Ahhh....Sunday....a day off work....well....at least WORK work that is! Ha Ha! Too many things to do to spend the day in bed....no rest for the wicked they say. I'm in a good mood anyway! I watch your even breathing and think how lucky I am that you, Robert, are my Master!
Out in the kitchen, I have the coffee started and I sit staring out the window at the myriad birds and colorful leaves flitting around in the light Autumn breeze. A good day to hang the laundry and do some yard work.
"Good morning, pet!" The smell of the coffee must have wakened you. We talk about what we will accomplish today and, after the dishes are done, I start a load of wash. You are already getting the tools we will need out of the garage. You look so handsome standing there in only a pair of shorts and sandals! I sure am a lucky lady!
I hang the clothes on the lines stretched between the posts that you put in for me. That was a lot of work digging those holes and pouring cement. As I again think how lucky I am, I walk over and start digging the flower bulbs that I must let dry 'til Spring. I can feel you watching me as you rake the leaves into a big, fluffy pile for bagging. "There," I said as I picked up the basket of bulbs and tools. "That's done now."
You leaned the rake against the tree and took the basket from my hands with a quick kiss on my lips. Was that a chuckle I saw in your eyes, Robert? You put them in the garage and returned to stand in front of me. You wiped a smudge of soil from my nose and grabbed me up in your arms. Oh, my, Robert! What are you up to now? "Eeek!" escapes my lips as you laugh and toss me into the pile of leaves. Aha! It was a chuckle in your eyes! You had this planned all along! You followed me into the pile and we wrestled each other until we tired of the game, then lay there side-by-side quietly staring at the clouds. I didn't say it, but, once more, I thought how lucky I am.
The evening chill of Fall was beginning to settle in for the night. I shivered lightly and snuggled up close to you. You have such a great "thermostat." Nothing seems to ever make you cold. After a few minutes, you stood and pulled me to my feet. We laughed and brushed the leaves from each other. "Time to go in, pet." "I'll be there in a minute, Robert. You go ahead and shower while I take the clothes off the line." I watched the way you walked....the movement of your ass....the swing of your arms....the ripple in the muscles of your shoulders....until you closed the door. I think how lucky I am, unaware that you watch me from the window.