Halloween Costumes according to Ellen

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Progress

...is when he tells me he's taking a day off work and going fishing and that insane unexplainable totally irrational ache in my belly doesn't appear, the way it used to before. 

Save the lecture. I've given it to myself many times before. He's entitled to go and have a day out at sea doing what he loves. I can't expect that every time he has a chance he'll be running over here to see me. Besides I'm working and the man has his own life too. Blah blah blah. In my head I've understood this from the very beginning. 

But in my gut I still felt the wrenching. The "why won't he take a day off to spend with me instead of wasting it on a fishing trip?"... yeah I suppose I saw it as Me vs Fishing. 

The truth is, he HAS taken the day off (quite a few, actually) to be with me. And I needed to "get" that me and fishing weren't on opposite ends of the same option line. 

He is perfectly capable of taking a day off for me. And another for fishing. And the two aren't in competition for his time. 

And it's only fine now because I think somewhere in the last 18/19 months I've learned that I am allowed to make a request. That my wants are valid. That I can ask for things. And Time. And Moments. 

And it's a wonderful, liberating feeling. 

And I don't have to feel that he'd rather go fish than be with me. Yes, that USED to be the actual thought in my brain. The one I had to talk myself out of. Don't laugh. Alright... you can laugh. 

But look at me now. I'm happy. I've grown. And I've also told him what I want for Christmas. 

*I wish someone had told me how fun asking for what I want could be!*

At 3.39pm

I received this email :

Better than a love letter, I say.

He Remembered

...that I should kneel on Friday night.

So he pointed to the floor beside where he was and sat up so that I could kneel in front of him.

But he seemed uncomfortable. Well, perhaps not *uncomfortable* but not the MOST comfortable.

So I suggested that he should lie back and prop his head up so he can still see me. And I spent a most blissful time kneeling beside the bed, my head on his thigh, or upright when I became a little too animated during my story-telling.

Roger found his way into my mouth. And I eventually found my way onto the bed. Not for my benefit tho, oh no. It's just that Roger enjoys my tongue on him much more when I approach him from a particular angle and there was no way for me to do that from my position on the floor.

"Touch yourself... and tell me if you're wet for me."

"Well, no, but I can be... I'm wet on the inside.. .it's just..."

That got cut off with a hand around my neck.

"Are you wet or not... it was a simple question."

"There's no simple way to..."

"Yes, or No?"

*gasp*

*eyelids flutter close*

*heavy breathing*

He grunted something about being wet for him and just wanting to know if I was ready for him to fuck my pussy...

But I can't quite recall exactly.

He chucked me off him and face down onto the bed and climbed behind me.

As he spread my lips and pushed against my entrance I heard him growling into my ear with satisfaction -

"Oh yeah, she's wet alright. Wet and ready for me to enter her."

Vikings

I've just been watching the History Channel's "Vikings" and in episode 2 the Earl's wife reassures and comforts him by coming and kneeling in front of him.

Yummy.

I mentioned it to BIKSS - that the scene was meaningful to me. And now guess who gets to kneel for him this Friday...

C Strings, and THEN some

You might have heard about or seen the C-string for women - here's a pic :

That, and a comment on my previous post about men wearing sexy underwear got me googling just for fun. These are some of the pics that I thought were notable!

Do let me know which ones you like!

Number 1 : Just an old fashioned jammy. Looks yummy for snuggling up to.

Number 2 : For the Wild Child in all of us. Although I'm not sure I'd like my elephant to have prints!

Number 3 : What about something on the side? This looks pretty interesting.

Number 4 : Ok, I like strappy shoes and sandals, but this is just a little bit too weird for my taste!

Number 5 : This one gets my vote. I think it's tasteful, and sexy and I wouldn't mind unzipping (carefully!) to get to Roger.

Number 6 : For the Scots and Scottish-hearted lads in Blogsville :)

Number 7 : And what about a one-piece suit?

Number 8 : There's a C string for guys too! Who would have guessed? 

Number 9 : Sometimes you don't want to leave ANYTHING to the imagination. Mesh for a breezy afternoon?

Number 10 : And OMG would someone tell me what THIS is?

I should like to have some fun with this one - if you had to name it, what would you call Number 10?

Supermarket Stress

DADDY BIKSS was off from work today, so we ran some errands.

He drove me to the post office to collect a parcel - it was a box of lingerie that I ordered from the UK, and we were excited to finally get it. 

After that we headed to the supermarket and everything was perfect until we got to the checkout line. I was still browsing the outside of the store and he had already gotten in the queue and was at the cashier station by the time I began to head back in.

I was hurt cos it seemed to everyone else I was holding up the line, when in fact I wasn't aware we were in the queue! I wasn't done marketing and after that I got upset in the car on the drive back that he assumed I was finished.

He was amused by my need to do stuff the way I do stuff, and also I guess I was embarrassed and didn't say so, but instead told him that it bugged me that we had to leave in a hurry and finish the transaction all helter skelter-ly, leaving behind my own shopping bag in the process and taking only the store-provided ones.

I asked him if he would please let me sort out the shopping protocol in future and he didn't answer me. Till I said so 2 more times. He eventually said yes but I interpreted that as being reluctant to admit to letting me do the shopping my way in future, and that sparked a whole round of misunderstanding.

We reached home and I hurriedly left the car (after telling him I wanted to go upstairs) and escaped into my home cos my eyes were already threatening to overflow. He came up behind me (after putting out the parking coupons) and ambushed me with a great big Daddy hug and kiss in the kitchen where I was putting away stuff. 

We were in the room and I was clutching my pillow by the time he began sorting me out. Anyway, the bottom line is that he had to give me a pep talk about how I'm not supposed to automatically think that he thinks I'm being silly whenever I insist on doing stuff in my OCPD way because he has never, and would never think of me as silly in ANY way. And that he'd let me do whatever I wanted and wouldn't stop me unless it had the potential to hurt me (reputation-wise especially) either on a personal level or a professional one. 

Hundreds of kisses (and a ton of hair stroking and shushing) later, he managed to pull a smile out of me again and we went on to check out our loot together. 

Among the bra n panty sets some got thumbs ups and some got chucked into the "returns" pile. But this special number led to some raunchy fun!

After a good ol' romp he got up to clean Roger off then as he came back to bed he landed a hard one on my left butt. The first of many. Seems the last few rounds we've had were mostly playful sexy smacks and fun spanks and he decided it was time for a proper spanking session.

It hurt. I hollered. And he held me tight as he rubbed my bum after. 

And all was right with the world again. 

[Oh, later that evening he wore his onesie and we had another go. How could we not? He looked so hot in it - I couldn't find a pic but imagine a bodysuit comprising a tee on the top and fitted boxers on the bottom. The end result looked like this, only it's one connected piece. Looks like Daddy has sexy-wear too!]

Coming to my Rescue

We've had ample opportunity recently to have real-relationship dates and activities. 

Yesterday BIKSS took half a day off work to hang out with me since I had a free day. We went to a certain "lifetime-warranty plastic container brand" service outlet to exchange some microwave containers that didn't survive microwave heating. 

After back-and-forth-ing with the guy at the counter and then his supervisor for a rather lengthy while, BIKSS stepped in and took over the conversation. We eventually came away with a replacement for the injured receptacles and headed off to get some grocery shopping done. 

I was impressed. 

I was amused. But impressed. And grateful for his twisty logical arguments. 

Don't get me wrong, it's not like we were trying to get more than we were entitled to. It was simply a case of they were trying to use all manner of loopholes to NOT honour the replacement warranty. 

I have since concluded that in most cases, it's still easier to get what you want if you're a man. And you're not being an asshole. By and large I think customer service reps still think it's easier to browbeat a woman. Pfft.

Enjoy the cartoons :)

18 Months

That's how long I've been here... in Blogland, with BIKSS, as his sub.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out I haven't been here a whole lot. And we haven't been reading much either.

Real life and other things have just become more important, and need dealing with.

I also think while everything is going so-far-so-good I'm less inclined to bitch soulsearch on my blog.

SO this is the part where I say how grateful I am for all the stuff I've learnt from all of you here... we've both learnt heaps from all of you, and we're so, so much the better for having "met" you all!

I'm not going to remove the blog, just in case I want to come back and yell about something, but I'm not going to be here much at all... and I didn't want to just disappear.

So if you can handle an intermittent blog-friend, I suppose that's what I'll be.

Meanwhile, I'll leave you with this:

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It wasn't a feast, but it was delicious
Dinner, prepared with him in mind,
His little girl was eager to feed him.

It wasn't a date, but it was romantic
We walked along the shops, the night market
That would be pulled down tomorrow.

It wasn't planned, but it was delightful
The reactions from Daddy as I licked his cock
How good I made him feel as he came in me.

It wasn't expected, but it was fulfilling
Usually self-conscious, tonight it was easy
To let him watch me as I let myself go.

It wasn't planned.
None of it.
Everything just happened the way they happened.
Everything was perfect.