I Want To Disappear

Last night, I was on the phone with my wife, and it was calming. She’s my bliss, even outside of a D/s context — she’s my best friend. We make each other laugh. She never bores me. We fit.

And things have been stressful, as the windup to the holidays approaches, since I have to get everything in order before I go to visit her for three weeks. And we’ve been talking about leaving the baby with my wife’s parents and just getting a hotel room the first day I’m in, ostensibly to make the next baby, but also to get some insanely hot examples of the Five Ps in — you remember, pegging, pleasure, pain, piss and prostration.

And with all the stress in my life…