Rainy Day

June 5, 2012 Kink and BDSM  No comments

It was a cold and rainy day, at least for early June, in a year that’s been notably mostly for how warm it was and how early.

My feet have been wet and cold a good part of the day.  The hems of my jeans were damp, too, a feeling I despise.

I was busy all day.  I had to run out at 5pm and do a couple of things, including run to the grocery.  Traffic was slow and ugly, as it always is when there’s rain at rush hour.

What I did is came home, made dinner – which was quite good – did some work, and I have a list of another dozen or so things I want to get done tonight.

What I would have liked, though, would have been to have had a hot bath, water scented with something floral, lilacs, perhaps, or gardenia.  A glass of wine, even though I don’t especially like wine.  It always sounds better than it ever tastes to me, but why should that interfere with my little fantasy.

Candles, of course, scattered around, and perhaps music.  I’ve been listening to Bill Wither’s Greatest Hits.  One of the songs on it is “Use Me Up.”  Do you know the song?  You’ll know why I like it:

My friends feel it’s their appointed duty
They keep trying to tell me all you want to do is use me
But my answer yeah to all that use me stuff
Is I want to spread the news that if it feels this good getting used
Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up

My brother sit me right down and he talked to me
He told me that I ought not to let you just walk on me
And I’m sure he meant well yeah but when our talk was through
I said brother if you only knew you’d wish that you were in my shoes
You just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up

Oh sometimes yeah it’s true you really do abuse me
You get in a crowd of high class people and then you act real rude to me
But oh baby baby baby baby when you love me I can’t get enough
And I want to spread the news that if it feels this good getting used
Oh you just keep on using me until you use me up
Until you use me up

Talking about you using me but it all depends on what you do
It ain’t too bad the way you’re using me
‘Cause I sure am using you to do the things you do
Ah ha to do the things you do

So, there would be warm, scented water, and candles and wine.  Strong hands would wash my hair, scrub my back, have a nice warm towel to wrap around me.

Then I’d be tucked into fresh linens, with nicely plumped pillows, scented with lavender.

The reality, though, is some of the things I needed to do got done, some didn’t, but now I need to take a shower, and then I believe I’ll crawl into bed.

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