Meh

   Daddy appears to have caught a mild form of whatever it is I had. He ran a small fever for one night and the rest has been a small chest cold. I'm thankful that it wasn't as bad as mine, mine was simply horrible. Last night he took some Nyquil and was out until just past noon today! I slept in to along with him, but that means today has been go go go from the jump.
   I was talking to Daddy last night about learning how to deal with expectations. I've spent three years, almost 4, under the impression that we got sex whenever we had a chance. Because we did. If there was a moment where we could steal away we did. So coming here and moving in I was like "We can have sex whenever we want!!!!" However Daddy's version is, "Meh, we can get it whenever *Shrug*" It'e been a real eye opener to realize hes not quite the sex driven fiend that I am. Not that I love him any less, it's just something I wasn't expecting and am having to deal with and process. I had a million fantasies that all involved us fucking like rabbits, and instead I'm afraid we are just......normal, if that.
   Truly I'm not sure if there is a definitive number of times to have sex during the week, month, or year that classifies as normal. However, I feel like whatever the number maybe, we are below it. I suppose if asked how often I would like to have sex I would say at least once a week, but I'd aim for twice a week, but in between sex I would want us to play around and tease each other and stuff. Our play doesn't always have to = sex.

   Oh well, in the end it'll just have to be something I just deal with and get over. I'll be happy when I get it, and just keep myself busy in the meantime.

Little Things

   I've been sick since Friday afternoon!!!! I did my best for 2 1/2 days to pretend that I wasn't sick, but by Monday I couldn't pretend any longer. Went to a little walk in clinic and got some meds. I slept for 15 hours on Tuesday, got up long enough to eat dinner and show the family I was alive before going to bed with Daddy again that night. Wednesday I was feeling well enough again to go to work, and today I'm getting better. My voice comes and goes, but thankfully I am on the mend. Today also happens to be the first day in almost a week that I've gotten to wear my plug....which my ass quite literally sucked in happily!
   I keep thinking about little things about Daddy that I don't tell him. Not things he necessarily needs to know, but the ways I'm attracted to him. For some reason the past few weeks I've been noticing him more than usual. Not that I haven't noticed these things before, but they are having a more lasting impression on me lately.
  It's the little things. Like how goofy he is with the kids. Or when we are in the car and a song comes on that he likes and he starts singing and dancing and messing with me. I especially love the way his lips frame his mouth when he smiles and sings and plays around. I love his hands, big and rough and yet gentle. I adore listening to him speak Spanish though he doesn't do it often. I dunno....all these little things make up a million reasons why I love him and why I'm attracted to him, and strangely I don't think he has a clue about it.
   Then I have to wonder are there little things about me that he notices? I wonder, if there are, what they could be.