The Sunday Run..

I really had the most lovely weekend, a weekend where love and closeness was in the center of everything..

 

I also had the pleasure of my Sunday morning run, as usual. Sunday is the day I run my 5 km. I would love to run (jog) more often, but my children still are of an age that means, that I can't run and leave them alone, while they sleep. And 9.pm is the only time in general, except for weekends, where I have time for running. But well, never mind, I don't think it is much fun to run looking like mine worker, wearing a helmet with lights on..

 

This is what happens on my Sunday run (yesterday, too):

 

- Music in my ears. If I get started with one the right song from the 80'es, I fly, almost (not much flying doing 5 kilometres in 31 and a half minutes..)

 

- Reflections on different problems, challenges, shopping, notes "to do" (better to do it running, than during sex?)

 

- What to write in my next blog entry.. (Too bad that the endorphins does something to my memory after about 25 minutes, so that I forget all the golden sentences I thought of.. and the "to do's"..)

 

- Kinky fantasies, reliving the mornings wonderful experiences with Mr.. (And here the run usually gets a bit faster again..)

 

- While running, serious ache in my stomach muscles yesterday, not from sex or running, but after the laughing fits I had Saturday, going out with Mr..

 

Interjected sentence:

Had laughing fit, seeing him estimate what time it was, looking at the sun. Until I saw the clock on the wall, hidden behind a tree for me, but not for him.. Another laughing fit during dinner in the middle of a crowded restaurant. He told me the story about his mum, who always after a nice dinner wanted a good taste in her mouth (something to do with chocolate). I very loudly asked, if she meant good taste by sucking cock..

 

The run, to be continued..:

 

- From every step I take, I feel the tenderness and ache from the marks he put on my buttocks, this Sunday morning, too (So much for my resolution about no kinky sex this weekend. No such thing, luckily..)

 

But, I am still considering, if I shouldn't choose a different kind of breakfast before the run than 3 mugs of coffee with milk, a bit of fruit and an orgasm..