Afterglow

From an email that I sent Alexandra from work yesterday about the delayed effect of our hour with me in the MCD.

Earlier I found myself feeling passive and moving slowly, almost dazedly.

Catching myself thinking of sleeping on the pallet and not the bed when I come home, I wondered if I was slipping into submissive space.

My next thought was of being on my knees licking your boots. But I think of that often.

Then I found myself caught up in images of a scene with lots of rough boot work by you. That confimed it.

Cataloging books has knocked most of that out of me so I should be back my norm by the time I’m home.

That my mind turned toward another session was nothing special.

Having myself enter submissive emotional space a dozen hours after the end of a session was. But it was more than that. I was in a state of relaxed repletion.

I’d have been up for another round of erotic torment but didn’t really crave it. It was one of those wonderful instances where just quietly resting your head aside her shoe would’ve been more than sufficient.

Had I been at home it could’ve put our moods at variance. Being at work it could be enjoyed and let fade.