waiting for him. But left a note saying wake me, please wake me. I want you to!

And after hesitation he does wake me and ...

it's odd. I feel discombobulated. I feel like I don't have all my faculties. I'm not together. I'm a little bewildered after being roused from my cat-nap. He has a jump on me from which I never really recover. We already play on an uneven field, so this matters. And yet it doesn't. Because I want that unevenness. Right?

But I feel sweet too. Compliant. Easy.

And he... was sweet with me too. Open. Easy. Gentle. Loving.

Yeah, it did get a big darker eventually.

And was I ready for it by then? I guess. Really I was braced for worse. I was expecting pain. Which didn't materialize.

It turned sexual. Big surprise?

But still so sweet.