I got home from work exceptionally early Saturday morning; 3:30 to be exact. Junior came hurtling down the stairs wild-eyed in his tighty-wighties, “Fuck, you scared the hell out of me,” he said in a slightly slurred voice. “I thought you were K.”

K, you see, is one of Juniors girlyfriends, but she’s special because she has a key to our house. The reason Junior was so alarmed is right at that moment B was passed out in his bed. The entertainment value of seeing him get busted might have been enough for me to make an anonymous phone call, but I had other things on my mind.

♀ was getting up at 4:30 to get ready for work and I was hoping for some lovin’. Before I left work my boss had warned me of the dangers of getting home several hours early. He thought she might whack me over the head with one of her toys  or she might be in bed with her young lover. I was really hoping her young lover was female, cuz that would be hot.

♀ was in bed alone, but already still awake. The children, despite being told several times to shut-the-fuck-up, had been noisy. In fact the reason Junior was still awake was he`d been cleaning up the bathroom. B, being much to delicate to puke in the toilet had hurled in the sink and there had been considerable splatter. He`d done quite a good cleaning job, but when he asked me how to clean his mom`s hair brush *gag* I told him to buy her a new one.

Once that bit of nastiness was done, ♀ went tinkle and crawled back into bed with me and since we only had about 30 minutes before she had to get up…we got busy. It’s a funny thing; she doesn’t like me kissing her when she has morning breath. Some of you might be saying *well duh*, but considering all the other places she does like (or at least let) me put my mouth, being shy about morning breath seems…well…odd because a short time later I was licking her needs to be shaved soon pussy and was thrilled to discover that she hadn’t wiped after going pee. Urine, hers that is, is something we disagree about. I think that if I’m available, toilet paper should never touch her pussy. She does not agree so golden showers are one thing, but her pee coming into contact with my mouth is a rare treat.

It wasn’t long before her pubes were tickling my balls, her fingers were twisting my nipples and she was whispering filthy words into my ear. This might surprise you, but she is way better at trash talk then I am…she really has a gift and it didn’t take long for me to have the first big O of the day. I offered to give her one, but she didn’t want one right then. Having a partner who is happy just giving me an orgasm was a difficult concept for me to grasp. I had always believed that if I had one, so should my partner and if she didn’t I was doing something wrong. Getting pleasure just from giving me pleasure was a completely foreign concept to me. I am so freakin’ lucky.

I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her E-mail, I made her breakfast and packed her lunch while she drank her coffee, I warmed her car up and scraped her windows while she read the paper then I sent her off to work. She thinks she’s the lucky one.

After she’d left, I took two beers and left over pizza (cold, of course) upstairs to the office to check my Email and read blogs. Well, actually I was surfing porn, but I wasn’t masturbating. In fact I was finishing the second beer and trying to decide if I should have a third or call her at work to ask for permission to jerk-off when I heard the front door open. I thought for sure it was K and with Junior and B both sound asleep…yeah I know I’m a jerk, but admit it, you can see the entertainment value too.

Even better,  it was ♀ returning home to me. The schedule at work had been changed and they forgot to call her. She was a little miffed, but on the way home decided that she wanted the big O she’d missed out on earlier. Straight to bed we went and the first thing she told me to do was to lick *his* cum out of her cunt.

“That’s it Baby, lick me clean. Do you like the taste of his seed? If you can make me come in your mouth, I might let you have sloppy seconds, you dirty little cunt-licker.”

I did and she did,  but if was past my bedtime and I’d had two beers and even though I was really horny I didn’t think I was going to be able to come again. So she turned on the TV and VCR. There was a Michael Ninn tape in the player. It was half way through the tape so I don’t know the name. Not that it matters, they’re all pretty sexy. ♀ got on all fours so we could both watch and the porn along with some verbal encouragement from ♀ I was able to come. Of course by then, she was ready to go again so she rolled over and I fingered her and played with her nipples while she watched the tape and she was able to have a second big O. She let me lick her clean, not to get either of us going again, but just because I love the taste of our orgasms mixed together.

I fell asleep spooning her. My cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, one hand holding her breast, as much of my skin touching her skin as possible. We didn’t have Mini this weekend and Junior had taken B home so the house was quiet and I slept very soundly and quite late. It was almost 3pm when I woke up, went pee and wandered downstairs. Holmes on Homes was on the big screen, ♀ was on the couch and her nightie was bunched up around her waist.

“Oh gawd,” she groaned. “I need your fucking fingers in me, right now!”

Talk about good timing, in less then a minute she came all over my hand. I licked my fingers. Tasty.

She looked at me with a big happy grin, “Good morning, lover. Want to go for a walk?”

It was cool, but not raining when we left so we walked to the mall (about 45 minutes). We bought a new belt for me and a new hair brush for her. She teased me about what else she could use them for. We got our passport photos taken. She graduates and turns 40 next July. I’m thinking we should do something special. Maybe a cruise…any suggestions? We picked up some groceries and walked home in the dark and the drizzle.

She made Asian Chicken Salad for dinner, I cleaned up, then we had a shower and I shaved our pits and legs. I’ve always shaved her pussy, but doing her other parts is something I’ve only just started to do. Getting the angles right in the shower is kinda difficult. I don’t know if that’ll stay as one of my jobs.

I was going to shave her pussy, but I’d forgotten to buy the special cream we use…regular shaving cream  gives her a nasty rash so she had some other things for me to do. First I trimmed her hair. I’d never done that before and took off more then I’d wanted to, trying to get it straight. I brushed and braided her hair,  I filed and massaged her piggies, painted her finger and toe nails…a very nice purple. Then she rolled over on her tummy and told me she wanted a back massage. I could have used this, but since I had the lotion out anyway I used my hands.

It didn’t start out as a sexual massage, but…remember how I told you she can get pleasure from giving me pleasure? I get pleasure from pampering her. I don’t massage her nearly as often as I should and we both really enjoy it when I do. I was kneeling in between her outstretched legs and as I slid my hands up her back to massage her shoulders, my cock would brush her ass. After about twenty minutes of that my cock was very hard and I could smell her sex. Is there any smell better then the scent of an aroused woman?  She lifted her hips up, but I wanted to tease her. I continued to massage her lower back, hips and ass. I slid my cock between her ass cheeks, the underside of my shaft rubbing her rose bud. Then I’d change the angle so the top of my shaft was brushing her clit. Back and forth I went until she was moaning low.

“What hole do you want me in Lover?” I whispered in her ear.

She was pushing herself back hard at me trying to get me inside. “Oh fuck, I don’t care. Just fuck me now.”

I obliged and slid slowly into her waiting pussy. I love that view. Watching my cock slick with her juices sliding in and out of her cunt. My fingers were still covered in lotion so of course one then two of them just had to slip into her ass. I was powerless to stop them. That’s such a great position; not only can I see myself fuck her, but I can also feel my cock inside her with my fingers.

Not surprisingly, I came first. She rolled over and kept playing with her clitty. I still had lotion and stuff on my fingers so I pulled a big purple dildo out of the toy drawer and fucked her with that. The downside of using a toy is I couldn’t feel the contractions as her orgasm got close, but her nipples were rock hard between my fingers and the flush had moved way down her chest and her toes curled. Really, is there anything cooler then making your lovers toes curl?

After she was done, we shared the toy like a big purple lollipop and marvelled how an old married couple like us can still have seven orgasms in one day.

Cheers,

sss

ps: Happy New Year!!!     I think ‘08 is going to be a very good year.

 For some reason I didn’t publish this as a Half-Nekkid post originally, but it is one of my favourite stories of the past year.

You’ll never guess what happened. Go on try.

Nope, you guessed wrong.

Last Friday was payday and on my way home I had a hunch and stopped at the casino. I walked in the front door at 5 am with $20 in my pocket and was back in my car at 5:15 am with $1137 cash in my pocket. How cool is that? I stopped at Tim Hortons and got a coffee for ♀ and drove over to her place of employment and asked her to take an early coffee break and meet me in the parking lot. When she got into the car I told her to close her eyes and I put eleven $100 bills on her lap.

We decided we should treat ourselves and booked a room at the hotel where ♀ proposed to me five years ago. We told the kid we were just going for dinner; we didn’t want any parties happening while we were gone. So Saturday afternoon we headed out. Of course with money burning a hole in my pocket, we needed to make a couple of stops first. You’ll be amazed to hear we didn’t buy any lingerie. We bought these and these. Well to tell the truth they’re knock-offs and a third of the price, but they are darn cute. And yes we both tried them on at the store. The sales person took it in stride *lol* and told ♀ she was lucky to have a husband with the same size feet. Actually hers are about a half a size smaller, but what’s a half a size between lovers, right?

We also looked at a dress for me. It was soooo cute. Picture late 50’s prom dress; It came down to just below the knee with a built in crinoline (nice and poofy), silky material, polka dots and a little pink bow. It would have been my very first brand new dress and it was on sale for half price ($50) and I wanted it soooo bad, but there was no way in hell I was going to fit into a size 10. Sigh. If it had fit I would have seriously consider wearing it to dinner. The restaurant has a formal dress code, I wonder what they would have done if I’d showed up in a dress.

We had a quick dunk in the hot springs then got ready for dinner. Because we’d been in a hurry to pack, neither of us saw what the other had packed and we both ended up bringing the same stockings. Want to bet we were the only couple there both wearing black fishnet? ♀ wore the corset pictured below for the first time. She looked incredible. We danced and touched and I felt totally connected with her. Dinner was fabulous. The lobster bisque was first rate. I tired cariboo (caribou?) for the first time. It was very moist and tender. It was expensive, but good. I also discovered that I really like cognac. So dinner ended up being expensive. We had cocktails before dinner, a bottle of wine with dinner and I had cognac after dinner so it was probably a very good thing that we had a room booked.

The hallways in the old part of the hotel reminded me of the Shining. I half expected to see Jack come bursting through a doorway with an axe and an evil grin, Here’s Johnny or twin girls on tricycles riding towards us, Come play with us Danny.  But the only little girl in the deserted hallway was ♀, necking and groping me like a sex-crazed teenager. The ancient elevator was slow enough for her to get my pants down to my ankles. I watched her in the mirror as she pulled my white lace panties aside and took my thickening cock into her mouth. She held onto my pink garter and her long blonde hair brushed my naked thighs and the tops of my black fishnet stockings.

 ♀ jumped up when the bell sounded to announce our floor. The door opened and she stood in front of me and explained to the old gentleman waiting for the elevator where the nearest ice machine was as I tried to do my pants up without getting Mr. Happy caught in the zipper.

 When we got back to the room, ♀ insisted I call junior to let him know we wouldn’t be home until the next day. He was a little disappointed as he was hoping for a sober ride home from the house party he was at. I did the responsible ‘dad’ thing and told him to take a cab home; I’d pay him back the fare and take him to pick up his car when we got home later. It was hard to concentrate on the conversation because ♀ had taken her skirt off and was playing with herself, then rubbing her fragrant fingers in my mustache.

 Once I’d hung up, I grabbed her black garter belt and buried my face in the pussy I’d so carefully shaved the night before.  She watched me for a few moments then pulled me up. I kissed her gently and she turned her head.

“Would you mind if I asked you to take off your camisole?” I did as she asked.

I kissed her again. Gently. Again she stopped.

“I want you to make love to me like my husband.”

I held her face as I kissed her again. Harder. I lifted her legs up to my shoulders and rubbed my cock across her moist cunt lips; up and down, up and down cock against clit until she was purring like a pampered cat with eyes half closed. I slid further back then thrust forward, entering her completely in one hard push. She gasped and her eyes flew open. I pinned her wrists behind her head and fucked her like that. Hard. Fast. Masculine?

 When I was done I sat on the edge of the bed and finished my beer watching her play in my cum and giving herself a small orgasm. We went for a midnight dip in the hot springs and when we got back she was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

 The problem I have with going away is I don’t sleep at night. So after ♀ is asleep there’s not much for me to do (camping is worse).  I finished reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel, a truly wonderful novel and watched Little Miss Sunshine, a very fun movie and fell asleep around 6am.

 ♀ did manage to get a noon checkout time, but even still 11 am came mighty early. She was packed and horny again. I’m not at my best when I first wake up, but was willing to try my best. I laid back and she straddled me, held my face and kissed me hard like I’d done the night before. She kissed and sucked and bit my nipples until I was hard again and she eased herself onto my cock. After a few minutes she moved her legs together and put mine on the outside wrapped around her hips. I love this position; it looks and with a little imagination almost feels like she’s fucking me with a strap-on.

 She handed me the digital camera and told me to start shooting. I clicked and she talked trash. Telling me how she was going to get me that prom dress and she’d do my make-up thick and dirty and she’d whore me out to all her friends, males and females. I’d be her sissy slut. She’s quit her job and live off my horny little ass, fucking and sucking anyone she told me to.

 When I was done, she rolled off and spread her lips. She wanted a picture of my cum dripping out of her freshly fucked cunt. Then she pushed me down and I licked and sucked and nibbled and fingered until she yelled, “Here it comes Baby, I’m going to shoot my hot sticky load right down your throat! Swallow it all bitch. That’s it!” And she made up for the little O she’d had the night before.

 On the drive home we talked about her request from the night before that I make love to her like her husband. Her point was that she’d felt really good all night. She felt sexy and could see the desire I had for her in my eyes. She just wanted that to continue. She wanted me to take her like a man. No sissy stuff.

 My response was that it doesn’t matter if I’m in a dress or a suit my desire for her is the same. Many cross-dressers have completely separate male and female personalities. I don’t. I’m a mixture of both. Her request made me feel like I needed to act like something else. We talked about my ongoing requests for her to be more dominate versus her very rare requests for me to be less of a sissy.

I’m delighted to report that we were able to have this conversation without hurt feelings or getting off track. It was a real achievement for us both.

 HHNT

 sss

Wasn’t Miss Piggy the greatest? Sexy and confident and can’t you just picture her kicking Santa’s sorry ass if he brought her fruitcake?

So how do you like my wrapping job on ♀’s present? The boys thought it was great…♀, not so much.

Junior thinks it’s a decoy box. He figures mom will be digging through 5 feet of Styrofoam to get to a little box at the bottom. Mini thinks it’s a fishing pole. The more he thought about his step-mom fishing the more amused he got. She hates bugs and the only way she can eat any fish is if it doesn’t look, feel, smell or taste ‘fishy’. So I have to agree with him, the thought of ♀ with live bait to catch a live fish is pretty amusing.

♀ thinks it’s a big fancy jewelry box (some assembly required).

I told her it’s a BIG fancy dildo (no assembly required).

So what’s your guess? I’ll let you know next week…you’ll never guess.

Are you all ready for Christmas? I’ve got one more huge (the biggest of the year) shift and then I’m done. It feels like I’ve been living at the bakery the past week. I think I mentioned awhile ago that we had an order for bread in the shape of turtles. Well somebody has ordered 3 bread ‘alligators’ for Christmas Eve.  In past years, getting an order for something we’ve never made before on the busiest shift of the year would have only added to my foul disposition, but this year I think it’s darn funny. Cuz nothing says Christmas like 3 big honking alligators.

Cheers (seriously, it`s Dec23 and I`m in a good mood…getting laid 3 times in the past 12 hours helped…but the point is it`s almost Christmas and I`m not being sarcastic when I say `cheers`),

sss

A message from Os

To avoid the hassle of having to take HNT pics with holiday plans, families getting together, and all the other things getting in the way, we will suspend HNT this week. INSTEAD, in the spirit of Christmas, we’ll do this–pick three HNT/blogger participants, but only three. And then tell the world what you’d get them for Christmas, if you had the means to do so. To make this work, don’t pick three people that you might normally send a card or a gift to anyway. Pick three people that you may have just met, or have been following for awhile, or found through other blogs.This can be serious, humorous, from the heart, or from the mind. Hopefully this will prevent some sort of “gift guilt reciprocation”. One last thing–when you post a comment like you would for HNT, just list your three people. That way someone who might not expect something from you will know to take a look.

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Our first gift is to the wonderful  Juno Henry. We’d have loved give this to her in person, but for now this video will have to do…

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Our next gift goes to Alex & Suze, one of the sexiest couples on the internet. Our gift to them is…ummm…us. We could have wonderful fun together…

 Our camera does not have a timer. Do you have any idea how hard it was to take a sexy picture of ourselves together?

 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Our last gift would be the easiest to give, but I have no idea how we could choose just one of the many amazing writers/bloggers/women from our blogroll to invite for Christmas dinner.  Actually, now that I think about it there are some amazing male bloggers on our blogroll as well. Drat. Well how about this? If you’re on my blogroll and we had the ways and the means, we would invite you over for Christmas dinner.

I tried and I tried, but I could not get the Wordpress audio player to work so if you have a spare 26 minutes, click on the middle ‘track details’ part of the link below and listen to a story about  a most unusual, decidedly Canadian, Christmas dinner.

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To all our other friends and visitors…

sss & ♀

 

 ♀ called me at the bakery when she got home from work at 10pm Friday night and insisted that no matter how early I was done work Saturday morning, she wanted me to call her when I was on my way home. So I called her at 4am and when I arrived at 4:30 with a coffee for her, she greeted me in her pretty purple nightie, a big sleepy smile and a huge bowl of trifle. We had breaky together, she fucked my brains out and I fell into a happy slumber holding her tight in my arms.

She’d already left for work when I got up around 2pm. There were no kids at home so I pulled on the nightie she’d been wearing and spent the rest of the afternoon just puttering around the house. I did the dishes, vacuumed and started the laundry. I even did a little wrapping…I need to pace myself with Christmas activities or I get…ummm…sad.

I decided that I didn’t want to cook dinner and started calling around looking for a table for about 8pm. HA, was the most common response. I guess it’s not just bakers who are busy this time of year. I did find a place that thought we’d probably be able to get a table in the lounge about that time so I called ♀ and told her I’d be ready to go as soon as she got home from work.

I had a shower, shaved my pits and legs and tried to decide what to wear. For what it’s worth, I completely understand why it takes women so long to get dressed. I mean my choices for outer clothes that I can wear out and about are fairly limited. Just choosing what to wear underneath can take me ages. I put on black stay-up stockings, (have I mentioned how much I like nylon on freshly shaved legs?) adorable black panties, (they are so cute…lots of lace on the front and around the legs…from the front they look like a full panty…I need that to hold everything in, but they’re a thong in the back…not at all practical for work, but fun for a few hours), I decided I wanted to wear a real bra instead of a sports bra and put on a black, padded A cup. I didn’t put my inserts in, but I guess I looked kind of perky in one of her sweaters because she mentioned it when she got home. Not in a way that said she’d be embarrassed to be seen with me, more just pointing out that I was going to get noticed. I decided to put on a bulkier sweater, but stayed with the girly jeans and didn’t put any socks on my stocking clad feet.

It turns out that having to sit in the lounge was much better then being in the restaurant. We had a very cozy corner table and our  booth was covered in a leopard print that was an almost exact copy of the bra and panties ♀ was wearing. How cool is that?  She was so excited, as soon as our waitress left, ♀ lifted her top up to show me. I’m guessing that the jazz singing, joke telling Santa (the evenings entertainment) saw her do it cuz he kept hanging around our table like a bad smell.

When we got home, ♀ announced that she needed to be pampered. Schedules being what they are I’ve been a little lax in my sissy duties lately. First she needed her hair braided. She’s decided that she prefers braided pig-tails at bedtime as the one big braid is uncomfortable to sleep with. I wanted to shave her pussy next, but she wasn’t falling for that. You see, the only accurate way to tell if a pussy has been properly shaved is to give it the tongue test and that usually leads to sex and my pampering skills tend to drop off pretty quickly after that. So I painted her finger nails and toe nails; two coats on each. Then I started on her piggies. Normally, I’d file each foot for about five minutes, then I’d massage cream into them for another five minutes or so. Well we discovered something last night. I was still wearing my stockings and every-time I thought I was done filing, ♀ would slide her feet along my legs. Nylon doesn’t lie. I must have spent forty minutes getting her feet smooth and that was before I could start massaging them. But I’m not complaining. She was very pleased with the results and when I was done she fucked my brains out for the second time of the day.

Cheers,

sss

It’s very late on Christmas Eve and everyone is asleep. I go into the living room and turn off all the lights and plug the tree lights in. They reflect all blue, green, red off the rest of the tree decorations, the presents and the room. It’s so peaceful.

We always get a fresh tree and it smells nice right now. It feels almost magical and I can just sit and soak it in. Some years I can sit here like this until dawn, it’s one of the only times I enjoy the season.

I’ve been sitting here for a while when I notice that you are asleep on the couch. You are wearing that ratty old housecoat that you wear when you get out of the shower and those ridiculous over sized animal slippers. What the hell are they? Reindeer? Kangaroos? I think it’s kind of weird that you’re asleep here dressed like that because I usually only see you in your “crazy cat lady” outfit early in the morning.

I watch you sleeping and marvel at how beautiful you look especially with the tree lights on you. You stir and the housecoat opens a bit and I can see the top of that little black teddy that drives me wild. Now why would you be wearing that? Are you waiting for Santa Claus? Are you really asleep?

I sit at your feet and gently take off one of the slippers. I watch to see if you open your eyes while I kiss all 5 toes.
Then I suck on each toe one at a time. Now licking the ball of your foot, the arch and finally the heel. Then I take off the other slipper and give the other foot the same treatment.

You still haven’t opened your eyes and you roll onto your side with your back to me. I give your ankle kisses all around then slowly move up your calf with little kisses. When I get to the back of your knee, I lick it all over. I thought I heard a little sigh, but am not sure so I go back down to the other ankle and work my way up to that knee.

You roll over onto your tummy and I start kissing very slowly up your thigh. I adore your legs. I get to your cheek and the bottom of you teddy and I get a whiff of your nectar. I move down to your other thigh and work my way slowly back up.

Your legs are further apart now and you smell sooooo good. I start covering your butt cheeks with little butterfly kisses then I slowly lick the teddy where it’s pulled into your crack all the way down to the snaps. You lift your hips up and I lick your sex through the material. Next I undo the snaps with my teeth exposing your perfect pussy. I love the view from the back and with the lights on you….. Wow.

I lick the outer lips and you moan out loud. You are very wet and I drink your honey. I place my mouth full on your lips and my tongue finds your clit. You push yourself hard against my mouth and I feel the orgasm ripple through you. MMMMM it’s hard to believe, but you taste even better right when you cum.
you roll over on your back and kiss your juices off my face.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cum that fast.”

“Fast? I didn’t think you were ever going to get started.”

Yeah I know, the pic doesn’t really match up with the story and if you’ve been reading this blog for more then a year this story sounds vaguely familiar, but it’s December and I’m a busy busy baker.

HHNT

sss

Did I mention it was my birthday?

sss

Hey! It’s my Birthday.
Cheers,
sss

I’m not much of a fighter. The few physical altercations I’ve been involved in occurred when I was drunk and ended quite quickly when I turtled. When I was much younger and I had physical outbursts, they tended to be towards doors; punching, kicking, slamming, smashing…

I don’t do much better with disputes of the domestic kind. I usually end up stomping off to work hours before my shift starts and throw dough around while muttering dark things to myself. I’m really not good at confrontations; my hands shake, my brain fogs and if I manage to say anything at all, it’s horribly inappropriate.

♀ & I had a disagreement this week. It couldn’t even really be called a fight. She said something about Mini on Monday that rubbed me the wrong way and rather then saying something at the time, I stewed about it for a day. On Tuesday she wanted to start decorating the house and I was moody and not very co-operative. Not knowing what was really bothering me, she assumed it was a Christmas thing.*

So she sent me an email and there were several phone calls and we managed to get completely off track. I don’t know of any other couple that gets so fucked up when that happens. I didn’t eat or sleep for two days and she didn’t fare any better. It was horrible. In the past six years we’ve only had a couple of really big fights, but even when we just get derailed like we did this week, we both just fall apart. And everyone around us knows, even people that don’t know us as a couple ask what’s wrong.

The only positive thing that comes from these occasional eruptions is the ‘make-up’ sex is always spectacular. We’re both so focused on each other, there’s no trash talk or distractions. Re-establishing that connection between the two of us is so intense; it really just takes my breath away when it happens after a couple of days of it not being there. It’s like an addiction, I can’t imagine either of us surviving without the other.

Later, I suggested that a right good spanking might have helped get us back on track, but she didn’t think so. Spanking me isn’t her favourite activity and I would have still been upset by her ‘Mini’ comments. My theory is if she’d spanked me as soon as she was aware there was a problem I probably would have admitted what was bugging me right then rather then stewing about it for a day and maybe we could have talked it out right away instead of two days later.

A word about spanking: The occasional good hard slap when I’m already excited definitely adds to the pleasure, but getting spanked doesn’t lead to sexual arousal for me. I’m just not wired that way so it’s unlikely I would ever be a bad sissy just so I could get spanked. I’ve struggled with depression most of my life and even though I have a handle on things now, there are times when a thought gets stuck in my head and it goes around and around in an endless loop. It might be from the recent past or the distant past or it might be a ’shoulda, coulda, woulda’ kind of thing. It’s a negative thought or idea or a conversation that plays over and over in my head and it’s so hard to turn off.

I can’t imagine ever saying ‘I’ve been obsessing about—— I think I need to be spanked’, but maybe if she could recognize the signs a good hard spanking might break the cycle. Or maybe not. It’s just a theory.

*If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you’ll know that Christmas can be a challenge for me. In years gone by I’ve spent most of December drinking, sleeping and working. But it’s not so bad now.  ♀ is very organized and most of the shopping is done early. I’ve more or less reconciled with my mother and come to terms with most of my xmas related demons. It’ll never be my favourite time of the year, but I don’t hate Christmas. I doubt that anyone will call me ‘jolly’, but I’m sober and as long as things are kept low-key, I participate and I think I do OK.

See, I even post Christmas carols on my blog…

Cheers,

sss

 

Pigtail braids almost

Hide your beautiful nipples

I want you so bad

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