Talking. It is why I fell in love with MSR. After the sex, during the sex, in anticipation of the sex, talking about desire, fantasy, fear, the body, feeling, and dreams. We chatted on line. We drank wine in bed and sat with the pillows propped up, talking, reading, sharing. Taking a long walk through the park we talked.

Don't get me wrong, I love the hot sex too and being free enough to be daddy, be a bottom, or just serve my beautiful MSR is reason enough to want her, but the intellectual give and take, and the sharing of our discoveries is the butter on the toast, the frosting on the cupcake, the demi-glace on the lamb chops.

We don't have enough demi-glace or frosting these days. I am anxious, and she is cautious. Day by day I try to find ways to create some magic. To captivate her heart and mind. "We drink our fill and still we thirst for more, asking if there is no heaven, then what is this thunder for?"
"Until we behold the pain, become the pearl, crying halleluia" She is my pearl and I will dive again and again to hold her.