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My day begins and ends with kisses.

December 8th, 2014

Quick (or not) note: We’re having trouble with the front page. M’s too busy to deal with it right now, so I’m trying to figure it out on my own, with a little help from the Twitterverse (namely, DomSigns, owner of Molly from Molly’s Daily Kiss, because he rocks), so to say that until I finally asked for help I was getting nowhere but frustrated would be an understatement. I really need to get back to learning how to do all that shit on my own, so I can just do it, rather than always asking someone for help. Add it to the list of Things Rayne Should Have Done A Long, LONG Time Ago. Since there seems to be no support for our theme, and it looks like the WordPress update broke it for some people, this means we may end up with a new one. Awesome, right? In any case, please subscribe to RSS or watch my Twitter for the #NewPost tag for updates for now. Thanks! I think I figured it out all by myself! It’s working again, anyway. Yay!

It’s a beautiful thing.

In the morning, we wake up. One of us rolls over to the other one, and kisses them. Sometimes, just a few light pecks on the lips. Sometimes teeny kisses on shoulder blades that feel like fairy wings. Sometimes long, teasing kisses up and down a back or side.

It’s hard to choose a favorite. Even when M grabs my hair and turns my face up so he can own my lips with his, it’s so sweet I want to melt.

The morning kisses somehow became routine, and often include cuddling, and chitchat. These days, I don’t know what I’d do without them. I’m so not a morning person. But with our morning kisses and cuddle sessions, unless I’m not feeling well, I bound out of bed, excited to face the day with my Daddy (and kitties) by my side.

This morning, Bash decided to join in. Except that no one was giving anyone kisses, because we were both too busy pretending we didn’t hear the alarm. Staying up too late killing zombies and mushroom people will do that to you.

It was the cutest thing ever, and he’s never done this before. He climbed up the bed and meowed at me. I said, “Hi, baby. Lay down.” He promptly ignored me, walked up to my pillow, stuffed his face in mine, and licked my face from forehead to chin until I moved so he could be the little spoon.

See? Cutest thing ever.

The evening kisses are a standing order, and I’m actually a little ashamed of how that came about.

Apparently (no sarcasm intended there), shortly after M and I got together, I began a routine of kissing him goodnight before going to sleep every night. M realized, one day, that we were in trouble when he realized it had been 2-3 nights since I’d kissed him goodnight. I’d just get in bed, say “I love you, goodnight,” and roll over and go to sleep.

How rude. And passive aggressive. And Jesus, Rayne, why didn’t you just open your mouth and tell him something was wrong?

I couldn’t tell you. I was, like, 22-23, and he was the first person who’d ever made an attempt at a fully functional relationship with me, so I had no idea how to act.

That night, we got into an argument, during which I was probably a complete asshole because I wasn’t mature enough to admit I was wrong while I was angry, and M ended it with a standing order. “I don’t give a flying fuck how pissed off you are at me, you will always kiss me goodnight before we go to sleep.”

It’s a shitty order to have to give your slave, and especially your wife. Who wants to have to order their partner to kiss them goodnight? No one, that’s who.

Luckily, force is part of our kink, so it somewhat catered to that part of M’s psyche, but on the other hand, I can imagine how much that must have hurt him.

There’s something different in the air, these days. I’ve written basically the same thing about a thousand times. Oh well. Relationships flow in cycles just like the rest of life.

I actually act like a grown up from time to time, and I try to actually listen to what M’s saying, rather than twisting his words to match what I expect him to say. I do my best not to look for hidden meanings because he’s a freakin Libra. There are no hidden meanings.

But there’s more.

I don’t feel the need to fight anymore.

Oh, sometimes I get frustrated, and we have a little tiff, and occasionally, I tread dangerous ground with my lip, but whereas in the beginning, I felt like the only way I was going to get what I wanted was if I fought for it (thanks to past relationships), these days I’m realizing that fighting is not the way to solve things. Especially as a slave.

I’m content. I’m enjoying the direction our relationship is taking. And I have a lot of time on my hands to just be his slave. That’s pretty amazing.

There’s no chance of me ever not wanting my day to begin and end with kisses. Even if I’m mad. I love him too much. What if one of us doesn’t wake up? And then I’m a giant dick because whoever’s left didn’t get their goodnight kiss.

<3 P.S. I love you more, Master. Neener.

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  1. RynJ21
    January 4th, 2015 at 18:49 | #1

    This is beautiful. I won’t say anymore than that ’cause I’ll get all sappy, but seriously, thank you for sharing this.

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