It would be totally unacceptable for an entire month to go by without a post. So, um, even though it's been a full month since I last posted, I'm going to register at least one post for the month of August.
Sigh.
It's not that life has been hard. Just full.
Full mostly of wedding and work and life. M and I spent one full weekend at a premarital counseling event alternately referred to as "Jesus Camp" (though most of it was truly wonderful). We've been trying to be intentional about spending time with each other, even when I chose to work 12 days in a row and made myself sick, even when work for him is stressful off the charts, even when we're working on getting 70 wedding invitations assembled and mailed on top of the 100 California reception invitations printed and mailed. Yeah, life's been busy.
We've found some time for spanking. I'm really not stressed about the wedding or the preparations--I've chosen Flexibility as a spiritual discipline and I'm not letting myself be overworked about any single wedding issue. Wrong return address on the invitations? Who cares? Too many decisions to fit in a single day? Take one at a time. I'm proud of how I'm handling each individual thing. But the cumulative weight of it all is starting to get to me. (It doesn't help that I'm also trying to compile a voluminous file for professional certification at the same time.) So I've been spanked for general stress levels and for that ultimate sin, Not Taking Care of Myself. Which seems like a highly overrated value right now, if you ask me. But nothing serious.
At this moment, M is in Las Vegas for the Shadow Lane party; I'll follow tomorrow night. M, Chris, sparkle, and I have gotten a suite for this party: a new thing for all of us and something we've wanted to try. Sparkle has something fun planned for Sunday afternoon (I'm sure we'll fill you in upon our return). And I am trying to pack, clean our apartment for unexpected company that will stay here while we're gone, and get in as much relaxing as possible. Shadow Lane is lots of fun and it will be wonderful to see friends, but it's not what I'd call a real vacation. Too much to focus on, too many people around, and too much to do/see.
Friends, forgive me. I'm tired and a bit overwhelmed. I truly am looking forward to the weekend and despite my complaints, I truly am doing well. Life is very, very good. I am deeply in love with the man I am going to marry and I am lucky to be planning our wedding. Hopefully, the next time I post it will be with something interesting and something kinky.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Happy Birthday, sparkle!
I know I've been delinquent in posting lately, but this is important.
It's sparkle's birthday!
Even though she's been sick lately. Even though she's been strapped in mean places lately.
Happy birthday, dear one! May your celebration be loud, long, and lusty. ;-)
It's sparkle's birthday!
Even though she's been sick lately. Even though she's been strapped in mean places lately.
Happy birthday, dear one! May your celebration be loud, long, and lusty. ;-)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
A Cure for the Common What?
If you're itching to know the resolution to last Friday's injunction--join the crowd.
;-)
The perfect, storybook ending to this story would be this:
M came home on Sunday night to find me sprawled on the bed in my sexiest lingerie. He took one look at me, growled, and then fucked me till we were both sore and exhausted. (Oh, and in this dream, he isn't tired, sore, or smelly from hiking for two days straight.)
But the real story goes like this:
On Thursday I started with a headache in the back of my head.
On Friday it came back, just a little. And then M forbade me from orgasming for at least two days.
On Saturday night it came back with a vengeance (and a special little twist).
On Sunday, I started my period and there was a crazy mudslide on the the ONE road back from the mountain M was hiking. My headache returned in the evening and M didn't get back until 2 a.m.
On Monday, I went to work and left early because my headache was creeping back in. Monday night we had dinner with family.
This morning (Tuesday), I opened my eyes with my alarm, realized that the headache was still f*&#ing with me, and cursed.
Then I rolled over and started kissing M's neck. Fortunately, he's fairly persuade-able, even when tired, so he was amenable to suggestions.
We had lovely, lovely sex, even if it wasn't the thunder-crashing, apocalyptic sex of the fantasy.
I got up and showered. M went back to sleep.
My headache was 100% gone by the end of my shower. And hasn't returned all day.
I don't know whether to tout this as a cure for migraines or conceal it from M. He's either going to want to fuck every time I have a headache or he's never going to do the insanely hot orgasm-injunction again. I'm kind of stuck.
Although thoroughly enjoying myself. Grin.
;-)
The perfect, storybook ending to this story would be this:
M came home on Sunday night to find me sprawled on the bed in my sexiest lingerie. He took one look at me, growled, and then fucked me till we were both sore and exhausted. (Oh, and in this dream, he isn't tired, sore, or smelly from hiking for two days straight.)
But the real story goes like this:
On Thursday I started with a headache in the back of my head.
On Friday it came back, just a little. And then M forbade me from orgasming for at least two days.
On Saturday night it came back with a vengeance (and a special little twist).
On Sunday, I started my period and there was a crazy mudslide on the the ONE road back from the mountain M was hiking. My headache returned in the evening and M didn't get back until 2 a.m.
On Monday, I went to work and left early because my headache was creeping back in. Monday night we had dinner with family.
This morning (Tuesday), I opened my eyes with my alarm, realized that the headache was still f*&#ing with me, and cursed.
Then I rolled over and started kissing M's neck. Fortunately, he's fairly persuade-able, even when tired, so he was amenable to suggestions.
We had lovely, lovely sex, even if it wasn't the thunder-crashing, apocalyptic sex of the fantasy.
I got up and showered. M went back to sleep.
My headache was 100% gone by the end of my shower. And hasn't returned all day.
I don't know whether to tout this as a cure for migraines or conceal it from M. He's either going to want to fuck every time I have a headache or he's never going to do the insanely hot orgasm-injunction again. I'm kind of stuck.
Although thoroughly enjoying myself. Grin.
Friday, July 11, 2008
48 Hours
I'm sorry. I know you're waiting for the follow-up to yesterday's post. And it's half-written. But something new has cropped up and it takes precedence.
There's no way to tell this story but down and dirty:
I am sore from last night's spanking. Really, really sore.
M is leaving for two days of hiking. Tonight.
He was mostly distracted while packing and getting ready--until just before he left.
He grabbed my incredibly sore bottom and twisted. Then pulled me over his lap and spanked me HARD.
Then gave me a rule for tonight: at least one hour of work on my project before I go to sleep. Or else I get woken up Sunday night and strapped hard with the horrible plastic-y strap from Cody and Nisha.
I helped him carry things to his car in the garage. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me up tight against him, kissed me passionately, and informed me that I am not allowed to orgasm for the next two days.
WTF?!?!
Not at all. I am not allowed to come until he's home and fucks me. If I come at all in the next two days I will not be allowed to come for a week--
WTF?!?!?!
--and I'll be strapped hard every night of that week.
O.
M.
G.
And then he left. Kissed me hard and pulled out of the garage.
I was so turned on.
And then he came back.
He'd forgotten his fishing rod. Looked inside the carrier and found four canes. As a testament to how turned on I was, I bent over and invited him to try them on my (have I mentioned?) incredibly sore bottom.
He did.
I squealed.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushed me into the wall, grabbed my pussy, and we made out like horny teenagers.
But I didn't come.
I was literally panting and moaning. Close to begging.
He said, "You may need a cold shower in order to get your work done."
And before I knew it, he tugged me in the bathroom, stripped me, turned on the cold water, and literally shoved me into the shower.
Not just into the water a little.
He pushed me into the water, then he pushed my head (my hair!) under the stream, then pulled me back so that my face got wet too.
Then he pulled my head out of the water, kissed me hard, and said, "I'll see you in two days. Be good."
I stood there, spluttering and shivering (from cold and turned-on-ed-ness) before turning on the warm water and watching it run off my rock-hard nipples in sheer frustration.
That may have been the single sexiest, single most frustrating encounter of my life.
I better get to work on my project.
I'm so gonna need another shower.
There's no way to tell this story but down and dirty:
I am sore from last night's spanking. Really, really sore.
M is leaving for two days of hiking. Tonight.
He was mostly distracted while packing and getting ready--until just before he left.
He grabbed my incredibly sore bottom and twisted. Then pulled me over his lap and spanked me HARD.
Then gave me a rule for tonight: at least one hour of work on my project before I go to sleep. Or else I get woken up Sunday night and strapped hard with the horrible plastic-y strap from Cody and Nisha.
I helped him carry things to his car in the garage. He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me up tight against him, kissed me passionately, and informed me that I am not allowed to orgasm for the next two days.
WTF?!?!
Not at all. I am not allowed to come until he's home and fucks me. If I come at all in the next two days I will not be allowed to come for a week--
WTF?!?!?!
--and I'll be strapped hard every night of that week.
O.
M.
G.
And then he left. Kissed me hard and pulled out of the garage.
I was so turned on.
And then he came back.
He'd forgotten his fishing rod. Looked inside the carrier and found four canes. As a testament to how turned on I was, I bent over and invited him to try them on my (have I mentioned?) incredibly sore bottom.
He did.
I squealed.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushed me into the wall, grabbed my pussy, and we made out like horny teenagers.
But I didn't come.
I was literally panting and moaning. Close to begging.
He said, "You may need a cold shower in order to get your work done."
And before I knew it, he tugged me in the bathroom, stripped me, turned on the cold water, and literally shoved me into the shower.
Not just into the water a little.
He pushed me into the water, then he pushed my head (my hair!) under the stream, then pulled me back so that my face got wet too.
Then he pulled my head out of the water, kissed me hard, and said, "I'll see you in two days. Be good."
I stood there, spluttering and shivering (from cold and turned-on-ed-ness) before turning on the warm water and watching it run off my rock-hard nipples in sheer frustration.
That may have been the single sexiest, single most frustrating encounter of my life.
I better get to work on my project.
I'm so gonna need another shower.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I'm getting spanked
I finally broke down this morning and asked M to spank me hard.
He nodded sleepily, pulled me tight up against him, and whispered into my hair, "I love you, beautiful. And I'm going to give you a really serious spanking tonight."
Pause.
"The kind that goes on way too long."
Pause.
"The kind that has you wishing it were over way before it is."
Gulp.
But it's ok. I soooo need it.
He nodded sleepily, pulled me tight up against him, and whispered into my hair, "I love you, beautiful. And I'm going to give you a really serious spanking tonight."
Pause.
"The kind that goes on way too long."
Pause.
"The kind that has you wishing it were over way before it is."
Gulp.
But it's ok. I soooo need it.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
sparkle Started It
sparkle started it.
The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they’ve printed.
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you started but did not finish.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own blog so we can try and track down these people who’ve read 6 and force books upon them.
1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien (M and I read them out loud to each other—my Elvish is better but he chants better)
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte (only because I had to for school)
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible (but not in sequence)
7.
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman (We’re in the middle of the Golden Compass)
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare (read several, though not nearly all)
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the
19. The Time Traveller's Wife- Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky 28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29.
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis 37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha- Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh -
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude- Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery (probably only my favorite series of all time—I have every book ever published with LMM stories)
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale- Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov (truly excellent—my senior seminar was on Nabokov)
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones- ALice Sebold
65. The Count of Monte Cristo- Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The
74. Notes From A
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87.
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
Friday, July 4, 2008
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