Feels Like Home

I grew up about 45 minutes away from where I currently live. I was born and raised in my hometown. I lived there until I was 22 years old. The only reason I left was to come up here and live with Master. We were engaged at the time. (Yes, we got engaged before we started living together.) So anyway, up I came. We lived together for two years before we were married. So in total, I've lived up here for 6 years. So 6 years versus 22 years.

I still know parts of my hometown like the back of my hand. There are certain parts that are unchanging and I'm glad that they haven't changed. They were my favorite parts of my hometown. But other parts... there is nothing familiar about them. So I think that may have something to do with it not really feeling like home anymore. I mean it will always be my hometown, and who knows where the future may take Master and I. It may take us to His hometown, or mine. But for now, our home is here.

I really like the area. Everything we need is very close. Within 5 minutes drive time we have two grocery stores, a Walgreens, two gas stations, a dollar store (hush you can find some good stuff at a dollar store) and several fast food joints just in case we feel like something quick and easy. Our bank is at most a 10 minute drive away. Like I said, everything we need is very close to our home. We're spoiled because of it. Whenever we talk about moving we start to ask ourselves if this store is close by, or that store. Like I said, we're spoiled. My job is 45 minutes away, but I do not want to live out by my job. We've talked about it in the past, but eventually both of us agreed that it would be a bad idea. The cost of living out there is much higher.

We want to eventually move out of this apartment. It's not really the apartment that feels like home to me, but the area itself. To me it doesn't really matter what you live in. It could be a house, an apartment, a condo, a trailer.. you get the idea. It's the area that matters. I moved several times in my hometown. It was never the house or apartment I lived in. It was the area surrounding me.

I don't know if that has something to do with the fact that the house I grew up in was foreclosed on when my father left to go live with another woman. He was the bread winner and my mom couldn't afford the two mortgage payments. So they foreclosed on the house. I used to think of that house as my home. I lived in it from the age of 5 until I was 17. That was home. But as soon as I realized that no matter what you live in, it can be taken away. From that point forward I decided that it was the area that mattered. I sometimes pass the house I grew up in and I'll look at it. I have some memories that run through my head, not all of which are happy ones. But that's it. It's nostalgia. Nothing more. It's not home. Never really was. It wasn't the house that mattered.

I'm sure that one day Master and I will move out of this apartment but we already know we'll be staying right around where we are now if we can help it. There are several condo complexes near by as well as townhouses only a little bit further away. Not to mention that there are other apartments and then of course the houses. We'll stay in the area because Master and I have made it our home.

Well Hello There

This morning when the alarm went off, I tried to turn it off as quickly as possible so it would not wake Master. Thankfully it didn't. I got ready and headed out the door to go to my hometown and meet my dad for lunch. We had just seen him last night, but that was rather last minute and my father and I had these plans for about two weeks now.

I met up with him and we had a good time. My brother joined us as well. We talked and joked around. My dad bummed a cig off of me when we stepped outside for one because he had left his in the car. Not like I mind, he's my dad.

Around 12:30pm we decided we should probably get going. So we hugged and said goodbye. It has been an extremely long time.. I'd say since I was about 18 .. since my dad, my brother, and I have gone out to eat and it was just the three of us. Usually my dad's girlfriend or my Hubby are there. Not that I mind. I love it when Master is with me when we go visit my family. It was just... kind of weird.

They are changing my home town quite a bit. I was born and raised there. Hell I lived there until I was about 22. Yeah, I think I was about 22 when I moved in with Master. That's when I moved up here. My hometown is only about a 45 minute drive away. But it's still weird when I drive through there and go, "When the hell did they put that in?"

I think now I can better appreciate what Master goes through when we go to His hometown. I don't really get homesick though. As far as I don't ever really miss living in my hometown. I know Master will never live there. To far south for His liking. But sometimes when we talk about buying a home... I think I'd like to live in Master's hometown. I think that could be nice. It's in the middle of our family, our friends, and our jobs. It's like this weird central hub.

So yeah.

Anyway.

Master was awake by the time I got home. Apparently He had been awake for a while. He was on the computer.

I put some things away and was still dressed when I started hugging Him to say "Yay! I'm home!" and we started kissing and I was grabbing His crotch... ya know how it goes. He then started biting my lower lip and I must have moaned just right out something, because the next thing I know He had grabbed my hair and was dragging me off to the bedroom. (He was already naked. We're nudists when we're home alone.)

All I could think of was, "Damnit I'm still dressed."

But that wasn't a problem. Master had me lay on my back on the bed and pressed His hand on my chest to tell me to stay as I was. I did.

He then took my shoes and socks off. He proceeded to undo my jeans and slide those off of me as well. He then grabbed my collar and had me sit up so He could take my shirt off.

There is something very raw about Him taking my clothes off of me. Raw as in, "I need you... now." Ya know?

He knelt on the bed and His cock was already rock hard. He had me suck His dick for a little while before putting me on all fours with my ass in the air. He licked me for a little while before forcing Himself inside me. Everything had this very raw Dominance to it. It was incredible.

Trust me, Master doesn't normally lack anything in the Dominance department, especially when it comes to sex. But today, there was this extra spark there that I hadn't seen or felt from Him in quite some time. It was awesome!

Afterward we got dressed once more and headed out to get a few things we needed.

When we got home I took a nap. It was about 85 degrees out and I had been fucked really well. So with the heat zapping my strength and the incredible fuck when I got home, I was one tired kitten.

Master woke me up around 6pm and we watched a movie. It was called "The Limey". It was way to disjointed for me, but Master enjoyed it. It's only a little after 8pm now. It's been a slow Saturday thankfully.

Tomorrow we have to do laundry, clean, and go grocery shopping. Bleh. Hopefully it won't take to long.