tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57904333368710303782024-03-05T18:21:06.504-06:00Robin's Red BottomWhile some names and details have been changed, this is my life I'm writing about and sharing here.Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02489953933171660741noreply@blogger.comBlogger184125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-86162012690879834372012-09-12T12:00:00.000-05:002012-09-12T12:00:00.731-05:00A few pics from our most recent vacations<br />
Nothing pervy here, but I thought someone at least might like these.<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too many fish to count -- but I could sit and watch for hours</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whale shark</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Manta ray mid somersault</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Multiple mantas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Small Southern town</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part of set for The Walking Dead Season 3</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Front of "Woodbury Townhall"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back of "Woodbury Townhall"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A small pond</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spanish moss</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Headstones missing their graves</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">City Hall (I was hoping for sun to make the gilded dome shine)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wading in the Atlantic. It's WARM. So used to the cold Pacific. This is nice.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, you read that right. Alligators. Wild alligators.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh wait. Look what just swam out from under the walkway we're standing on...</td></tr>
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Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02489953933171660741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-49732331614689850342012-09-09T17:33:00.000-05:002012-09-09T17:33:12.740-05:00Sex Sex and More SexOkay, maybe not quite that much sex, but I got your attention didn't I :-p<br />
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And there was real honest-to-goodness sex last weekend. Because hub was here for the entire long holiday weekend, plus an extra day.<br />
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He arrived Friday after a business trip so was pretty exhausted. And I'm always exhausted after a long week of work and kids. He did go out for a bit to see if any of his friends were about. I took advantage of this to get nice and clean in the shower; you know, just in case...<br />
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When hub did crawl in bed, there were a few caresses, particularly of my bare bottom, before he fell asleep. However, it wasn't too much later before I was awakened by hands groping and caressing and pulling me up tight against a very hard cock. I was tired and sleepy but I couldn't ignore this attention. Too tired for full on sex, hub and I used our hands on each other to bring each other to orgasm. And then it was back to sleep.<br />
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So, sex #1 -- 3am Saturday morning<br />
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Having stayed up late, then the early early morning activity, it's not surprising that we slept in. But waking up refreshed we now had the necessary energy. Yay! Full on fucking. There was licking and sucking and fingering (of me), and licking, sucking and blowing (by me), even a tiny bit of as-quiet-as-possible hand spanking before and during the doggy-style fucking. The fucking that went on for a bit as after so many weeks it was feeling soooooooooooooooo good (as clearly evidenced by the multiple orgasms I had). Satisfied, at least for the moment, it was time to get cleaned up and take care of family weekend activities.<br />
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#2 -- late Saturday morning (that's twice in less than 12 hours)<br />
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Sad to say, but that was it until we got some time alone Sunday evening -- managing to get both kids out spending the night elsewhere. Without the kids around, we pulled out the Liberator Throe, the oils, and various spanking implements. So, yes, FINALLY, I got spanked. A little. Some. Not nearly enough. But at least it was something. Hub just gets too distracted by my bare backside and ease of access to everything. But then again, considering the way he spanks (absolutely no warm up or build up) and my basically virgin bum, I don't know if I could have handled a drawn out spanking session.... Of course, he could have always switched to flogging my back...<br />
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#3 -- Sunday night<br />
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Our final bit of sex was Monday morning, just our normal average sort -- he handles me to orgasm while I stroke him, then he flips me over, slides in and thrusts away until he comes and we both collapse onto the bed. There were a few bare hand spanks during, which was okay since the kids were still out.<br />
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#4 -- Monday morning<br />
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Final count over over 4 full days of hub being here -- Sex four times! Woot! Not bad for us. Sadly, it has to hold us over for a couple of months until he gets to visit again.<br />
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<br />Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02489953933171660741noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-27396966221073029752012-08-20T23:17:00.000-05:002012-08-20T23:17:51.194-05:00So, here we are again<br />
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know, I know ~ sigh~ Another whole year -almost, anyway.<br />
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And sadly enough, there really isn't anything even to write about.<br />
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I just reread my post from last year, and nothing much has changed. I'm still at the same job with the same crazy commute. Still having the same health issues although I do sleep better with the CPAP - - at least I think I do anyways; some days I'm not so sure.<br />
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I'm still a mom, and right now I'm struggling with getting the younger two ready for the start of school. I already got the oldest back to university, but only after buying her a car, multiple hassles with the financial aid office, and spending a few hundred dollars more on her for supplies and furniture and such. All of which means, unless the family business has done well this year and they send me some extra money, I'm pretty much broke for the foreseeable future. Son is a senior this year, which of course means the added stress (on him and me and hub) of getting him set for college next year. Unfortunately, I'm not sure we can afford it unless he gets some really good scholarships. And youngest is off to middle school. It just boggles how many supplies, of all sorts, are required by the schools, and how much said supplies cost.<br />
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Let's see... What else?<br />
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Had a nephew come live with us for about 6 months. That was an interesting experience. Some culture clashes.<br />
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Hub took a new job in another state. The job is a good opportunity but it is stressful on all of us since I've stayed behind with the kids. We see each other, in person, about one weekend a month. The girls and I did go down in June, explored the area, went to Savannah, Georgia (loved the history, the architecture, the Spanish moss), then drove to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina (saw a roseate spoonbill in a marsh, saw and waded in the Atlantic Ocean for the first time, had Southern cooking for lunch, saw a wild alligator), went to a wild animal park where we got to feed all sorts of critters (while trying to keep them out of the car). Most of the trip was pretty good -- a couple of people (not me) got a bit testy a few times.<br />
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Our sweet puppy Bear, a Newfoundland, died unexpectedly on Mother's Day -- which was also his 5th birthday. We still miss him, still find the house empty without his presence.<br />
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Well, that about brings it up to date.<br />
Robinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02489953933171660741noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-61264640693044320382011-09-04T10:19:00.001-05:002011-09-04T10:19:54.210-05:00Hello??I don't know if there's anyone out there who even checks here any more. ~sigh~ Clearly, I haven't been and it's my blog.<br /><br />There just really hasn't been anything to write about, sexual/kinky or otherwise.<br /><br />Still working with the same long exhausting commute. Still a wife & mother. <br /><br />There has been no vacation since last year. My vacation days this year have been spent on doctor appointments and university visits (oldest daughter started last month). It's September & I only have 3 of my 15 days left. I could really use a vacation - a secluded warm peaceful beach somewhere preferably - but it's not happening unless I win the lottery.<br /><br />Things with my husband are the same as always, although we have started marriage counseling. It's only been a few months, too early yet to tell if it's really happening. In the meantime, no club visits or classes, no spankings/floggings, etc. What sex we've had has been the same old-same old and I just don't feel like writing about it.<br /><br />I've developed a few health issues over the last couple of years. With my difficult work schedule, I've gained a bit of weight. I was overweight to begin with & now it's worse. And this has led to problems with sleeping, among other things. <br /><br />You know what happens when you're consistently only sleeping a few hours a night? Exhaustion. Depression. Anxiety. Loss of libido. Loss of interest in doing a lot of things you used to do. Irritability. <br /><br />So I've had a sleep study done -- I have insomnia, apnea, & twitchy limbs. Yay for me ~extreme sarcasm~<br /><br />I'm working with a sleep behaviorist for the insomnia. She's had me on stimulus control & sleep restriction since Tuesday. Basically, the bed is for sleep only (well, okay, sex too, if I, you know, actually had the energy & desire for it) & I can't go to bed until 12:30am & have to get up at 5:30am. Here it's Sunday & I'm exhausted. Constantly fighting the urge to lie down and sleep. Of course, hub doesn't like it because it's an inconvenience to him - who cares if it's for my health (ooh, I think my sleep deprivation - among other things - bitchiness is showing).<br /><br />I'm still waiting to see the other doc about the apnea & treatments. I really want to be able to sleep soundly again and not wake up feeling even more tired than when I went to bed.<br /><br />Anyway, there it is. <br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-65670112437573714602011-01-06T11:00:00.003-06:002011-01-06T11:00:03.945-06:00Some Pics from VacationFrom The Aquarium of the Pacific, Long Beach, CA<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>I know I know, finally. The vacation was only six months ago ~rolling my eyes at myself~</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Day 7 ~~ Puerta Vallarta</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">DH decided to be civil, so after breakfast we took a taxi into the older area of town. Our youngest still wasn't feeling well and seemed slightly feverish, but we wanted to get her off the ship for a while. We spent a couple of hours just strolling along the waterfront, enjoying the artwork and window shopping. It was hot and humid, and with YC getting crankier by the moment, we decided to hire a cab to drive us around a bit so we could see a little bit more of the area before taking us back to the ship. After getting the kids settled, DH and I headed back into town for some lunch and shopping.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later, YC had dinner in my cabin with me and watched TV while snuggling with me. While she still wasn't feeling any better, she didn't want to go to the doctor and I didn't want to push it. So I stayed in with her while once again DH headed out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Day 8 ~~ Sea Day</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">About 9a.m. we were awakened by another missing person announcement from the captain. Half an hour later, another announcement ~ still not found. 10a.m. as we were going into breakfast, yet another announcement. We can see that the ship has started to turn; the captain is getting ready to retrace our route back towards Puerta Vallarta, back to where this person was last seen. Not ten minutes later, there is another announcement - this person has finally contacted the captain, all is apparently well, the ship turns back on course.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">YC is still feverish and not feeling well, so after breakfast, DH and I take her to the ship's doctor. She had an upper respiratory infection and ear infection. They prescribed antibiotics, decongestant and pain/fever reducer. They don't take insurance directly, so the $200 was charged to our ship account. Insane that a 10 minute meeting and those few meds would cost that much.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I spent most of the day relaxing with YC. DH kept to himself, especially after he and the boy got into a screaming match. Spent some time watching TV with the kids before heading to dinner. YC was definitely feeling better and eating. After dinner, I gave her the medicine and tucked her into bed. The two older kids headed out to the pool and I went to adult only hot tub in the solarium. I stayed there for awhile as the heat felt really good on my aching back. When I went back to the cabin, DH was heading out. I didn't want to go out drinking and partying. After awhile, I headed out to the Promenade to have a cup of tea and read. When it got too noisy I left, hoping to find someplace else quiet and comfortable, but there was loud music and people everywhere. I did see DH in one of the clubs but decided not to join him -- after so many stressed filled days, I really didn't feel like spending time with him, and I also was not in the mood for loud crowds. I was in bed just after 1a.m. DH called to try to get me to join him. When I didn't, he stayed out 'til 3a.m.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Day 9 ~~ Sea Day</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Went to breakfast with the kids - DH joined us later. Everyone was civil.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cold, grey, cloudy day. Too cold to hang around outside. Left kids to their own devices while DH and I checked our bill with the service desk and got copies of the medical records. Bill, not including medical charges, was over $600. DH wanted to know what the kids and I had spent so much money on: $20 in the video arcade, $4 for a coffee, $10 for a mojito and tip. That was all I spent money on ~~ it was all his trips to the bars, the cigar lounge, coffees, etc. But he didn't want to believe it, even though it was all there in black and white detail. He didn't push it. He did finally buy me an anniversary present -- a very nice Guess watch with a paisley design on the face.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We all ate dinner together. I really wanted to look for more marine life, but it was just too cold to stay outside. When I got back to the cabin, DH was working on the packing. I checked on the kids to make sure they were getting all their things found and packed, too. The cruise ship line did not pay attention to what I filled out on our disembarkation form and assigned us to the 10:30a.m. group -- our flight was at 12:30 -- so we were going to have to take all our luggage off ourselves. There was no staying up late or going out, just one last stroll along the promenade and around the decks before heading to bed. We would be docked early in the morning and wanted to be off the ship before 9a.m. At least DH was finally being civil and nice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Day 10 ~~ Vacation is over</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got up, had breakfast, and got off the ship without too much trouble. We did have an issue with the cab driver who wanted to be paid in cash even though the company took credit cards. Finally DH told him to call another driver for us -- he decided he'd rather take our credit than have a problem. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got to the airport with plenty of time to spare. Then there was a delay -- weather between California and home. We had some snacks, played games, and finally boarded and headed home. I really like flying first class :-) YC was almost 100% back to normal, but I made sure she took decongestant and pain reliever before flying and then shortly before landing to help with any pressure change pain. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Animals all seemed glad to see us. Home was still standing and everything was as we left it. Nothing to do but unpack and settle in. It was going to be back to work for DH and me in just a day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, there it is. Our 2010 summer family vacation. Kids and I actually had a pretty good time, spent a lot of time with each other, and when we needed alone time, we took it. I think the only person who didn't have a good time was DH and he did that to himself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had fun seeing all the different sea life -- whales, dolphins, sea lions, flying fish, turtles, fish and rays in Cabo. Cabo was beautiful in a sere harsh environment way -- I wouldn't mind going there again. I enjoyed the architecture and sculptures along the waterfront in Puerto Vallarta (a few months later, when SyFy showed Sharktopus, I recognized many of the sites in Puerto Vallarta). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Once again I find myself apologizing for not keeping up with blogging. Even after receiving Emily's comment :-)<br />
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I did finally get my computer back in mid-October. It had to be restored to factory defaults. And while I did save everything before sending it in, and everything seems to be back, it's not the same as it was, and probably never will be again. So, while I can do the basics, there is an underlying layer of frustration while working on it.<br />
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I decided to do NaNoWriMo again this year. Free time in October was spent planning, plotting, outlining and further prepping for the massive press of writing to be done in November. I did barely any other reading or writing during October, let alone blogging. Then came November 1st and I was off writing. Long story short :-p , 11 p.m. on 11-30 I validated my word count at just over 50k, winning NaNo for the first time (3rd time's the charm). I didn't complete a novel ~~ in fact, barely got into my story, & quite frankly most of it is crap ~~ but there's something about hitting a goal like that. And after taking December off, I'm feeling the urge to start writing and blogging again.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Things are the usual with us. Mostly status quo, some ups, and a few downs ~~ some quite deep downs. Kids are good. We have managed to schedule a few good play days into our schedule ~~ easier since I'm at home two days a week and he can be a little flexible with his. So spankings, floggings, and wild sex do continue with some regularity.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Oldest has gotten her first college acceptance letter ~ & it includes a scholarship. We're very proud of her. We should hear from a couple of more this spring.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Son is doing pretty well ~~ except for when it comes to dealing with his dad. He's doing well enough in school, but DH never seems to be happy with it, expecting him to to get the same grades as his older sister and to have DH's same math and science abilities. Son is starting to worry about college and what if DH doesn't like his choices. DH keeps pushing him towards medical, engineering, law, etc., but son, while not awful in these areas, leans more towards creative subjects such as art, design, theatre. Son is quite a bit like me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Youngest is growing up so fast. She's reaching that age where she doesn't look so much like a little girl anymore. She does well in school, has a best friend who she likes to hang with as much as possible and is still my snuggle buddy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">DH still travels a lot with work ~~ 1 to 2 weeks most months: Europe, North America, Central America, South America, Asia... There was talk of expanding manufacturing in Europe and moving us there, but so far not.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">And me ~~ I'm still working three days in the office and two days at home. The commute is still killing me. From March until November, most of my route was congested with road work ~~ it typically took 1.5 to 2 hours to get to work or back home again. One day it took three hours to just get to work. Now that winter has arrived, my commute either direction is back down to just over an hour, unless the weather gets bad. So far I've only had one bad snow drive home that took a little over two hours. Anyway, crazy commute means by the time Friday arrives, I am completely knackered. I've been looking around for something else, since I can't afford to just quit, but there's just not much out there ~~ at least not that I can do at least reasonably well.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I promise with the next post I will finish up our vacation story ~~ and maybe even share a few pictures.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-29792093991354458472010-09-13T22:35:00.001-05:002010-09-13T22:35:37.028-05:00What We Did on Our Summer Vacation - Days 5 & 6<i>First, let me say thank you to those who've commented & emailed. I still haven't managed to get my laptop fixed or replaced, and replying to comments with my phone is somewhat difficult.</i><br /><br /><b>Now, on to the vacation...</b><br /><br />*Please note - if you were hoping there'd be more stories of sex & spankings, I'm sorry to disappoint, but Day 4 was it. Read on to find out why.*<br /><br />Day 5 -- The day started off roughly as we were awakened at 3:15 a.m. by the Captain announcing a missing passenger. A few minutes later, another message that all was well.<br /><br />We woke up for real about 7:45. DH and I wished each other Happy Anniversary (17 years). Then went up with the kids to watch our arrival into Cabo San Lucas before breakfast. Sitting was uncomfortable <img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/e/58389.gif' border='0' align='left' /><br /><br />After breakfast, we took a tender to shore. Someone was feeding fish by the docks - we saw lots of different types of fish, including "Gil" from "Finding Nemo."<br /><br />For $10 each we got an hour long boat ride from the marina, out around Land's End, into the Pacific and back, stopping to look at wildlife (sea lions, pelicans, other birds, fish, sting rays) and landscape (arches, caves, beaches) and people enjoying the area (snorkelers, kayakers, parasailers, jet skiers). We then took a water taxi to beaches across the harbor where we had lunch and the kids played. <br /><br />Once back on the ship, DH arranged for son to have a phone call with his girlfriend; girls and I headed to pools; and DH napped.<br /><br />Shortly after the ship left Cabo, already later than scheduled, I heard an announcement: "Alpha alpha alpha sportsdeck." It was repeated 3-4 times, very calmly. It was obvious that something major had happened on the sportsdeck. About 15 minutes later the Captain announced that a passenger had broken her foot 'quite badly' and we would be returning to Cabo as she needed hospital care. Once she was off the ship, we continued on to Mazatlan.<br /><br />I went back to our cabin to get out of my swimsuit and shower before dinner. DH was on the bed watching sports. I offered him a blowjob, but he wasn't interested. Also asked if he was coming to dinner, but he had other plans. So I changed, lotioning my sunburned areas, and he left to watch sports, drink and smoke. <br /><br />It was now dinnertime, on our anniversary, and no sign of DH; I went to find the kids so I wouldn't have to eat alone. Found the girls sitting with their feet in a hot tub. No sign of the boy. Had dinner and dessert with the girls. While I was enjoying a cup of tea, the boy came in and I sat with him while he ate. We just sat for a while talking about all sorts of things while the restaurant closed around us. <br /><br />On the way back to our cabin, I met up with DH and we went together to our room. Let's be clear that all free dining was now closed, and I think all the paid dining as well, so there was no possibility of an anniversary dinner. I laid down for a bit as my stomach was suddenly upset. But DH was keen on going out drinking, with or without me, so he left me lying there sick in bed and out he went. Eventually, I fell asleep.<br /><br /><br />Day 6 -- I was awakened out of a deep sleep at 2:30 a.m. by DH. He wanted to know if I wanted to come join him and his new friends in the hot tubs. I was so angry. He was obviously drunk and didn't care what I was feeling. I kept telling him no, he kept pushing; finally we hung up. I couldn't get back to sleep and was still awake sometime later when he came to the room. He turned on lights, left the bathroom door open so I could hear everything that happened in there. Then he crawled into bed, reeking of alcohol, and began to snore. I finally fell back into a restless sleep.<br /><br />I was lying in bed, awake, well before 8 a.m. when the Captain announced our arrival in Mazatlan. I got up about 8:30, trying not to disturb DH, thinking I'd just go get breakfast by myself. Only he decided to get up to. I really was not in the mood.<br /><br />Called the kids and told them to get ready. Youngest came over to our cabin and we were all out on the balcony. We didn't hear the older two knock at our door. They thought we left without them so headed to the restaurant on their own. DH said "Let's go" so youngest and I left, thinking he was right behind us. He wasn't.<br /><br />We got to the cafe and found the other two holding a table. DH stormed in, glaring at us and sat elsewhere. I sat there while the kids got food; I was no longer hungry. DH left without a word or look. I burst into tears.<br /><br />While the kids went to their cabin, I went to get a coffee and find info on Mazatlan. When I returned to our cabin, DH was just lying on the bed watching TV. I changed and went to the kids room. It was pretty clear we weren't going ashore.<br /><br />Kids and I hung out by pools until lunch time. No sign of DH anywhere.<br /><br />After lunch, the kids went off on their own and I headed back to the cabin. I wanted to nap, but DH was there, sleeping, on my side of the bed. I ended up on the couch, watching TV 'til I fell asleep.<br /><br />I was already awake when the Captain's announcement that we were leaving Mazatlan woke DH up. With a sarcastic 'what a great day' he went out on the balcony, closing the curtains behind him. I got up, dressed, did hair and makeup; he still hadn't come back in. I went up to watch the departure and maybe see the sunset.<br /><br />Had dinner with the kids again. Then went to the adult area and enjoyed the hot tub, chatting with the others there. DH walked by, and even though I tried to talk to him, he barely acknowledged me.<br /><br />Around 11, discovered that the youngest wasn't feeling well. Feverish, sore throat, ear pain. I took her to the midnight buffet to try to get her to eat a little, then to my cabin where we snuggled before I tucked her into bed about 12:45.<br /><br />I noticed son wasn't in the cabin and as ship-imposed curfew was 1, I went to find him. He was at the buffet. He'd had some food, done some dancing, until<br />His dad found him and decided to unload on him how awful and ungrateful we all are and how he (DH) never does anything wrong. Son wasn't ready to go to bed, so we went to the Promenade and just sat for a while, not really talking, until he was ready to head to head to his cabin.<br /><br />I then climbed into my own empty bed.<br /><br /><br />~~ just a few more days to go<br /><br />~hugs~<br />Robin<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-3161446348034242952010-08-14T22:52:00.001-05:002010-08-14T22:52:15.030-05:00What We Did on Our Summer Vacation, part 2Day 3 -- Morning was unexciting. Packing, dropping off luggage at Terminal, quick drive around San Pedro, then waiting with the kids for what seemed like hours while DH returned rental car.<br />Did overhear one funny bit of conversation~<br />Son (maybe 6 years old) to father wearing pirate hat w/ Jack Sparrow hair: Dad, if you're going to be a pirate, I'm not going to be your friend.<br />Alright, well, we found it funny. <br />Once on board, it took a bit to find our cabins - it was a b-i-g ship. Kids were across the hall from us, in a smaller interior cabin. Which they all felt was grossly unfair.<br />Stood on deck as we set sail, just enjoying the view ~ brought back memories of being on small boats leaving that same harbor. After lunch, we explored a bit, then spent time is the pool & hot tub. After dinner, we all played video games in the arcade.<br />By 9:30 we were all dragging so headed to bed.<br />Gotta say I loved having a balcony. It was fun to leave the curtains & balcony door wide open while changing :-)<br /><br />Day 4 -- We all slept in 'til about 9:30. While eating breakfast we saw sea lions floating by.<br />Spent more time exploring the ship. While in the Photo Gallery, I glanced out a window & saw whales. 3 or 4 of them, coming up to breathe as they swam by, the occasional fluke lift.. They were too far away for me to identify what species, but they did not have prominent dorsal fins (so NOT orcas no matter what my son might say).<br />While the kids went for a swim, DH & I hung out in our cabin for a bit, enjoying the view off our balcony. We even saw several dolphins.<br />Later, the kids & I were on the balcony and noticed several small animals at the front of the ship, but we weren't sure what they were. At first they appeared to be birds as they seemed to be flying away. But then they would dive into the water... Only we never saw them come back to the surface like you'd think a bird would. Flying fish? We went to a lower deck that was open to the outside so se could get a closer look. Yep. Flying fish. We watched for quite a while as it was interesting to see how they flew.<br />We also saw more sea lions floating by.<br />Kids eventually spent more time swimming. We hadn't seen DH since lunch ~ hours earlier. I joined the kids for awhile, then it was time to get ready for Formal Night. Had a wonderful dinner & got a few family photos taken.<br />After dropping the kids back at their cabin, DH & I went out for a couple of drinks before heading to our own cabin to have some fun. DH put on some porn, laid out all the implements & had me get into position, bent over the edge of the bed. He started with his hand (my favorite), then switched things up by also using the evil bathbrush, the flogger, & the leather paddle. He was rather heavy handed at times & I had to struggle not to make too much noise. Soon I was up on the bed, face pressed down into pillows to muffle my cries & moans as he pounded into me, eliciting multiple orgasms. Then more flogging & spanking as I stayed with my ass up & legs spread. DH applied & rubbed oil on my skin & lubed us both in preparation for anal. It didn't take long 'til I was moaning & screaming into the pillows again as orgasm after orgasm flashed through my body. He even reached around to rub my clit & finger my pussy, before gripping my hips tightly in his hands as he thrust harder & faster for his own release. <br />Sated & exhausted, we quickly cleaned up & collapsed into bed.<br /><br />----------------------------------<br /><br />Part 3 coming soon...<br /><br /><br />*hugs*<br />Robin<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-34199422929383567762010-08-11T22:04:00.000-05:002010-08-11T22:04:00.222-05:00What We Did on Our Summer VacationSo a while back I said I would write about our family vacation, a 7-day cruise from Los Angeles (San Pedro) down to Mexico & back.<br /><br />Here's a start:<br /><br />Day 1 -- We flew into Orange County Friday afternoon, staying at a hotel by the Long Beach airport. That first night should have clued me in on how the entire trip would go. <br />After a late family dinner at one of our favorite places, I was hoping for some sex-filled quality time with DH. But there was a game he wanted to watch & a friend he wanted to go out with. By the time the game finished, I was falling asleep. So DH showered & went out. <br />He came back well after 2 a.m., drunk & high. Yes, I said high, as in stood in the mens bathroom with strangers smoking joints. He climbed in the bed & fell asleep. I did not sleep well.<br /><br />Day 2 -- Our 15-year-old son woke us at 8 a.m. because he was bored & hungry. And then because we didn't immediately hop up & fulfill all his wishes, he had a breakdown, yelling, sulking, walking off so we couldn't find him. (It was after we got up but before we got with the kids that DH told me about being too drunk & smoking pot. I was incredibly disappointed in him).<br />I finally managed to 'text' our son down & we went to the Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach. I love this aquarium. When we lived near there, we always had a membership. <br />Considering how the day had started, we all had a really good time. We saw everything, taking all the time we wanted. We held birds, touched sharks & skates & rays & sea urchins & sea hares. In one of the large tanks there was a huge grouper that seemed to be very interested in our youngest, repeatedly swimming up to & past her. At the largest tank, we got to watch divers feeding lettuce to various fish & sea creatures. Our youngest got an upside down high five from one of them.<br />Just a really great time. After 2-1/2 hours we were still reluctant to leave but we wanted to visit some of our old haunts, have lunch & then drive down to Huntington Beach & Laguna Beach. Later, it was back to the hotel & a late dinner at In-n-Out.<br />We did manage to get in a quickie before bed.<br /><br />Side notes -- I'm a west coast girl ~ childhood in the east bay area of California, youth in Washington State, down to southern California after university. It always feels like coming home. The purple blooms of the jacaranda. Palm trees. Bougainvillas. Hibiscus. Ice plants along the freeways.<br />White stucco walls. Red tile roofs.<br />June gloom, which hopefully burns away for at least a few hours before the marine layer rolls back in as the day approaches its end.<br />Standing on cliffs or beaches staring out to sea, watching boats, ships, surfers, gulls, pelicans; hoping to see dolphins swimming by; listening to the waves crash upon rocks or shush over the sand; salty air blowing & coating skin and hair.<br />Even after 8 years away, I miss it horribly & always suffer homesickness even after just a short visit.<br />~sigh~<br /> <br />Someday soon I'll try to get some more posted.<br /><br />P.S. Right now, I can't add pictures as they are all on my malfunctioning laptop & I am writing this on my phone. Hopefully in the not too distant future I'll be able to get some posted.<br /><br />*hugs*<br />Robin<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-43031178718200450292010-07-05T16:42:00.000-05:002010-07-05T16:42:07.226-05:00Just checking in...I know it looks like I've abandoned this blog, but really I haven't... Just haven't a) had much time to get on here, and b) even if I did have time I just haven't felt like I had much to share, especially not anything in line with the title of this blog.<br />
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So, what's been keeping me away, you ask? (I know you're dying with curiousity 0_o)<br />
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*There are two seasons here as far as roads are concerned ~~ winter and road work. As soon as winter ends the road work starts and screws up everything. My commute that used to take just an hour in the morning and an hour and a half in the evening now takes at least an hour and a half in the morning and two hours in the evening. I'm up at 5:30 to leave at 6:30 to hopefully get to work by 8 so I can leave at 4:30 and hopefully be home by 7. As you can see, doesn't leave a lot of time for leisure activities. And it also means most housework and errands get pushed off to the weekends, leaving little fun and/or me time then.<br />
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*Back in March I entered into a depressive period that lasted the better part of a month (if not more; the beginning and end of one of these periods is not cut in stone). DH of course took it all personally and his attitude only served to draw things out even longer. I've since come out of it and am doing fine.<br />
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*I've been having hip and back pain on and off for about a year and a half. Mentioned during my physical last fall; x-rays were taken. The message from the nurse after they were reviewed was that nothing out of the ordinary was seen but if I continued to have problems I might want to consider physical therapy (and the way she said it made me feel like I was being a hypochondriac). Well, with the increase in my commute times, the pain is more frequent and more intense. Plus, I spoke with my younger sister and she shared that she'd been going through the same thing and she had been diagnosed with degeneration at L5 and arthritis of the sacrum. So, back to the doctor. More x-rays, referral to PT and super pain reliever for bedtime. This time the message about the x-rays came from my doctor who said that the x-rays showed the same now as they did in November ~~ a mild curvature (scoliosis) to the left and mild L5-S1 narrowing, consistent with arthritic change. Too bad this wasn't made clear in November. So, anyway, along with lack of time due to long commute, lets throw in pain making me less than interested in computer and/or writing activities.<br />
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*There just have not been a lot of fun and/or play activities to write about. Between my depressive episode, his traveling for work, my aches and pains and exhaustion from work and all, we just have had a really hard time connecting enough for just regular normal vanilla sex, let alone finding time and energy for any level of play. We've averaged about once every 4 to 6 weeks... Just not enough. Although I am sitting here with a nicely sore bottom as I am writing this ;-)<br />
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So, there are a few reasons ~~ not shared as excuses, but as explanations of what's been keeping me away. In fact, I haven't even had the time and inclination to keep up on reading others' blogs ~sigh~<br />
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Twitter keeps me sane :-) And connected with the world.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">*****************************</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Now, at some point I do have a few things to post and share ~~</div><ul><li>Poetry</li>
<li>Drawing</li>
<li>Vacation posts and pictures</li>
<li> Whatever else I can manage to come up with</li>
</ul>Please bear with me as I work my way back to blogging. <br />
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<a href="http://wp.me/pMTzt-3H" target="_blank">15 minute phone sex</a><br />
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<b>Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships</b><br />
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<a href="http://femmefataleteen.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-was-raped.html" target="_blank">I Was Raped</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.dick-n-jane.com/2010/03/someone-elses-shoes-dick.html" target="_blank">Someone Else's Shoes</a><br />
<a href="http://theybelongtous.wordpress.com/2010/03/16/sex-isnt-everything/" target="_blank">Sex Isn't Everything</a><br />
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<a href="http://andeatingit2.com/2010/03/13/vibrant-woman-or-live-masturbation-sleeve/" target="_blank">Vibrant Woman or Live Masturbation Sleeve</a><br />
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<b>Kink & Fetish</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.nymphetaminekiss.com/2010/03/little-girls-need-for-submission.html" target="_blank">A Little Girl's Need for Submission</a><br />
<a href="http://sweatshopsissy.com/index.php/2010/03/are-you-done-yet/" target="_blank">Are You Done Yet?</a><br />
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<a href="http://onesubsmission.blogspot.com/2010/03/bruises.html" target="_blank">Bruises</a><br />
<a href="http://bentbear.wordpress.com/2010/03/13/determined-to-bin/" target="_blank">Determined to bind</a><br />
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<ul><li><i>Do I really get aroused from "these things we do" ~~ spanking, flogging, bondage, etc.?</i></li>
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<ul><li><i>Why do I get aroused from them?</i></li>
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Now, that first one is quick and easy to answer ~~ Absolutely, yes, I get aroused from all of the above. There is ample physical evidence to support this ~~ we both have felt how swollen and wet I get from our activities. We can easily go straight from spanking to fucking without there having been any direct stimulation of my clit or pussy, and I will quickly have multiple orgasms. Seems pretty obvious, doesn't it.<br />
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The second question is much more difficult to answer. Not because I have no idea, but because finding the words that might adequately express my thoughts and feelings is not always an easy task. But I tried. Now in the spirit of full disclosure, let me just add here that I had already been flogged, spanked, cropped and caressed for about half an hour earlier that evening, and had just had a mint chocolate martini. So I was feeling warm and fuzzy, inside and out.<br />
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I started by explaining that I felt there were three components to it ~~ physical, mental, and emotional ~~ and that they were all interconnected. I tend to picture it as a type of triskele or triskelion:<br />
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Three points all joined at their bases, but also connected by the neverending circle that flows from one to the other then the next, continuously.<br />
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Anyway... <br />
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<b>Emotionally ~~</b><br />
<ul><li>Trust. I am trusting him to do what he will without causing irreparable damage. I am also trusting that he is truthful when he tells me that he is enjoying all this, too, and not just because I want it or because it's what he thinks I want to hear.</li>
<li>Love. Through this give-and-take, our love for each other has strengthened and deepened. I may not feel gushy feelings of love as he's actively beating my ass, but afterwords, as we're basking in the glow, yes, I feel great love for him.</li>
<li>Passion. Sharing this with him, my submission to his dominance, has increased the passion we feel for one another, in the moment, and outside of it. We have come to know and understand each other better, and that has allowed us to share even more of ourselves with each other ~~ our hopes, dreams, fantasies ~~ without repurcussion.</li>
<li>Surprise</li>
<li>Wonder</li>
<li>Amusement</li>
<li>Happiness</li>
<li>Completion</li>
<li>Caring</li>
<li>Affection</li>
</ul>Well, I think you get the idea ~~ there are so many emotions tied into it that there's no way I could adequately list and explain each one. Just know that because of these things we do, our emotional relationship, in and out of the bedroom, has improved in all these areas.<br />
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<b>Mentally ~~</b><br />
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This is a little harder, as the difference between mental and emotional, as I see them, is not always easy to explain. While there can be thoughts tied to emotions and emotions tied to thoughts, their processes aren't the same. One is feeling, the other is thinking. So this piece has to do with the actual thought processes that are involved.<br />
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The largest mental aspect for me is the whole submission thing. I'm actively choosing to give up control to my husband, at least in certain circumstances. We have taken the time to discuss our wants and needs, to express our thoughts on what we want our relationship to be, what works for us. Yes, emotions underlie all this, but we are using logic and reason to work out the details.<br />
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<b>Physically ~~</b><br />
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This is perhaps the easiest part for me to explain. There is the pain, of course. I'm being hit with all sorts of implements in all sorts of ways ~~ hard, soft, stingy, thuddy, fast, slow, rhythmic, chaotic, here, then there... And I am finding that in certain situations, pain is wonderful. But them, it doesn't stay pain. It morphs into a wave of heat, spreading out from the point of impact, and eventually suffusing my entire body. And when that heat reaches my pussy, it increases the arousal that has already been fed by the emotional and mental components.<br />
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I think a good comparison would be fireworks. The strike is the equivalent of the mortar exploding in the air. Watching, we don't know where exactly that's going to happen nor what form exactly the fireworks will take ~~ large and rapidly spreading; a dripping cascade of sparkles; red, gold, silver, blue, green, purple; up high or down low; individually or a multitude overlapping without rhythm or pattern... And the submissive or bottom, likewise, doesn't know which implement, where it will strike, nor what force will be behind the strike. But we know it's coming, we expect it. And then the fireworks appear/the pain becomes spreading heat and we are mesmerized by the experience.<br />
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And when DH gets a good rhythm going, particularly with the flogger ~~ an even pace, consistency with the force ~~ it's so very, very hypnotic, and I find myself drifting away on the sensations, floating, thoughtless... Subspace? I think so, but it really doesn't matter what I or anyone else might call it. All that matters is how it makes me feel.<br />
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Now, I don't know what anyone reading this might think or feel about what I've shared here, whether there is agreement or disagreement. But I do know that DH was moved by what I expressed to him that night. So moved in fact, that he was ready to head home right then to spend some time on these things we do.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-61914001940664663822010-02-10T23:12:00.000-06:002010-02-10T23:12:14.563-06:00Making Up is Fun to do...All this happened way back on the 16th.<br />
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We started the morning with a very enjoyable quickie before getting up and having at the day. We had thought about going to the club but by the time the evening rolled around I was just too darn tired for the long drive there and back (DH got a chance to nap while I didn't as I was too busy taking care of kids and stuff). We did decide to go out locally, so we showered and dressed ~~ I did leave my panties off, something I've been doing a lot lately.<br />
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We have just a few places we like to hang out. The one we chose this night was not too far and we knew it to have good food, good drinks and a comfortable atmosphere. DH decided he'd be the designated driver instead of having to worry about getting a taxi, so while he just had soda and water, I enjoyed a flight of 3 mini martinis. They were very good and it was easy to space them out over the course of our evening. The restaurant menu had recently been revamped. Oh my, some of those appetizers were so good, I almost want to describe them as orgasmic the blending of flavors was soooo good.<br />
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We didn't stay out too long. It was just about midnight when we got home ~ I was seriously yawning the whole drive home. While DH made sure the house was locked up for the night, I headed upstairs to change. I got only my socks and pants off before DH entered the bathroom. He enjoyed the view of my bare bottom peeking out from under my shirt so much that he bent me over the counter and started in with a hand spanking right then and there. After just a few spanks, he pressed his already hard cock up against me.<br />
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"See, I <b>do</b> like spanking you." I moaned and wiggled against him in agreement.<br />
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A few more hand spanks and caresses and he reached for one of the wooden hairbrushes. They were both originally bought for spanking purposes, but have more often been used for hairbrushing. A few swats with that, then he turned and saw the evil bath brush by the tub. I cringed and pleaded a little ~~ that thing really stings.<br />
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But you know what? DH has been paying attention and learning. It used to be that spankings felt more punishing than erotic as he would attack my bottom and whale away at me with full force. Not something I could take for too long, nor fully enjoy. I don't know if he's been reading or watching videos or what, but his methods have clearly changed. He tempered the blows but increased the total area covered. I know I much prefer sighing and moaning in arousal and pleasure than shrieking in agony.<br />
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Something else happened during this spanking that has never happened before ~~ bleeding. Not a lot, just a lot of little bloody speckles all over. It didn't feel any different and neither of us freaked out over it, just noted it in an 'oh, well, that's new' way and continued with what we were doing. In retrospect, I think if I had reacted all squeed out by it, that then DH might have freaked.<br />
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It was interesting being bent over the counter facing the mirror. I could watch DH as he planned and delivered each blow ~~ something I've never been able to do before. I'm sure he was watching me and my reactions as well.<br />
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After a bit of this, we moved into the bedroom where I was blindfolded and my hands were bound behind my back. DH had me bend over the side of the bed and wait while he got everything ready. I don't know exactly what implements he used on me... I know for sure his hand and the flogger, and I think maybe the crop... But I was sinking further into subspace with each blow. There was a definite hypnotic quality to it. I'd feel the sting or thud, then follow the pain as it morphed into heat and sank into my body. I was aware of, could feel my swollen dripping wet arousal ~~ for a while. Then I was just lost in the hypnotic repeat of pain then heat, pain then heat...<br />
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Through the haze, I heard DH moving things around, getting things ready for the next stage by putting the throe down in front of the fireplace.<br />
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Coming back over to me, he told me to stand. I need his help as I was feeling kind of fuzzy and dizzy. I helped me and guided me to the throe then instructed me to kneel. As soon as I was settled, he guided his hard cock into my waiting mouth. He kept me blindfolded the entire time, but did at some point loose my hands, although I was to keep them down and not use them during the blowjob.<br />
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It didn't seem too long before I was told to turn around and present myself to him ~~ on all fours, backed curved down to push up my ass, legs spread. This is his absolute favorite position to see me in.<br />
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And the fucking began. I was so aroused from everything that had already happened that it wasn't long before the first of many orgasms flooded through my body. DH rubbed massage oil into my ass and applied more hand spanks as he fucked me. I enjoyed orgasm after orgasm, moaning and screaming into the throe, feeling the force and depth of each thrust, until finally I heard his breathing change signaling that he was on the verge of his own orgasm. And I felt the liquid heat as he filled my pussy with his cum. I always smile with love and satisfaction when I feel or see him come. I love knowing that I have contributed to him feeling such pleasure.<br />
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He collapsed down next me, removing my blindfold. We just lay there for a few minutes, relaxing in the afterglow. For some reason, he still finds it hard to believe that I can orgasm that hard and that many times from intercourse when he didn't spend any time touching me or giving me an orgasm by hand or mouth beforehand. You'd think he'd have it figured out by now...<br />
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Anyway, we rested for a few minutes, then cleaned everything up and crawled into bed. I could definitely feel the heat and tenderness of my well beaten bum as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning, after a nice quickie, I checked in the mirror and there was still quite a bit of redness, some tenderness to the touch, and a little fine scabbing, but amazingly I never did develop any major marking (bruises) from that spanking.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-67632529540023491402010-02-01T11:12:00.000-06:002010-02-01T11:12:25.439-06:00Microfantasy Monday ~~ Books (1)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Microfantasy Monday is the brainchild of Ang of <a href="http://swelteringcelt.com/">Sweltering Celt</a>.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Robin! You get your ass up here right now!" His voice echoed through the house.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>~Oh, god, what now~ </i>I thought as I followed the audible trail of his angry muttering up the stairs and into our bedroom, where I found him standing in my closet. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"What the hell! Where did all these books come from? Look at this," waving a bookstore bag and receipt in my face, "you just bought these last week. I clearly remember telling you 'no more books', at least not without checking with me first. And I also clearly recall you agreeing to this rule, however reluctantly. Didn't you?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Without moving my eyes from his, I slowly nodded in agreement. I did remember him telling me he didn't want me buying any more books, and that there would be 'consequences' if I did. But, while he always threatened consequences, there never were any, and after a month of no book purchases, and no questioning from him on whether I was following the rule, I just figured he had forgotten, again, and didn't really care. So, I went to the bookstore, planning just to get two books by authors I like, but instead, as usual, I found many more I just <b>had</b> to have. Of course, I knew better than to just leave them lying around, so I put them in my closet thinking he'd never see them there.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Apparently, I was wrong.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"These books are going back to the store. Uh uh, don't even try to say anything right now. I am so pissed. Pissed that you would go and do something I specifically told you not to. And it's so obvious you were trying to hide these from me too." He advanced towards me, forcing me to back out of the closet and into our bedroom.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He was shaking, he was so angry.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I am too angry to deal with you now. I'm going out for a while, but when I come back, there will be a punishment for breaking the rule. You will stay here in our room until that time. And I will be checking." And with that, he stormed out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He returned about an hour later, still angry and upset, but much calmer than when he had left.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I've thought about this, a lot. You've said often that you'd like more of a DD aspect to our marriage. I haven't wanted to, but I feel like you've pushed me to this. I asked you to follow one simple rule ~ do not buy any books ~ and not only did you buy books but you deliberately tried to hide that from me. I honestly feel that this is the only way you will truly listen to me." He closed and locked the bedroom door, closed the curtains, and turned up the volume on the TV. "Remove all your clothes and stand in that corner."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I slowly and fearfully did as instructed. While in the corner I could hear him moving around, obviously setting things up for my punishment. I figured spanking, but with which implement, how many, how long... We'd never done this for anything but play...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"Come to the bed and lean over the side."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sitting on the bed were not only <b>all</b> our standard implements, but also the books I had bought. I could hardly move... but I managed to get into position.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">"I think we'll start with 10 per side with each implement, including each of the books you bought, then I'll see if I think you need more. You will stay in position and you will count out each strike. Ready..."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>And with full force, he began...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-28969638309508044942010-02-01T09:35:00.000-06:002010-02-01T09:35:20.841-06:00Quite a Bit Going OnSince DH and I have made up, there has been quite a bit going on. And to make sure I remember everything so I have something to write about here, I've taken to carrying a journal around with me and just jotting things down.<br />
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<b>1-18-10 (noted on):</b><br />
<ul><li>I asked DH if he'd like to try fisting me sometime. He's definitely interested. Not sure when we'll actually try. (<i>There was a surprise attempt; plan to write it up later)</i></li>
<li>Rope play ~~ he's expressed an interest in trying this <i>(maybe it was the pictures at the BDSM club ~~ I noticed him really looking at them). </i>Told him a local online friend would be happy to demonstrate on me :-) Also told him about a couple of websites he/we could check out.</li>
<li>While waiting at the orthodontist, read an interesting article in Newsweek. <a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/229957">The Conservative Case for Gay Marriage by Theodore B. Olson</a>. <i>Very interesting and well written. It's refreshing to see an acknowledged conservative calmly and rationally refute all the irrational conservative arguments against it.</i> <i>In case you can't tell, I'm all for gay marriage. Actually people in any sort of committed loving consensual relationship should be allowed to have the legal recognition that a marriage certificate brings, even if they don't have one ~~ gay, straight, poly, etc. ~~ health care coverage, tax breaks, recognition as family during emergencies, and so on.</i> <i>The world needs more love, in all it's many permutations, and not more intolerance and downright hate. My great uncle is gay ~~ I remember meeting him and his partner as a young child then again as a teen and nobody every treated it as odd. I had gay, lesbian, and bi- friends in college ~~ dormmates and roommates. I never felt uncomfortable around them or felt that there was anything 'wrong' with them. Sure, some I liked better than others, but you can say that about anybody, regardless of sexual orientation. This is a big reason I left the religion I grew up in ~~ very upset by their very public opposition to gay marriage.</i></li>
</ul><b>Wednesday 01-20-10:</b><br />
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I woke up on the 20th with an extremely painful left eye. Upper and lower lids were swollen, eye itself felt hot, burning, scratchy. There was constant pain, running, extreme light sensitivity. And it also affected my right eye, making doing anything at all extremely difficult. (Did you know that tear ducts drain into nasal passages? Me neither. Until along with the runny left eye, I had a runny left nostril). Oh, and to top it off, although I am right-handed, I am left-eyed, so my poor, less good, right eye was having to do all the work ~~ it was not happy. And funny thing, I actually had a dream about my eye hurting, and I got up, went into the bathroom and was pulling balls of lint out of my eye :-/<br />
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DH stayed home with me. Took YC to school then took me to the doctor. Doctor took a look at my eye, said she didn't have the necessary equipment to really look at it and made me an appointment with and ophthalmologist later that day. Between appointments, DH needed to stop by the office and then we went to lunch. During the drive, I glanced over at DH to find him grinning. Here's what he was thinking:<br />
<ul><li>What if I get any eyepatch?</li>
<li>I would look like a pirate...</li>
<li>I could dress up like a pirate... (he then commented, "Too bad I'm not more submissive. You could be a pirate queen...)</li>
<li>Thoughts of me dressed in my maid costume...</li>
<li>Leading to thoughts of what he likes to do to me when I'm a 'maid'</li>
</ul>Finally saw the ophthalmologist. My eye was feeling much better at this point, but still obviously not normal. He took a look, removed some fibers and found that I had an infected scratch over my iris, kind of close to the pupil. I have no idea how this happened ~~ injuries of this sort are most commonly seen with contact wearers and I don't wear contacts. I was given antibiotic eye drops and sent on my way.<br />
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Thursday it was better, but still too bad for me to make the long drive into work. I worked a little bit from home, but was so exhausted and maybe slightly feverish that I spent most of the day napping and resting. That night, DH and I held hands and snuggled a bit while watching TV. When I turned onto my left side to sleep, his hand drifted to my bottom and rested there. I reached back to continue holding hands and he told me he was happy holding my butt. So, lots of loving touches, but I was just too tired and sick for sex ~~ and he didn't push. However, when I thanked him for taking such good care of me, he told me I owe him a blowjob. :-D<br />
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Friday I went into work. My eye was better, but still red and the upper lid was still a little swollen. It was really freaking my boss out ~~ he told me he couldn't even look at it, had to make sure he was looking at my other eye when talking to me.<br />
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Saturday was filled with errands ~~ car needed service, needed to pick up prescription and get drops to soothe my poor overworked right eye (while at Walgreen's, son managed to drop a spill a gallon of tea on the floor). Then it was nap time to rest up for our night out (which deserves a post of it's own).<br />
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Sunday was a day of rest, especially resting and recovering from the night before. The biggest thing of the day was a conference call with my sister and youngest brother ~~ our dad left everything to us in an FLP, with the oldest brother as GM. We think he's been less than honest in his dealings and when we politely asked him for more details, he threw a tantrum and said he wanted out. So now we're trying to come up with a plan that is fair for everyone, and he just keeps pushing and asking for way more than his share is worth. It's frustrating. We don't want to get attorneys involved, but we may have to. And he's the one who will lose everything if we have to do that as he relies solely on the family business for his income while all the rest of us have jobs and just enjoy getting a little extra money during the year.<br />
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This past week, I worked everyday, my eye is almost 100% again (just seems to tire easy and my poor overworked right eye does, too), and DH's mother, father, and youngest sister arrived Thursday for a week-long stay.<br />
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I hope to get at least one other post up this week....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-18877064887827908972010-01-30T12:06:00.000-06:002010-01-30T12:06:32.590-06:00How things are nowDH and I have I think worked this out. There is no doubt that he overreacts and exaggerates but he is not physically violent, did not call me names (although he has in the past) nor threaten me with any harm other than the potential for separating.<br />
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Analyst that I am *grin*, I did some calculations. DH and I have an 'upset' every few months. They usually last for 4-5 days at the most. So figure maybe a month per year when we aren't getting along ~~ this still means that more than 90% of the time we are getting along swimmingly <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Smile" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" /></a><br />
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Of course, while we're in the midst of it, it does seem like the end, and I do use this blog to let feelings out... Sorry for any worries or concerns I caused any of you. <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="I'm sorry" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/23/23_29_104.gif" /></a><br />
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After a few days of not talking except for what was necessary to take care of home and children, late last Friday while in bed watching TV before sleep, we talked it out. He turned to me and expressed that he wanted to get this worked out before he left on his business trip because he didn't want to leave with things still unresolved between us (plus he wanted to have some good make up sex <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Rolling Eyes" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_16.gif" /></a>).<br />
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So...<br />
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He took a little thing I did out of friendship and instead of immediately asking me about it, let it stew and build in his mind until it was a H-U-G-E issue. And then he erupted. Yelled, screamed, said all sorts of things, and then shut himself off from me. Then he was apparently just waiting for me to apologize...<br />
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Thing is, I did apologize during the heated discussion ~~ only he was so worked up, he didn't hear me, at all. Also, my apology was not for what I had done (as there was nothing intrinsically wrong with that), but for not thinking beforehand about how he might feel about it and for the fact that my actions hurt his feelings. I was truly sorry for that.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">What it comes down to at the most basic level is that we just do not communicate the same (you'd think we'd have it down after all these years). I prefer to be addressed directly. If you have a concern or have a question, I don't always understand what you're going for if you express it indirectly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Example: DH says, "That person sure flirts a lot, don't they." I answer, "Yes, they do." What he's really asking is, "This person flirts a lot. Do they flirt with you? Do you flirt back?" And I was in trouble for not recognizing the unsaid portion of his question *rolling eyes* </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Turns out, he also likes to hear the little details of my interactions, in real life and on-line. Where I'm going, where I've been, who I've talked to, who's talked to me, what we've talked about, etc. And when I don't share and he sees/hears/reads, etc. something I've been up to that I didn't tell him directly, he starts feeling like I'm hiding things from him. Even though I'm not. It's just that some interactions are so brief, and such a small portion of my day, that, while they are important to me, I just don't ever think that they are important enough to always share. Sure, he likes to share details with me about things that happen on his nights out (where he goes, who he talks with, what they talk about, etc.), but I don't ask him to, and quite frankly, I don't really need to hear about it. But, he feels better if he shares, and he also feels that if someone brings it up later and he's already told me about it, I won't feel blindsided.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So, he holds all his worries in until they just erupt and then he says crazy things that he doesn't really mean just to hurt me, but because of my nature, I believe, and then I go a little crazy, too, worrying about my future and our family's future. I've explained this to him, telling him that things would go much better if the moment he finds something that disturbs him, he would just come to me and calmly state the situation, then really listen while I respond. I'm not saying we'd never have disagreements or upsets, but things could definitely be handled better.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I know people have expressed concerns that they see characteristics in how I've described DH that are commonly seen in abusive, controlling people. Possibly... But I'm sure people also see signs of neuroses, depression and all sorts of other things in me, just from what I've written. But these possible characteristics are only a small part of the whole ~~ and most people have small bits of such 'negative' traits in them, they just keep them controlled or hidden so that they rarely if ever appear. And when they do appear, they are only evident for a short while, then get pushed down again. EVERYONE has issues ~~ some people just handle them better.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Also, I happen to like a little bit of possessiveness and control (hellooo, submissive here <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Waving" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_1_202.gif" /></a>). It makes me feel secure and safe to know that he loves and cares for me so much. And a little rule like communicating/sharing more with him is definitely doable. We spent so many years where we just lived in the same house, when we lived constantly with doubts about our feelings for each other, with no passion, that I can live with the occasional upset ~~ especially when the outcome is that we understand one another better and become closer.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As a closing note, things have been VERY good since we made up. There has been sexting, sexy phone calls, sexy emails, flowers out of the blue, intense D/s activity, lots and lots of sex, and of course TALKING.<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Couples" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_18.gif" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-48995894361006882112010-01-15T19:10:00.000-06:002010-01-15T19:10:52.757-06:00Grace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikANK4wznzTqDZo34pOXBD3D9Wyf-IR6PwhBW1anW00YTP8cDB28ORzemmRnyMxC6HC38EtrL6AOJv4a1-L__kDdGZjOhJNK6j6B-uN_Br5ElcToEd4KtRtdSuNelEceS3BXBWosGOruVC/s1600-h/pink-ribbon-breast-cancer-awareness-poster-c12330381.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikANK4wznzTqDZo34pOXBD3D9Wyf-IR6PwhBW1anW00YTP8cDB28ORzemmRnyMxC6HC38EtrL6AOJv4a1-L__kDdGZjOhJNK6j6B-uN_Br5ElcToEd4KtRtdSuNelEceS3BXBWosGOruVC/s320/pink-ribbon-breast-cancer-awareness-poster-c12330381.jpg" /></a><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grace of <a href="http://ca-girl.blogspot.com/">a day in the life</a> received some very scary news today. She had a biopsy and the results are positive for breast cancer.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grace and her family need all the prayers and good thoughts we can give them.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">~hugs~<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Robin<br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-1815784598813793982010-01-06T17:11:00.000-06:002010-01-06T17:11:57.362-06:00So we survived the holidays. So many days of forced togetherness, as a couple and a family, has been known to take its toll on us. But we made it.<br />
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Until I did something, again, that I did out of friendship and niceness, that has angered DH, again.<br />
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I have no idea where things go from here, again.<br />
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It's clear he cannot accept me as I am, and no matter what I or others say, doesn't feel I can be trusted (I feel like a broken record here, but let me state, once again, that I have NEVER cheated on him, in the real world or on line ~~ and I have never had any desire to).<br />
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I have packed up all the toys, stowing them away out of sight ~~ there's no point now at having them at hand in the bedside table.<br />
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I have looked into moving out, but I have not been financially wise over the years (just two bills each month that eat up over 1/2 my pay) nor do I make a large salary, and there is no way I can afford a place even just for me. At least not anywhere near here and there is no way I will abandon my children or pull them out of the schools and away from their friends. Our separation would be disruptive enough without all that. He has suggested doing something like Jon & Kate ~~ the kids stay put while we rotate in and out of the house ~~ but I don't see how we could financially swing that. Rent on two places plus the mortgage? How much is a week in a residence hotel...<br />
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This is just so hard. When things are good, they are very good. But then something happens (usually something that seems small to me) and he just loses it. Not physically or violently, but emotionally and mentally. He closes himself off, letting his thoughts run wild and it all festers until it comes exploding out. I've learned that fighting back doesn't help ~~ and I don't like the person I become, the things I say and do when I react to his anger with more anger. It just leads to things getting even more out of control. So I back off, withdraw, give him his space, let him say what he needs to say, only responding to direct questions or to call him out on his exaggerations.<br />
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Eventually we get past it, at least on the surface, but each time it gets harder and harder, the wounds are reopened and deepened and don't seem to completely heal. And I relax, start feeling secure in our relationship, then I do something, again.<br />
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And sometimes, the information I get from him is conflicting. He tells me it's okay to meet people, but when I start to I'm told 'no not them' or that it's okay only in certain circumstances. I wanted to do NaNoWriMo this year. I went to a couple of group meetings, but was given the 3rd degree each time. He tells me he loves my creativity and that if I want to write I should, but then when I try to take the time to write he gets upset that I am taking the time. So something is okay, until he feels threatened by it, then instead of calmly and clearly stating his change of mind he loses it. Definitely makes things difficult and increases tensions.<br />
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I know you get only one side here. Please don't think he's a bad man. He works hard to support us financially, he does cooking and housework, he's intelligent and can be very fun to be with. He tries his best to do what is right for his family.<br />
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And, in case you hadn't figured it out, I am not perfect. I am not a good cook and prefer not to cook at all unless I have to. I am not a good housekeeper (although when I was a SAHM I was better) ~~ there are always other things I would rather be doing than cleaning house. I am a bit of a pack rat, but try to keep my stuff in only a few mostly out of sight locations (I am getting better with this, going through things every few months and tossing LOTS, but I don't think it will ever be good enough for him). I can be selfish, unaware, closed off, lazy... I am seriously overweight, but never seem to be able to keep consistently with exercising and healthy eating (emotional and binge eater here).<br />
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What it all comes down to.... I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-48847944755914853142009-12-15T11:23:00.001-06:002009-12-15T11:23:00.399-06:00Just a bunch of miscellaneous stuff<img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /> <b>FetLife Contest</b> ~~ In case you haven't heard about it yet, FetLife is having a holiday giveaway. "Have you been naughty or nice this year? We're giving away 218 presents, worth almost $25,000. <a href="http://fetlife.com/sit_on_santas_lap">Tell Santa what you want</a>." I've looked over the list and made my 3 choices. Lots of good stuff to choose from ~~ it was hard to pick just three. The contest ends January 4, 2010, so you still have plenty of time to enter. (I can be found on there as RobinRB, but I'm not very active).<br />
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<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /></a> <b>Blowjobs/deepthroating</b> ~~ If you've been reading here a while, you may have noticed that blowjobs are very much part of our regular sex life. And while they definitely don't happen every time, they certainly occur more often than spankings or other kink.<br />
As far as I can tell, DH is average in length and girth, with a pronounced head, but unfortunately, I have a <i><b>very</b></i> sensitive gag reflex. DH would love to be able to just fuck my mouth with complete abandon, but the result of that would definitely stop the fun for the evening. So, while he would love to call all the shots, guide me with my hair wrapped around his hand, the truth is that I kind of have to be the one calling the shots ~~ even when I am bound and kneeling at his feet. I like to mix up the action with sucking, licking, fast & shallow movement, slow & deep movement, random movement of my mouth around his penis, and the occasional teeth scrape (before anyone out there cringes at this, DH absolutely loves it when I do this, and in fact, I never would have thought to do it as I've read that most men do not like this, but he asked me to, so I do).<br />
Just recently, I've tried to take him even deeper. This requires a lot of lubrication, slow breathing, and patience, on both our parts. I have noticed it becoming easier, and I swear I have been able to feel him all the way into my throat. It's an interesting feeling.<br />
You may have noticed that sometimes we use flavored oils. This is not because we need to ~~ I think a nice clean cock is wonderful ~~ but if that's what DH wants... He's also pretty good about keeping his hair trimmed up so I'm not choking on them.<br />
Also, DH does not care to come in my mouth. There have been times when I knew he was tired and just wanted to pleasure him, without him feeling like he needed to do anything with me. This usually consists of me giving him a full body massage and then going down on him while he lies on his back. I offer to let him just lie there, but no, when it comes to that time, he would much rather get up and pound into me. Not that I'm complaining <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Dumb" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_6.gif" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /></a> <b>Lack of sensuality/eroticism during floggings </b>~~ So, perhaps you've seen my recent posts about flogging... and while I am greatly enjoying this new activity, something is missing.... I think DH is focusing so much on his form and aim that he sometimes forgets that this is supposed to be an erotic and arousing activity. I wish he would reach out and touch me more between strokes, or drape and drag the lashes of the flogger over my body... Obviously, something I need to talk to him about...<br />
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<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /></a> <b>Safeword </b>~~ Now, I'm sure some of you out there are not going to be happy with this, but DH and I do not have any safeword system in place - yet. Frankly, we've never needed one. I've never felt like we reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore and needed him to stop, or at least pause for a break or adjustment. However, I ran into an issue recently during a flogging where my position was causing my calves to cramp. Before I reached the critical point, he finished up and I was able to move and the issue was fixed. But it did cause me to bring it up later that evening. We don't have any word(s) in place yet, but we will before the next spanking, flogging, or whatever.<br />
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<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /></a> <b>Birthday text from my brother</b> ~~ I know this is completely off topic, especially when compared to all of the above, but it's been bothering me for days. One of my brothers texted me for my birthday:<br />
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him: Happy happy birthday to you from me, just imagine the singing. <br />
Hope you are having a great birthday really older sister<br />
Me: What's with the 'really'? I'm 29 (& holding) which makes me younger than you (winking smiley face)<br />
him: That's right I am aging gracefully and not like a stuborn old mule<br />
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I chose not to respond to that last one, but it really bothered me. I would have that the winking smiley face would have been a good indicating that I was being silly. But even if he didn't catch that, I think his response was a little bit harsh, don't you?<br />
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<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /></a> <b>Not moving out of position </b>~~ We don't do a lot of actual bondage. There's been the occasional time when I've been tied to the bed, and most recently the use of the collar/cuff set... but other than that, Nope. I'd like to try some, have DH learn how to do some rope bondage, see how it feels to be really bound.<br />
But as a tool during spanking or flogging, something to keep me in place, so far, we don't need anything like that. I don't need to be restrained. I just don't seem to be one of those people who needs to be held into position. Sure, I wiggle, I may arch up or kick a foot up, but I've never actually gotten completely out of position. I don't even throw my hands back to try to protect my bottom. Don't know why ~~ I just don't. And before anyone thinks I haven't been hit hard enough, DH is not known for his warm ups or his gentle blows. There have been some incredibly painful blows, with all sorts of implements, that have left some major marks.<br />
Now, if he wants to bind me into position, I'm not going to complain.<br />
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<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /></a> <b>Fantasizing</b> ~~ What a fun activity... when I'm masturbating or when DH is trying to get me off with his mouth or hand. But when it comes time for me to give him oral or receive a spanking or during intercourse (vaginal or anal), the ability to fantasize flies completely out the window. I am so caught up in the intense physical sensations of the moment that I can barely string two words together (unless they're 'oh, god' or 'oh, fuck' or 'fuck me' or something like those). So when DH tells me it's okay to fantasize... well, it's just not going to happen. <br />
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<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /></a> <b>Pistachios commercial</b> ~~ <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdsAD-sSM4Y">Has anyone seem this commercial</a>? Now, I'll be honest, my firsthand knowledge of Dommes is non-existent, but this just didn't seem right. First of all, they "do it on command." Shouldn't it be more like they "do it with command"? Second, she's wearing a collar and I've always thought those were more of a bottom/submissive/slave thing rather than a Top/Dominant/Master thing. But with my level of knowledge, I could be way off.<br />
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<a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Star" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_4_34.gif" /></a> <b>And finally, just a fun commercial that makes me laugh</b> ~~<br />
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I could see this happening in my family, how about you? <a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Smile" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-85246743153535719732009-12-14T22:30:00.000-06:002009-12-14T22:30:46.340-06:00Microfantasy Monday #58<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Okay, not so micro or so much a fantasy as a story, but here you go... </b></i><br />
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Carl checked his watch again. With traffic the drive home was taking longer than expected, but with any luck he still wouldn't be too late. At least not as late as the last meeting.<br />
Carl slumped down into his seat on the bus. Work had been so stressful lately, ever since the new management with their new processes and procedures had taken over. It seemed that no matter what he did, no matter how many hours he worked, he still couldn't get caught up.<br />
Marie had been patient, so far, but he could see the stresses wearing on her as well. He rarely made it home for dinner lately, and their sex life, well, there wasn't much of one lately. He knew he missed it, missed feeling her body beneath him, missed watching her bottom twitch and redden with each spank, watching her writhe during a flogging. Carl was so tired, his dick didn't even twitch at these erotic thoughts.<br />
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As Carl entered the house, he could see the lights downstairs were dimmed. Walking into the kitchen he saw the the foil wrapped plate on the table. Marie was already upstairs, hopefully not sleeping yet, but probably in bed. Carl had no appetite so simply put the plate in the fridge then trudged upstairs.<br />
Marie was in her robe in bed reading. She looked up as he came in.<br />
"Hi."<br />
"Hi."<br />
"Another stressful day?"<br />
"Umhmm."<br />
"Why don't you go take a shower before bed. I think it will help you relax."<br />
Carl nodded slightly at this suggestion and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.<br />
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He came back into the bedroom about 15 minutes later, feeling if not truly relaxed, at least a little refreshed and ready to sleep. Until he looked at the bed. Laid out, in orderly fashion, were all their implements ~~ the leather paddle, the wood paddle, a hairbrush, the crop, even a cane.<br />
"Whaaaa____?"<br />
Carl stared at Marie.<br />
"Marie... I know we haven't had any fun of this sort, heck, of any sort, in a while, but really, I just can't do this right now. I barely have the energy to crawl into bed; there's no way I can muster up enough to spank you."<br />
"Oh, Carl, my sweet, stressed out Carl," Marie walked to him and gave him a hug. "These aren't for you to spank me, they're for me to spank you."<br />
Carl started out of her arms and backed away.<br />
"You've been so stressed, and you know how much a good stress relief spanking is for me when I'm so worn out by it all. I thought that perhaps you might find a stress-relief spanking good, too."<br />
"I don't think so... You know I don't consider myself a switch..."<br />
"This isn't about switching... this is about me trying to find some way to help the man I love destress. Please, let's just try it. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, and we don't ever have to try it again. Please."<br />
Carl looked at Marie and the love and concern were clear. He had no desire to be spanked, never had, but maybe, just maybe it would help. And he knew just being willing to try would make Marie feel better.<br />
"Alright, let's give it a try. I suppose it can't hurt to try."<br />
They both laughed at Carl's little joke. Then he climbed on the bed, positioning himself comfortably over the pillows and waited for Marie to start.<br />
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Marie sat on the bed at Carl's side and caressed his bottom. She started slowly and gently with her hand, mixing rubbing and stroking with the spanks. As his bottom started to pink and warm, she began with the leather paddle. Marie paid close attention to Carl's reactions, making sure not to spank too hard.<br />
"Turn your head to face me, Carl."<br />
He did, and Marie watched as she continued with the spanking. Carl's eyes were closed, his mouth relaxed, pursing only with a slightly more painful blow. It was clear he was relaxing.<br />
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Marie started to speak softly while continuing the spanking, telling Carl how much she loved him and cared for him, how hard it was for her to see him so distressed, how much she missed being intimate with him, that she would do everything she could think of to help him, to help them, to make things better.<br />
Carl's breath was slow and steady as he opened his teary eyes and looked at her. Slowly he reached a hand up as he turned on his side and took the paddle from her. He shifted off the pillows and guided Marie down next to him. He opened her robe and began to caress her body. Before long Carl had Marie pinned beneath him on the bed as he pounded into her. It wasn't long before Marie screamed in orgasm, and as her pussy clenched tight around his cock, he couldn't hold back any longer and came, too.<br />
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After a quick cleanup, a much less stressed Carl and satisfied Marie spooned as they drifted off to sleep.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-16981824924691808622009-12-10T22:49:00.000-06:002009-12-10T22:49:28.715-06:00My birthday<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNfox000" target="_blank"><img alt="Birthday Candles" border="0" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/13/13_10_13.gif" /></a><br />
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</div>This past Saturday, Dec 5th, was my birthday.<br />
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After a day as a family, including lunch at a favorite Indian restaurant with special gulab jamun for dessert, I took a little rest, relaxing and watching TV. DH gave me a wonderful card (and picked out cards for each of the kids to give to me) and some wireless headphones. I got a call from my mom and from my stepmom, and a text from one of my brothers (this will be discussed on another post). A former co-worker, a friend from high school and a few online friends also sent out birthday wishes online.<br />
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Just a nice day.<br />
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DH and I decided to have our date night.<br />
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I showered first. I decided to wear my steel boned corset (which I absolutely love) with black lace thong, jeans and a cardigan. Unfortunately, I had a heck of a time with with the ties and had to have DH help me with them (where's a ladies maid when you need one? *grin*). <br />
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We decided to go to our favorite place. It's a restaurant/pub with an Irish theme. Really nice place, great food, good drinks, reasonable prices. We were able to find seats at the bar, DH's favorite place to sit. Since we were still pretty full from lunch we just had some appetizers ~~ they do these great steak bites that are soooo flavorful and tender..... yum. DH told the bartender that it was my birthday and she treated us to a free shot each. We were there for a few hours, enjoying the food and drinks and watching sports on the TVs. Caught the end of the Texas game...<br />
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Since both DH and I had been drinking, when we were ready to head home, we called a cab. Better to pay a few dollars for a cab then have all the legal and other stresses of a DUI (or worse).<br />
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While DH made sure the house was locked up tight, I went upstairs and undressed down to my panties. DH got himself into more comfortable clothing, and we were ready to begin.<br />
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After a few kisses and some groping, DH put the collar and cuffs on me, hands in front again. Then he blindfolded me. There is something about being pretty much at his mercy, unable to see, having my hand movements restricted. I have to trust him to maneuver me safely around the room, help me up and down, etc.<br />
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Again the throe was laid down in front of the fireplace and DH guided me over to it. Before having me get down on my knees, DH helped himself to my backside, rubbing and applying a few good spanks. Then he moved around in front of me, pushed me down to me knees and I took his cock into my mouth and began to pleasure him. I could tell from his hardness and his moans that he was very much enjoying my attentions. Then he pulled away, muttering something about 'stay there, I'll be right back.' And he was, with crop in hand. Which of course he began to apply to my ass while I continued to suck and lick him. Blows with the crop were occasionally replaced with slaps to my cheeks. Now, to be honest, I don't really care for the face slaps, and I often worry that I will react in a way that could seriously injure DH ~~ but he likes to do it...<br />
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In the middle of all this, DH growled down at me 'fantasize about whatever you want.' My mouth being rather full at the time, I couldn't respond out loud, but I couldn't possibly fantasize about anyone or anything at that time as all I was thinking about was being his completely, in whatever way he wanted me to be.<br />
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</div>When DH was ready, he helped me up to me feet and led me to the side of the bed. It was flogging time (yay!). Tonight was ass flogging only, even though my hands were in front and my back was available. And flog he did, over and over ~~ I'm sure that just with the flogging alone we well exceeded the 43 and one to grow on called for in a birthday spanking (add in the cropping and hand spanking and we definitely did). But I wasn't counting, and if he was, it wasn't out loud.<br />
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DH is getting much better with his aim ~~ and with listening to my reactions. When a hit went awry... too high, too low, too much to the side, too much in the middle, etc.... I would utter an 'ouch' or 'ow' or 'owie' and DH would adjust his swing so as not to (hopefully) hit that area again. To be even more clear, when a flogging blow is just right, the sound I make is some sort of combination of groan/moan/exhale. DH was listening... he was learning which areas and which type of blows were good, and which weren't so good. I'm so proud of him. He really listened in the workshop when the instructor told the tops they needed to pay attention to what the bottoms were telling them ~~ he never used to listen to my suggestions or pointers.<br />
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DH continued flogging until my bottom was very red and very hot ~~ as was another area entirely *grin*. Then it was time to get up on the bed... And you know what happened next... the same thing that always happens at this point... and keeps happening while I scream in release into the bedding... and then DH reaches his release... and we collapse in a sweaty, exhausted, blissed out heap onto the bed.<br />
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It now being <i><b>very</b></i> late, we did only minimal clean up before collapsing into bed. We snuggled briefly before finally drifting off to sleep.<br />
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So, I had a very nice birthday with my hubby.<br />
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The 8th was his birthday. It's up to him, but I'm hoping to get his birthday spanking this weekend :-DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-77972092363193175442009-12-07T23:10:00.002-06:002009-12-07T23:12:32.052-06:00Monday, Monday...<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After an uneventful weekend, filled with errands and pain (not the good kind, but some chronic pain I've been suffering with), DH took the day off and we had a fun morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Now, it's been over two weeks now, so the details are a little fuzzy, but this is what I remember... <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">While he took YC to school, I jumped in the shower so I could be nice and clean for him. Then while he jumped in the shower, I relaxed and waited for him. I knew he had mentioned something about getting 'things' ready, but not being sure exactly what 'things' he wanted/what his plans were, I decided not to do anything (okay, there was maybe a wee bit of a 'bratting' thing going on, just to see what might happen).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But he came out of the shower in a good mood and the fun began. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Turns out DH <i><b>really</b></i> likes using the collar and cuffs I mentioned in the last post. So they were put on me, hands in the back initially, but then he decided to have them in front. Now, we don't have a strap that goes around the waist, as in the photo on the last post, so I can move my hands around a bit, but I know that when he's put the set on me that I am not supposed to use my hands unless he tells me to. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The throe went down in front of the fireplace, DH coated his cock with edible oil and gathering my hair in his fist, guided my mouth onto him. I licked, I sucked, I moved fast, I moved slow, I took him deep, I focused solely on the head, I lightly grated my teeth along the length of the shaft (he <i><b>loves</b></i> this) ~~ basically, I did everything I know he likes. And I dutifully kept my hands down and off. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">When DH had enough oral attention, he helped me rise and move over to the side of the bed. It was time for DH to practice his flogging skills. And practice he did, on my back and my bottom (this was why he cuffed my hands in front ~~ access to my back). Stingy hits and thuddy ones, over and over, one side and then the other, me never knowing where or when or how the flogger would hit. For some unknown reason, on this day, I was much more sensitive to the pain of the flogging. There were quite a few times when I wasnt sure if I could handle much more, but while I was pondering, the next strike would hit and usually it wasnt as painful as the one before... so I never asked for him to stop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There was an odd dichotomy to the experience. In the moment, I was not consciously aroused by the flogging, and there was no sensual or erotic touch intermingled with the blows (something DH needs to work on). But I did enjoy it, the sting or thud of the blow , the pain itself, then the rush of warmth through the area just hit. There was also satisfaction? Pleasure? Pride? I dont know the word(s) to use to describe what I was feeling as I stayed in the position I was placed in and took every blow from DH without more than a wiggle and maybe an "ouch" at a particularly painful blow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It became clear how much I did enjoy the flogging when DH indicated it was time to move back to the throe so I could give him to some more oral attention. As I straightened up, I felt the moisture flow out of my pussy and coat my inner thighs. I know I get very wet when aroused, but there had been not even one touch to my labia, clit or cunt ~~ just me performing oral on DH and then being flogged by him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After only a few moments of oral attention, DH maneuvered me back over the side of the bed, up on all fours, and he thrust into me. I was so wet, there was no need for lube. With only a few thrusts, I was coming, loudly. It was late morning, no kids were home, no reason to muffle my cries in pillows or bedding. I felt him pause as he oiled to my bottom, into my crease and around my back entrance. I fully expected there to be anal. And so did DH... Until he got to feeling sooooo good just doing what he was doing that he didn't want to hold back any longer. And he didnt. I could hear the change in his breathing, feel the faster thrusts and increased engorgement of his cock... Then I felt the heat of his come as it filled my pussy and I came again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I collapsed down on the bed and he laid me beside me, just enjoying the moment as we caught our breath.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Too soon, it was time to get up and get dressed as we both had work to get to. But there is a promise of other week days spent in fun and games.</span><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-48314661157539148232009-11-24T13:00:00.000-06:002009-11-24T13:00:00.211-06:00"Poly is not contagious"<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Since we went to the club, quite a bit has happened. Not all of it good at the time, but we've worked through it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DH, even though he was interested in getting a membership to the club, was concerned that joining and attending would (not might) lead us to open up our marriage. Part of this came about because I was talking to a poly couple, who while not leaving real close by, live near enough that we could meet. And I would like to meet them ~~ not because I am looking for people to have sex with, but because I would like to have some RL friends to go along with my online ones. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So there were about 3 days of bitterness as he outlined all the things that he was absolutely sure would happen if we met poly, kinky people in real life, and I kept telling him that while it was okay for him to be concerned and that we should talk about it, I am not interested in anything but friendship and just because you meet people and enjoy their company does not mean you want to sex with them (or they with you). And as one OL friend said, "Poly is not contagious." It took him 3 days to work this all out in his mind; days where he wasn't not always nice and calm as he dwelled on his worries (blowing them all out of proportion as far as I was concerned); days full of angry, bitter, hurtful text messages, including one where he called me a not nice name which I received right as I pulled into work. Well, I dissolved in tears, texted him back, then we spoke on the phone. There was no way I was going to be able to work, so I called my boss from the parking lot, fighting back tears, and left him a message about it being a bad day and I just was not going to be able to work and was heading back home (apparently worrying them all horribly, which was so not my intention)</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I got back home and crawled into bed. Along with all the emotional anguish, I could now clearly feel the build up of a migraine. And then DH called, again. But this time, he acknowledged his over reaction, that he was painting things with a certainty that was not certain ~~ that things <b>would </b>happen, that things <b>would</b> go wrong, that we and our marriage <b>were</b> doomed... That while there were possible risks, there was no guarantee that any of the situations he was imagining would actually happen, and as long as when we start feeling worried about things we talk about them (calmly), we would be okay. All this, along with my repeated assurances that I am not looking for anyone else (no matter how much I may fantasize about multiple partners...), straightened everything out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After a short rest, I was horny... and the sexting began:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">me: Any chance you could come home for a quick fuck before the kids get home?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DH: I love too but I was out yesterday and today I came late, took 1 hr lunch. How about tonight? Next week on Wednesday practice flogging when kids are school, I take half day off</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DH: Now I am aroused</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">me: Can I take care of myself then?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Tonight should work.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> Kids don't have school Wednesday plus MC gets his braces</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">me: I have my hitachi on my clit and a curved glass toy inside...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DH: Yes go for it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DH: Now this is not fair teasing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">me: Just want to keep your mind focused. You'll be raring to go tonight :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There was a little more, but nothing racy...<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DH came home, there was dinner, housework, getting the kids into bed...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Finally, our time.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-kdL9uUveEri2f_YnNNof2sD6BDZxtYkN-IyFt7YdzrQ7T2xiAzXX91vm7StAcxuKDcwCKqwt9u3jwTJU0lSVmYumepK2Yy8lNlX7nXSKMMU1Nts7IVUlET-wLXttk1vLXs9SRQa3anK/s1600/L9161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-kdL9uUveEri2f_YnNNof2sD6BDZxtYkN-IyFt7YdzrQ7T2xiAzXX91vm7StAcxuKDcwCKqwt9u3jwTJU0lSVmYumepK2Yy8lNlX7nXSKMMU1Nts7IVUlET-wLXttk1vLXs9SRQa3anK/s320/L9161.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">First we showered so we would be nice and clean for each other. Then started to set items out. A while ago I bought an inexpensive collar and cuff set, with a strap running down from the collar that the cuffs attached to (found a pic online ~ that is not me). DH got out the flogger, the crop, a paddle, flavored edible oils, I got out the collar/cuffs and the chocolate mint oil... DH grinned out the sight of the collar/cuffs and put them on me ~~ he especially likes my hands behind my back when I go down on him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">He stood in front of the fireplace and coated his cock with chocolate mint edible oil while I carefully knelt. I sucked, and licked, and pleasured him in the way he so enjoys. Even, slowly and carefully, taking him deep into my mouth, almost into my throat, at times (this is hard for me as I have a very sensitive gag reflex). Looking up at him, I throatily stated how much I loved his chocolate mint cock. I felt him twitch at my words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Then, when he'd had enough, he moved to the bed, telling me to stand and come to him. I did, and he had me bend over the edge while he alternately caressed and spanked me. He applied oil and rubbed up against my ass, slipping slightly into me with his rubbing thrusts. Finally, he helped me up onto the bed and with one hard thrust, filled my hungry cunt with his cock. It didn't take long 'til we were both moaning and coming.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I was ready to collapse on the bed, but he wasn't done with me yet. He picked up the flogger and went to work on my ass. Because of the collar and cuffs (my hands were still behind my back) he couldn't flog my back, so he focused on perfecting him aim on my ass. I stood there, bent over the side of the bed, his come and my juices running down my legs as he flogged me ~~ over and over again the lashes hit, sometimes stinging, sometimes thudding... It was incredible. I felt so warm, so ... content to be right where I was, at his mercy as he practiced and practiced...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Ahhh, just remembering now as I write this makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Okay, aroused and tingly too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Once he finished, he removed the collar and cuffs, we cleaned up, then snuggled in bed as we waited for sleep to overtake us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I slept very well, and went to work the next morning with a smile on my face and happy songs running through my head.<br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5790433336871030378.post-7031946092931816622009-11-23T20:36:00.000-06:002009-11-23T20:36:28.186-06:00Being Flogged<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Flogging ~~ while this can evoke images of shipboard or slave punishment, the ubiquitous cat o' nine tails, strips of flesh removed from the back... I've been more interested in the erotic possibilities.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So, awhile ago, I went on line and purchased a basic leather flogger, not real expensive but not a cheap imitation either. And it's a beautiful blue...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">But I couldn't get DH to use it on me, even though I set it out, more than once. I think now that it was because he didn't really know what it was or how to properly use it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I touched on this in my previous post, how DH thought the only reason to go to a club was to play (cheat) with other people. But we talked, I showed him information about the club, brought up that there was this workshop on flogging coming up... And he told me to go ahead and RSVP for it. So, before either of us could chicken out, I sent in the RSVP.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">And even though nervous butterflies started flitting around on Friday and DH complained about being tired on Saturday, off we went. Now, my nerves were more because I'm an extreme introvert who finds any unfamiliar social situation to be incredibly difficult, not because I was afraid we were heading into a horrible situation. DH's discomfort <b>was</b> because he was uncertain of what we were potentially getting into.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">We arrived too late for the tour (<i>someone </i>thought it would take only a half hour to get there, while I thought an hour+ ~~ guess who was right). So too late for the tour, we just had a few minutes to get some water, glance in the various rooms, then head in for the workshop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The presenters were a Master and slave who have been in the lifestyle for many years, and he in particular has been doing flogging workshops for years. They immediately put everyone at ease with their humor and casualness ~~ even DH (who initially had continued to comment on how uncomfortable he was). Although DH had to put a spin on it as he noted to me that the presenter bore a physical and vocal resemblance to my father... A little weird, but I was able to get past it...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After about a half an hour spent talking about flogging in general and passing out about 3 dozen different floggers for everyone to check out, we paired up and prepared to practice the first technique. I don't know what it is actually called, but I'll call it the Archer. The flogger stands as though they are aiming a bow and arrow, pulling the lashes taut and then releasing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I started by just removing my shirt and bra ~~ it was mentioned that the flogger hitting the bra could cause bruising and I didn't want that. I hadn't know that undressing would be a possibility and I made extra sure DH was okay with it before I removed any clothing. It was interesting to look around and see all the variations. Some people did not remove any clothing, most men if they were going to be flogged removed only their shirts, some women removed shirts but left bras on, others stripped top only, while others left panties on, and some undressed completely. You need to understand that I am very uncomfortable with my body, being overweight and out of shape; I don't like to see myself in a mirror, in pictures or in video. But it felt perfectly naturally there, not only to strip down, but to stand there with almost no clothes on and chat with the people, male and female, who were near us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Anyway, back to the flogging itself. DH really took to this, practicing a lot on my back. And this was a chance for me to be vocal and guiding as I let him know if his aim was too high, too low, too much to the center, too far to the edge, etc. The stance and the way you hold your elbow is critical to getting the aim just right. One of the presenters came round to help each pairing with their technique. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">After making sure everybody got a chance with a presenter, it was back to the main room to learn another technique. This one calls for the flogger to face the floggee straight on, flip the flogger over their back, point the elbow towards the floggee, and swing the flogger over and down onto the floggee. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Back to our spot, where this time not only were shirt and bra off, but pants were removed as well (I did, for some reason, balk at removing my panties, even though DH suggested it). And DH flogged me some more, back and bottom, but mostly back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">There is a marked difference in the feel of the two techniques. The first is very sting-y, as it is mainly the tips of the lashes that are connecting with the skin, while the second is much more of a deep thud because it is more the length of the lashes that impact. I like the 2nd better ~~ that deep thud sinks in and becomes a spreading warmth that moves out beyond the impact area. Ooooohhhh, it felt so good. I was really sinking into it, enjoying it so much ~~ the young gentleman next to me asked if I was okay, as I just stood there taking blow after blow. Done just right, wow... What an incredible sensation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">I have to add that DH did let me try it on him ~~ once *wicked grin*. He yelped and that was the end of that. But that's okay as I can't ever see myself topping him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Unfortunately, there wasn't time to learn any other techniques, but we're happy with what we did learn. We talked about it continuously through the rest of the evening ~~ the drive home, while eating out, before and after the movie, later in bed... My back stayed warm and tingly for hours after.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The next day, my back did get stiff and sore, but marking was minimal ~~ mostly these odd little round spots here and there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">DH ultimately had such a good time, not just with the flogging but also seeing all the undressed women and watching the different couples interact, and seeing all the equipment there, that we are probably going to get a membership. I don't know how often we'd go ~~ maybe just once a month as it is a pretty good drive to get there ~~ but it's a great chance to observe and learn new things to try, in the club or at home (mostly at home, I think).<br />
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