Another Letter to Adam

Dear Adam,

I love Saturday mornings. I love waking up with you and spending the day with you. I know it wasn't your fault that you worked Saturdays for the first twenty-four years of our marriage. It was nice a year ago when you got the new job and all that stopped - for the most part anyhow. And here it is eight-thirty on a Saturday morning - not just any Saturday morning - and you have to work one of those rare Saturdays that the new job requires.

**Sigh**

I look around and see a house that needs serious attention. It will get what it needs but not until I've written this letter to you. This is the best Saturday ever. I had the best night’s sleep ever last night. And I shared the best time ever with you.

Last night when I climbed into the shower, I figured you’d hear me and join me. How’d I know that? With the things you’d been saying all evening it was not difficult to figure out that you were one very much so in the mood man.

The shower was nice. I love your kisses when the water flows between us. And your touches? And pinches? Those were even better. And we both know that every nerve in my body ends between my legs. But you knew that because you checked.

The spanks you gave to me in the shower with your hand felt so very good. Did you catch how my bottom involuntarily raised itself up, asking for more? Of course you caught it because you know how much of a very naughty, needy spankee I am.

Moving the party to the bedroom came at just the right time. I was about to explode. You had me turned on and wanting/needing spanked. Hard. The spanking you gave me was perfect. I mean perfect! You know… perfect as in no flaws what so ever. On a scale of one to ten I would have given it a nine last night but since I can still feel it this morning, it gets a ten.

You’ve come a long way with spanking me. No more Mickey Mouse spankings from you, I see. You were swinging the crop VERY nicely. I remember closing my eyes at one point and just absorbing every stroke into my mind, my soul. It hurt but as always it hurt so good. And the sex that followed? Heck, that’s always been good but last night was GREAT. Three times? You made me explode three times. I love it that you actually count. And I love it that you don’t stop even though I beg you to.

I don't suppose that you have any idea how cute you were when it was all over and you asked if there was any ice cream in the house. I know it's been a GREAT time when you are hungry afterwards.

So anyhow, babe… I was wondering… If I get off this computer now and clean the house really well before you get home from work this afternoon maybe just maybe could we do it all again?

I love you with all that I am and everything that I have…