In my own bed….
Tonight i am going to attempt to sleep in my own bed for the first time in a week. i would say over a week because i haven’t actually slept in the bed for almost two weeks. But last Saturday morning i laid down for a few hours just to see how i did because i was feeling better. my back felt better and my stomach bug seemed to be going away. So i laid down and slept from about 4:30am to 8:00am when LP called to wake me. Then later that morning my back went completely out and it was back to sitting in this recliner because it was the only place in the house i could sit without so much pain. i am sick of this chair.
So tonight my back feels a lot better finally, with the help of a trip to the doctor and a lovely shot she gave me and some tablets that pretty much knock me out. Hopefully i will sleep the whole night without any adverse effects to my back in the morning. i am paranoid about it though. There is only a little over a month until LP returns and i don’t want anything to be out or slipped or anything when She gets here. The things She already has to deal with where i am concerned are enough.
LP also reminded me that i have a quota to fill for the month. With my back out i haven’t been able to or in the mood for working at it. i wonder if those two times early in the month when we were trying out the new toys counts toward my quota….
i am actually looking forward to being in my bed tonight behind a closed door and wearing very little. Sleeping in the living room isnt exactly condusive to horny thoughts. Although the other day LP and i were talking and a topic came up that always makes me go ‘mmmm’ and think decidedly sexy thoughts. Somehow we lit on the subject of stalkers. Oh i know what it was, i had found the lyrics of a song that had been dedicated to me by my own personal stalker in high school. LP doesn’t share my fascination with or for having a stalker. The reality would be not so exciting or sexy i am sure, not really. i was flattered by my stalker’s obsession with me but after a while it did get annoying. i can’t imagine if it was a real psycho and things got dangerous, and i don’t mean to belittle the experience of anyone who may have had to endure something like that. But that’s the beauty of fantasies. One can make them anything and if i want my stalker to be romantic and sexy and only slightly dangerous then i can. In my stalker fantasies it all starts so innocently with a few annonymous notes, moving on to longer romantic letters that eventually become fairly erotic. There would be flowers, maybe delivered or just left on the doorstep. Maybe sexy little intimate gifts like a sweet smelling candle to light in the bedroom, or something infused with the scent my stalker wears so i will recognize it when we meet, little things like that. Is it obvious i have thought about this quite often?? :) Eventually my stalker fantasy gets kind of mixed up with my kidnap fantasy and my forceful seduction fantasy and it all becomes one….and it’s all good.
So maybe tonight when i am freshly bathed and settled into my nice comfy bed i can let my mind wander along those lines and work on getting closer to meeting my quota.
