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Monday, February 18, 2013

No Kink

Oh, the loveliest of evenings and no kink involved.

We watched TV, fire blazing in the fireplace.
He sat at the end of the couch.
I curled up next to him, laying on my side.
My head was snuggled on his chest
while his hand ran through my hair.

I had a hand, laid under his shirt over his heart.
I love the feel of that strong heart beneath my hand.
I also love to run my fingers through the hair on his chest.
We snuggled, he rubbed, we touched.
He kissed the top of my head or my forehead.
I lay, wrapping as much of me around him,
just enjoying each other and our evening together.

Oh how I adore this man.
After all these years, I love him more every day.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Me, Me, Me, Meme

So Bas was kind enough to share this meme...they are fun to learn about our Blogland friends.  So...here you go...random things about ... ME.  If you feel so inspired, copy them and answer your own.  If you don't blog, please pick any/all and answer them in a comment!  It's great to share...REALLY!

1: Do you like to use post-it notes?
I love Post-it notes.  I use them for to-do lists, quick notes, items to get done.  When I am throwing a party, I've been known to have Post-it's for each dish to be prepared and as I cook or complete them, I recycle it.  I'll do the same with serving dishes before a big meal - think Thanksgiving or Easter type of thing...I'll set out the serving pieces and put Post-It's on for each item going into the dish.  My Sir has been known to make lists for me on them too - now THOSE Post-it's I LOVE!!
2: Do you take shampoos/conditioner bottles from hotels?
Sometimes.  Frequently, I'm traveling with younger folks so I'm more focused on trying to hunt and gather and wrangle.  But when they are nice shampoos (infrequent), I'll take them.  It's NOT steeling...it's there for us to use.
 
3: Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
Um, yes?  OK, Yes, I have...I'm not proud, but there you have it.
4: Do you have freckles?
Yep, I have them on my face, but as I've aged, they've faded a bit.  I also have them as a birthmark.
5: Do you always smile for pictures?
Always.  I had to take a passport pic and they wanted me NOT to smile and it was nearly impossible.   
6: What's your biggest peeve?
Biggest, wow, that's tough.  I would say rudeness...maybe?  Parents not parenting their children is also close to the top of my list.
7: What's your favorite food?
Hmmmm, well I love ice-cream, I love Mexican EVERYTHING, I love seafood....
8: What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
I watch a lot of movies over and over.  I love Sahara, The Princess Bride, Star Wars, Harry Potter, Sweet Home Alabama, Pretty Woman, Sabrina, Monty Python and the Holy Grail...Oh, eclectic tastes - huh?
9: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?
I wrote Thank You notes for Christmas gifts in January....so about a month ago.
10: Favorite kind of sandwich?
Turkey and Swiss, for sure.  I also like a grilled PB&J :)
11: Best thing to eat for breakfast?
Belgium waffles with strawberries.  Yum!

12: What is your usual bedtime?
Between 12 and 1 typically.  And EVERY night I got to sleep and either exchange with Sir or mentally think...tomorrow, I'm going to bed earlier.

13: Do you sing in the shower?
Always!!  Best acoustics :)
14: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?
Ya, no ... they're not asking.  Now for Sir, Yup...you bet. Been there, done that.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Valentine's HNT

Happy Valentine's Day


Happy Valentine's Day

Ok, so I'm not naked, by half or by whole. 
I wish you all a very happy Valentine's day!





Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Ritual I Missed

Sir Q and I have only a few "rituals."  One of them started very innocuously, not a request by him or something premeditated by me.  But all of a sudden, I'm doing this minor service every morning.  I don't notice it as being a "ritual" until I realize that if I don't do it and I really miss it.



Putting on 

His shoes
and socks 
in the morning.




Sir gets up and goes to work it is before I have a need to get up.  About six-eight months ago, I started getting up to put his socks and shoes on.  It's gotten to the place that when he opens his sock drawer, I wake up.  It's amazing.  The sound of the wood, sliding open, him removing his socks from the drawer...my response is Pavlovian.  I can be in a dead sleep and that act - not the alarm, not him getting out of bed, not the shower, not getting dressed...but opening his drawer, and I'm awake.  I pull back the covers, immediately, roll off of his side of the bed, sit cross-legged on the floor and take his socks.  I take one of his feet and set it on my knee.  I take the socks apart and put one sock on - touching his foot, rubbing it as I pull it up, caressing his calf as I smooth the top, I pull down his pant leg, then put on his shoe (most frequently black dress shoes), tie them, then set his foot back on the floor.  I then redo the same process with the other foot.  When I'm done, I stand up, get back in bed and he kisses me and tells me to have a good day.

It's not much, but it means a lot to me.  I never knew how much it meant until I was sick this week and he didn't wake me up and I didn't wake up.  I had the stomach flu and was really OUT of it.  So, he was doing me a kindness in letting me sleep.  I felt so sad about not doing this little thing.  I felt ... dissatisfied ... like something was missing (other than my food).  I really missed this small act.  Today I got up and put on his socks and shoes and it was so meaningful to me.  And as I type this, that seems so silly to say.  Putting on someones shoes - meaningful?  But really it was to ME.  All's is right in my world.


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Satin and Steel


How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways

I love the satin tip, so perfectly smooth, luxuriously soft

My struggle:  Do I rub, or suck or lick or fuck 

The length of his shaft, erect and tall

Veins giving perfect texture to my lips sweet journey down

The soft exterior enveloping a core of steel

So hard, so stiff, so miraculous in it’s balance

Soft and hard, smooth and textured

Sweet in its saltiness, engorged and then enlarging to spill

the warm, slick, seed, but it’s not a gentile river or stream

It’s a rush of warm cream, spilling, pooling, sliding, fulfilling


(cross posted on CockWorshipingSubs net)