Evenings at home

I'm somewhere between sitting and kneeling on the floor, my head on Masters lap. I'm half watching a movie, more lost in thought than actually paying attention. He starts petting me, smoothing hair back, combing through it with his fingers, occasionally tracing his finger around my ear, or across my cheek, maybe running a hand down to wrap very lightly around my throat or tug on my collar.

Eventually, I always close my eyes and rub my cheek against his thigh. I live for touch, and at the end of a day I tend to feel starved for it. Even if most of it was spent in the car with a hand on my thigh, or around people where I could sit near him and throw a leg over him on a couch or snuggle against him. It never feels like I have had enough contact at the end of the day. Maybe it's just not the right kind, where I can be here, by his feet without worry about the joking about being petted, or having my head scratched, like a dog. It feels good, and I always relax into him, starting to feel a little blurry, a little vague, and very content.

And for some reason, Master always has a knack of knowing when I start to get to the warm and fuzzy feeling. Or at least he always keeps idly petting and stroking until after I'm there, maybe it's just that he reaches whatever place it takes him to a little after I do, who knows, I'd have to ask him and I don't really have a reason to. I just know that frequently after I get to the happy corner of my mind, where it just feels good to have his hands on me in a soft way and all I'm really thinking is a mental purr, the next thing I feel is his hand wrapped in my hair pulling my head back.

Half the time I don't even open my eyes, just whimper and try to get back to rubbing my cheek against him. Never really works, in case you're curious. Oh, sometimes he'll slacken his hold enough to let me, but just for a minute before pulling back again. Eventually I'll open my eyes and let my surroundings in. I'll look up at him for a second, or a minute, or what seems an eternity. A lot of the time to find him not even really paying attention, still watching a movie, or checking a forum, or Facebook, or maybe responding to a text. Whatever it is he has fixed his attention on at that point.

Not always, though. Sometimes he'll be looking at me and will run his thumb across my lips, or down my throat. Smile. Say 'Mine' in that tone that lets me know he means it, and will never let me forget. Then he'll go back to whatever he was doing.

So I wait. Wait to feel his hand relax some, releasing some of the tension pulling on my scalp. I wait until I think I have the room to turn my head in towards his hand to lean myself into it, nuzzling a little bit, or maybe kissing his palm through whatever hair is still in the way. Master lets me sometimes, or sometimes tightens his grip back down, turning my head back where he wants it. Sometimes even gives me his other hand to love on, lick, or suck at instead.

In any case, it has always managed to take my warm and fuzzy safe place feelings somewhere a little warmer, a little edgier, a lot needier. It's strange to feel yourself go from a content, non sexual, person to a slippery wet little slut in about a minute, even stranger when you realize that all it took was a hand in your hair holding you still for whatever reason, and then being ignored. A statement of intent and ownership, rather he bothered with doing it out loud or not.

Of course, these evenings can end a lot of ways.  Damn near all of which would be worth mentioning and exploring, but this is long already. Just wanted to share one of the easy things that just does it for me, since I don't hear a lot about the random everyday acts that serve to reset subs, or about the easy peasy things that 'just do it' for other people. If you feel like commenting, I'd love to hear about something random that heats you up, or that you do to your partner for the same effect. Since I never hear about the easy and random, I hope I'm not the only one who has silly things that just do her in :)