Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Wishing You All A Happy, Happy Christmas

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.

But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round -- apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that -- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore,... though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!

(all quotes from Charles Dickens)

And to all my readers who don't celebrate Christmas -- Happy Hanukkah, Happy Yule, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Holidays!!
May your days be truly happy and bright, and may all your wishes come true.


Last night...

oh... wow... I... just wow... DH was ... even now, hours later... just, wow....

There was:

a bath -- with touching, stroking, kissing, fucking (a new position)...
a shower -- with spanking and touching... strongly squeezing my cheeks between spanks
on the bed

  • snuggling
  • restraints and a blindfold -- on me
  • massage oil
  • tingly oil
  • vibrator
  • lots of oral and fingering -- done to me
  • pussy spanking
  • sucking -- me on DH
on the floor in front of the fireplace
  • more massage oil -- on my back this time
  • more fingering
  • fucking -- on my side, with random spanks
  • more oral on him -- tasting me on him (I don't think we've ever done this before)
  • roughness -- he fucked my mouth, pulled my hair, slapped my face
  • on all fours -- more fucking while he lubed and fingered me in preparation for anal
  • anal -- telling me to say how much I loved everything he was doing to me (oh, yeah, I did)
  • pulling my hair -- incredible.. every pull I felt directly in my pussy
  • orgasm after orgasm as he pounded forcefully into me
  • collapsed into sweaty exhausted pile
more snuggling before sleep

Again, WOW. Not sure what inspired DH (I did show him my Snow story after the bath and shower...). Including the bath and shower, we spent more than an hour and a half enjoying each other, trying so many new things. Told him last night if he were to reward me like that after every time I go to the gym, I'd be much more diligent with my exercise *laugh*

And a quickie when we woke up this morning, too. We're now home 'til Monday, so I'm hopeful there will be more fun.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Something New

Microfantasy Monday - Week 7
inspired by Ang at

I woke to the sensation of my arms and legs being gently pulled apart and bound to the bed. I slowly opened my eyes to see – darkness. The soft blindfold had been slipped over my eyes while I slept. Wiggling a little I could feel towels beneath me.

“Shhh. I’ll be right back.”

I trembled with anticipation, wondering what was in store. I could hear him, in and out of the bedroom, up and down the stairs, but no other sounds to clue me in on what he was planning. Obviously, he didn’t want me moving, and the towels beneath indicated that things might get messy, but beyond that…. I waited, trying to keep my breathing calm.

I heard him approach, then felt the bed dip as he set his weight upon it. The air around him was cold as he leaned in, cupping my face with chilled hands and kissing me with increasing heat. I moaned and struggled to get closer. He pulled a way with a low laugh.

“Not yet.”

A strange rustling, crunchy sound. And then I felt it… scattered across my body, tightening my nipples, cooling my heat, making me shiver and shudder with it’s intensity.


Sunday, December 21, 2008

Have you ever seen the email "Porn for Women"? The one where the men are taking care of all the household chores -- they're doing it without badgering and nagging?

Thursday I went to the gym after work. When I walked through the door, know what I saw?

My hubby, still dressed for work (slacks, dress shirt, tie), with an apron on, mop in his hands and food cooking on the stove.

Wow *pounding pulse, rapid breathing*

How can that not be sexy?

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Happy Birthdays to Us -- Part 2

Most of Saturday was spent on regular errands, household chores and such. Later in the day was shower and get ready to go out time. I had gotten, especially for my birthday, a coupon from a favorite restaurant. Off we went, nice dinner, drinks, dessert and back home, not too early (kids were already asleep) but not so late that we were too tired.

I quickly changed while DH closed everything up downstairs. Hair up, maid outfit on, stilettos on… all ready when he walked into the room. And his face lit up as he took in the scene. DH poured us each a drink, then pulled several implements out, setting them on the bed, within easy reach. I watched, somewhat bemused, and then chagrined when he pulled out the dreaded bath brush. He just grinned, a wicked evil grin.

And then I was bent over the edge of the bed and the hand spanking began. It didn’t last too long, but before I could pout, it became clear that the spanking wasn’t over yet -- DH was ready for a different position. He sat on the bed, legs out straight and I laid over them, feet still on the floor, arms on a pillow. He likes this position as he can be nice and comfy, reach me easily, and watch TV. Now it was time for the real spanking. It was a mix of hand, bath brush, leather paddle, and new hairbrush and went on for quite a while. There was laughing and giggling, wiggling and struggling, spanking and caressing, holding down and reprimanding… We tried to do ‘count the spanks’ but it didn’t work so well – I tried counting the regular way (1, 2, 3, etc.), but DH wanted to count by quarters. So we both said ‘one’, then I said ‘two’ and he said ‘one-and-a-quarter’, then ‘one-and-a-half’ up to about ‘four’ by which time we were both laughing too hard to continue with counting.

Of course, I tried to top from the bottom – ‘other side, too, please’, ‘ack, not so hard’, ‘spank the under side, too’. And, of course, DH really didn’t listen to me.

DH did not hold back. This was not some soft, easy spanking. There were some incredibly painful spanks. I wiggled so much, that DH finally had to put his arm around my waist to hold me in position. Love it when he gets all strong and forceful. :D

Finally, much, much later, it was over. I went to caress DH, to show him my appreciation, and ‘it’ was missing!

Ok, not really gone, just tucked down out of the way – so it wouldn’t get hurt by all my wiggling around. We had another good laugh. And then I did show him my appreciation – DH loves my oral appreciation skills *grin*. We finished up in our same-old way, me on all fours, DH behind me, holding my hips between additional spanks, as he thrust and pounded and brought me to orgasm after orgasm before finally reaching his own release.

So, a day late, but boy oh boy did I get a lovely birthday spanking. And there are pictures of my very red bottom, but they’re not going up here – they’re for my personal viewing pleasure only. (DH would freak if I posted something like that, especially since he has expressly forbidden it).

Part 3 will cover my spanking for DH’s birthday.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Happy Birthdays to Us

Part 1
My long weekend (December 5th thru 8th) was planned specifically because it was bracketed by our birthdays – mine on Friday and DH’s on Monday. Since I had to take days off from work anyway, why not that Friday and that Monday?

I already posted a bit about what I did on Friday while waiting for DH to get home. The hair coloring was less than successful – I did not want to go really blonde so I had picked a medium blonde dye. Only it didn’t work so well. Apparently my hair likes being red… Oh well, I tried, and in 6 weeks I can try again (I don’t want to fry my hair by dying it too often).

Anyway, off to the airport I scurried, giving myself extra time since I was making the drive in the middle of the workday. Of course, there was no traffic so I arrived at 3:15, about a half an hour before DH’s flight was even expected (mechanical problems led to a late start). I circled a few times, then decided to park and wait. DH called me about 4:15 – they’d been circling for about a ½ hour and now didn’t expect to get to a gate for another ½ hour. It was a little too cold in the car, so DH suggested I go into the airport and wait for him there. After looking fruitlessly for a snack stand (I can’t believe they don’t have any in Arrivals), I had finally settled down to wait when DH called again to say he was walking out right then. It was an hour and ½ later than he was supposed to arrive… He was tired and hungry. We grabbed a bite on the way home, picking some up for the kids too.

Once we got home, DH started to unpack. ‘I couldn’t wrap your present,’ he said as he pulled a wooden hairbrush out of his suitcase – purchased purely for spanking enjoyment (although the wood massage pegs are wonderful, too). And there was a lovely, sentimental card:

For My Wife
I may not always talk about
all the special things
you do for me
and for our family...

…the special things
that make our home
such a happy, loving place
to live…

…but, I want you to know
I couldn’t ask
for a better partner
to share my life with
or a better wife
to share my love.

And DH followed up the card by telling me it was all true, that it expressed exactly how he feels. Wow… You have to understand that we rarely do sentimental; cards are usually humorous if not downright silly, so this was a major change.

And then we went to sleep – DH was just too exhausted. But he promised great things for Saturday.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

I keep meaning to get a good post up...

but life seems to conspire against me.

  • Left work at 5pm (no working late today, whoohoo)
  • Arrived at the gym at 6:15 (took the wrong route through town)
  • Exercised (elliptical and rowing machines) for 45 minutes (I'm already feeling it)
  • Home about 7:30
  • Cleaning in prep for housecleaners who come on Friday (silly, but true, & necessary)
  • Finished wrapping presents so I can ship them out from work tomorrow (no family nearby so it all has to ship earlier enough to make it for Christmas)
  • Created discs of the Aspen trip for my siblings -- finished at 10:30
  • Bought a digital picture keychain for DH and he wanted it set up, so did that until a few minute ago (don't know why I had to do it)

So now it is after 11pm and I still didn't manage to get anything 'good' written down for posting. Aagghh! Maybe tomorrow night I'll have time...

Friday, December 5, 2008

If you could see me now

I look pretty ridiculous.

My newly blonder hair is piled up into a bun on the top of my head. I'm completely bare as I've coated my legs and a few other areas *grin* with hair removal cream. I am bent over at the side of my bed, forearms resting on the bed while I type -- basically a "spank me/fuck me" kinda position -- all so I can keep the hair remover on me and not get any on the bed. All so I can get a little blogging in before I head to the airport to pick up DH.

I've actually been undressed most of the day -- one of my favorite things to when I have the house to myself. I've changed the sheets and made our bed, explored the Internet, read a few blogs, set up a real life Facebook account (if they'd let me hide my last name, I'd try it for this blog too), already reconnected with a high school friend, colored my hair, and now I'm about to shower/shave/exfoliate/moisturize so I'm all nice for DH.


Showering, etc. is done. Just waiting for OC to get home from school and then I'll leave.

Just for fun, here's a pic of our bed. Can you tell who sleeps on which side? And before you snicker, there's a very special story about the blue bear:

When my dad died in 2004, all the grandkids received teddy bears made from his shirts (made by my stepmother). I mentioned how much I would like one too, a just a short while later I did. I can even remember my dad wearing this shirt. So, my 'opa' bear gets a special place on my bed. (Opa is what all the grandkids call my dad).

Gotta go -- DH flight lands in an hour, and it takes about that long to get to the airport.

Not sure what the plans are for tonight, although dinner out is on the agenda. Hopefully there will be something shareworthy :)

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Done a little work...

Changed some things around over in the sidebar. Still needs tweaking, but I can only do so much at a time.

I've got some books on HTML and web/blog design. At some point I'll have to pull them out and try out a few things. I'm pretty good at reverse engineering from existing code -- not much experience with starting from scratch. And I may not be IT, but everyone in my facility comes to me first when they have a computer issue, and most of the time I can figure it out without involving the helpdesk. So some ability there.

Still haven't tackled DH's 'special assignment.' Been getting home a little later than I should the last couple of nights, then I spend time with the kids watching holiday shows (keeping everyone up later than I should), and finally a little time on the computer and it's way too late to stay up to review porn.

DH wanted to get me an iPhone for my birthday. I talked him out of it. Not that I wouldn't like to have one, but it's a little out of the budget right now. My mandatory pay cut is really hurting us. We were talking about planning a trip early next year, most likely to Australia/New Zealand, but we've even put those plans on hold. DH's parents are supposed to visit and I'm hoping we can get away for a night or two in a hotel in the city. If things turn around, then we can always take a trip later in the year. And this year is a DH and me only trip. I look forward to getting away without the kids.

So, uneventful normal day.

I have to point out

that obviously my attempt to neatly add pics to the last post failed miserably when the post was actually published. What is with that? They were lined up nice and neat when I was putting the post together. AAAGGGGHHHH.

And I added the code from Feedburner at the end of the posts to allow readers to add to other programs (don't know the techinical term, if there is one), and it shows on all the older posts, but not the newest one. Why? Does anyone out there know, and can explain it in fairly plain language?

Very frustrating when the post does not turn out as you expected it to, based on what is seen during compose.....

Warning -- Long Post Ahead

I hope everyone who celebrated Thanksgiving had a good one – and hopefully a spanksgiving, too :)

No such luck here :(.

Ok, Thanksgiving was fine – other than the chicken (no one here likes particularly likes turkey, plus it is just too much for the 5 of us), which took twice as much time to cook than planned for. Apparently, it was frozen inside and no one (uh, me) realized it. So we filled ourselves with mashed potatoes (made by the kidlets following OC’s special recipe), stuffing (from a box, made by me), crescent rolls (from refrigerated tubes), homemade cranberry sauce, gravy (jarred with drippings from the chicken), green and yellow beans (which no one ate but me), an Indo-Pakistani chicken dish (made by and eaten only by DH), and no chicken. By the time the chicken was done, no one was interested. So I just pulled all the meat from the bones and added it to the leftovers in the fridge. Dessert was pumpkin pie or harvest fruit pie (both store bought) with homemade whipped cream and a steamed cranberry pudding with butter cream sauce (made by me at the special request of OC). But it was a good day – no major upsets, everyone working together to fix dinner and then clean up after.

Joining DH in bed later, I did bring up how a spanksgiving would be greatly appreciated by me *sigh* No go. Kids were still up and DH was concerned that they might hear something. I’m not so sure. Our house is pretty solidly built with heavy wood doors. When OC is in her room with the door closed, I can’t even hear her music – until I open her door and discover that she’s headed for early hearing loss. I know when our door is closed and the TV or stereo is on, I certainly cannot hear anything going on in the kids’ rooms, so, unless they were to stand right outside our door with ears pressed to it, I really don’t think they’d hear much of anything. But, DH is the boss, so I didn’t press the point, although I was a wee bit disappointed. We did have some nice sex, however :D

Let’s see, what else to blather on about…

The crock full of lovely wooden kitchen utensils… Here are some pics (taking these upstairs for pics did not go unnoticed – OC sent YC up to “spy” on me)

19 beautiful grape wood kitchen tools – and it’s looking pretty unlikely that any one of them will be used for anything outside of the kitchen *sniffle* When I mentioned my “ooh, new toys” reaction to seeing them on the counter, he looked at me as if I were speaking ancient Greek. It took him a few minutes and then he got it – and was completely noncommittal about the possibility of any of these making it upstairs. It’s not as if we don’t already have plenty of wooden utensils in the kitchen, and of course, not all of these would work as toys, but still…

I’m seriously beginning to think DH is a hopeless case and I’m going to be pretty damn frustrated for the rest of my life. Now that my needs to be dominated and spanked (and anything else ‘fun’) have been faced, accepted, and put out there, they're out and there’s no putting them back – closing those needs and wants back up inside. It’s so not healthy to leave things bottled up and repressed – been there, done that, refuse to do it again. Not sure how I’m going to handle this…

Ok, back to my review of our holiday. Amazingly, we survived 5 days of togetherness without any major eruptions, although there were some heightened tensions for a while on Saturday.

Friday, DH and I were getting ready for some fun, when the housecleaners arrived far earlier than expected. Normally they arrive in the afternoon, but no, Friday they walked through the door at 9.30 am. So we hurriedly dressed, picked up and scurried out the door. We considered shopping, but the traffic around the mall quickly discouraged any thoughts of heading in. Finally, the Chinese buffet was open and we went in for an early lunch. Nothing tasted off, but I don’t think I can eat there anymore. I felt so awful when we got home – cold and shivering with sharp stomach pains. I went to bed. Didn’t eat for over 24 hours – somehow knowing that food is making you feel so awful makes even thought of eating anything really unappealing. Regardless of how icky my stomach was feeling, after a nice warm shower with DH I felt revived enough to have a good time with him. Pretty darn vanilla *sigh*

Saturday, my baby brother flew into town for a business conference. Before we got up and ready to go, we did find time for a quickie – at least for the last week we were back to multiple times, instead of the once every 10 days pattern we’d been experiencing. A quick shower and then out the door. We picked my brother up at the airport, stopping at our favorite gyro place for a late lunch, brought him home for a few hours, including a walk around downtown with a stop at Starbucks for cocoa and cider, then drove into the big city to drop him off at his hotel. Just spent a nice time together. Remember, I’d just seen him a couple of weeks ago in Aspen, but it had been a year since everyone else had seen him. Got to see some cute pics of his 4 kids. They are all growing so fast.

After getting back home, DH mentioned a desire to get some new porn movies. So I did a search on the Internet. There is apparently only ONE store within 10 miles of our home. The only other store in our town that has adult movies is a regional franchise lingerie/toy store, and their movie selection is extremely limited. With my MapQuest directions, DH set out to find the store. Apparently it’s not very obvious to the passerby as DH missed it and had to turn around J He came home with 8 DVDs (6 were in a set). One DVD was especially for me – spankings (DH can be surprisingly thoughtful).

My stomach was still off on Saturday, unfortunately. But weirdly, in a complete turnaround from the nasty chills the night before, I now was roasting, with non-stop sweating. Just another icky thing to deal with. The gyros + hot chocolate kept me full ‘til Sunday morning.

Sunday morning – no fun. Oh well. DH needed to get packed, I needed to get laundry started, so out of bed we got. DH requested that I fix scrambled eggs for breakfast. I knew I wasn’t up to eating them – stomach still off – however that didn’t mean I couldn’t fix them for the family. So following DH’s instructions on how to make scrambled eggs ‘his’ way, I got to cracking *snicker*. YC took on toast duty. I had plain oatmeal and pomegranate seeds – yummy. According to MC the eggs were ‘good, but not as good as Dad’s’. DH thought they tasted just like when he fixes them. Oh well – there’s no pleasing some people (MC). Once we were done eating, it was time to head to the airport – again.

DH had an eventful flight, but did arrive safely in Mexico. He gets back on Friday, just in time for our birthday weekend (me Friday, him Monday). I’ve taken both days off so I’ll have another extra long weekend. I’ve mentioned birthday spankings – again, more demurement from DH. So I’m not holding my breath. He did make a special call to me – gave me a “special assignment” while he’s gone. I’m to review the new DVDs and then share with him the scenes I particularly ‘enjoyed’. Haven’t done it yet – maybe I’ll find some time tomorrow night :)

So that brings us up to date. I really am determined to get something posted everyday this week. Well, maybe not Friday as I’ll be busy changing my hair to blonde (DH’s request), cleaning house, picking DH up from the airport, and celebrating my birthday. I will be sure to let you all know how that goes.