Because of the long Christmas holiday, Levi and I did not meet last week. He gave me his “no masturbating” mandate more than ten days ago, and I’m more than anxious to relieve my sexual frustration. Pulling into the driveway, I see he’s arrived home first. For some reason, I need a deep breath. As I let it out, I already feel some relief from the tension that’s been riding me. I walk in, expecting Levi to be chomping at the bit like I am. Instead, I find him relaxed and reading in the family room. When he looks up, the glint in his eyes tells me he’s in full Dom mode, serious and intense. “Strip,” is the only word he gives me. I comply happily, even though I’m a little confused by his apathetic approach to this time alone. It’s been a long time in coming and somehow I expected more of a frenzy, with clothes ripping off and his hands all over me. I smile and my nipples pop to attention just thinking about it. After I’ve taken my clothes off, I approach and kneel next to his chair.
