Someone to Watch over Me

Someone to Watch over Me

They say love knows no bounds. I don’t know about that. I feel like I’ve seen the bounds and pushed them a couple of times. Love definitely has bounds. I’ve seen where it ends. Love has boundaries. We know this. We knock them down, build them back up, then knock them down again. – Grey’s Anatomy

It feels like years since I last wrote something here about my relationships. Realistically it has only been a little over a month, but with the way this past year has gone everything seems so long and drawn out. I’ve wanted to write about seeing pet many times and I have so many things to share. I was hoping to dish some of it out over Christmas, but again the universe had other plans.

If you’ve read my blog for any length of time you will know that I live in the southeast part of the US. Well to give you a better idea the bombing that happened on Christmas day is not all that far from me. Thus the inability to share anything on my blogs as I have had no cellular and no internet service. The service providers have done their best putting up portable towers and I have some service but it isn’t as reliable. The positive side of it all is that we are all safe and healthy.

This past year has proven to me that I am not infallible and that I have a breaking point. I have made some really good changes and it has helped my well-being in many ways. One thing I relented on was allowing someone to care for me. I don’t mean treat me like I will break, but actually care about my mental and physical health. Pet has always been my #1 fan and he does a great job of rooting me on, but he really stepped up and showed me just how good he is at caring for me and my needs. I give him a lot of crap and tease him mercilessly and yet he never wavers in his love and devotion to me. Just thinking about him now makes me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside (don’t tell him I said that! haha)

I can pinpoint the exact moment when I came across Ella Fitzgerald in my playlist, she was right there when I needed her, singing the most beautiful song to me. It was simply perfect. Her swoony liquid voice washed over me and I knew I had to share the song and how pet has become my someone who watches over me.

There’s a somebody I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me

I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who’ll watch over me

When I finally saw pet after months of waiting he was like a little boy at Christmas. He had all these things planned and I knew that given the opportunity he would do them all. The most important to him was showing me his skills at massage. He cleaned, organized and rearranged his room so that he could put up the massage table and make me feel relaxed. He surpassed any expectation I had and boy does he have a gift for making my body melt in his hands. Not only did he massage the most tender (painful) parts of me, he showed me how good an erotic massage is.

I was so relaxed and in my floaty space that I didn’t tense up when his fingers began teasing me anally. It was afterwards when I asked him what he was doing that he admitted to it. I’ve always had to mentally prepare myself when it came to any anal play given my past, but pet knows my body so well that being on guard just doesn’t happen with him. We never got to the other things he had in mind as we spent the rest of the evening snuggling, kissing and making love.

It seems so simple but it felt magical. I felt so loved and cared for in every way possible. It was on the drive home that Ella’s song came on and I let it sink in.

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Someone to watch over me- Ella Fitzgerald

10 thoughts on “Someone to Watch over Me

  1. This is a lovely post Jae. I enjoy reading about your dynamic and am glad that you have been able to lean on someone. It is lovely to see you blogging again. I have missed you. Missy x

  2. Pleasing you is genuinely the highlight of life, especially for a man who has had something to prove his whole life and needs to please as a core part of his psyche. Pleasing you is a blissful way to direct my submissive masculine impulses. It grounds me and keeps me sane. It is made all the better knowing how much you appreciate it!

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