Pink Glass

The very same mechanisms that produce excitement also produce fear, and any fear can be transformed into excitement by breathing fully with it.
~ Gay Hendricks

Sunday afternoon.

It’s a beautiful day outside and we have decided to drive out to the seaside to enjoy the sunshine. Just a lazy drive and enjoying what nature has to give. I am excited by the idea of going out together, to a place where I haven’t been in years. More so, I am excited to go out with my husband, to spend time with him. It’s been so long ago that he has really seemed to find pleasure in anything. Lately I’ve noticed that there seems to be a positive change. It’s small, very small, but it’s there. And I am so grateful for it.

Fresh out of the shower and waiting for my body to cool down a bit so I can get dressed, I lie on the bed, thinking of him. Feeling the excitement of our oncoming outing. As my hands start to roam my body I know that my excitement has more than one reason. My thoughts stop as my body takes over control. Hands cup my breast, my back arches and my legs spread, only to close again. I rub my thighs together, yearning for his touch, but I know I will have to wait longer. It will happen. Baby steps. Until then…

I roll over onto my side and reach into the bag under the bed. My hand close around cold glass… cold glass that soon touch my body, ready to enter wherever it’s craved.

pink dildo
Where will it enter?

© Rebel’s Notes

7 thoughts on “Pink Glass

  1. Such a lovely image…and of course, now I’m curious…did that pink dildo go where it needed to go??

    And also, I am so happy there are baby steps to be had. ((HUGS))

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