Good Morning, Vietnam!

We are back from Ho Chi Minh city where we spent 5 days together. The best part? Cuddling into Daddy's arms at night and HEARING him say goodnight and I love you, instead of just reading it on my fone via text. The only thing that was better than that was waking up to his kisses and his hands languidly fondling me. 

Sex was had, blowjobs were given, vibrator employed, and even anal after a reset spanking because we got into a thing on the last night there. We did go to bed sorted, but I woke up feeling like I needed some resetting and reclaiming. So I told him and he obliged. He clearly decided that putting his fingers, and later on, Roger, up my arse would drive the message home. And it did. It's one of those sure fire ways of making me feel like I'm his again, particularly after a tiff. We talked about whether it was a power thing for him, and decided perhaps it was. Reasserting dominance I suppose. We didn't bring any lube with us. So I was surprised he managed to get Roger up my arse. I was in an adequately submissive state of mind - feeling open and ready in a way I haven't felt in a while - and I didn't squirm or feel bad about having my butthole explored and penetrated (like I oftentimes do).  Turns out my own juices were enough.  

As for other parts of the holiday, well, we ate too much, walked even more, and went slightly mad with the shopping. Not that we bought a whole lot of stuff - more like we would pick up something, go back to the hotel, decide it was really good value for money and hop down to the market again to get more (coffee, tea, cashews & tee shirts were prime suspects). Sometimes within the span of a couple of hours! It's a good (or maybe bad!!) thing that our room was literally a stone's throw from the Ben Thanh market. we were on the opposite side of where the roundabout is  (you can see it in the pics on that link). There was construction going on at the roundabout tho, so walking to some of the other streets were a little cumbersome, but the two roads on the left and right come alive from about 7 every night with a night market. That's where we did most of our shopping!

This is probably one of the most all rounded trips I've taken with BIKSS -

• we got tickets to a cultural show at the opera house, 
• took a dinner cruise on the Mekong river, 
• chilled out with drinks at the rooftop bar of an old hotel, 
• paid a visit to the war museum (where I got way too emotional and had to step out because it got to me), 
• attended Mass at the Notre Dame Basilica, 
• crammed with the crowds along Bui Vien street (or what is known as "backpackers area" on the Saturday they were celebrating Halloween no less), 
• went a little bit Bohemian and ate Banh Mi (which really just means bread, but is understood to stand for the sandwich) from a street vendor along Book Street, 
• shared a flight of beer at a local microbrewery,
• and partook in the best pizzas in Asia at Pizza 4Ps which, luckily for us, was only 5 minutes away on foot. It was so good we ate our first and last meals in Ho Chi Minh there. 

And now... here are some of the trip fotos!

That's honey BIKSS is pouring over a 3 cheese pizza. It's SO GOOD! 

I'm so gonna pour honey on all my pizzas from now on!

The front of the Opera House - lighted up and looking pretty.

BIKSS getting his first ever manicure and a foot massage at the same time, while I got a pedicure. 

We had walked past on the first day and I mentioned we should go in when we have some free time. He couldn't believe it when on day 2 he found himself saying the words, 

"We have time now, shall we go get our nails done?" 

He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he said it.

It was HILARIOUS!

An older woman being a kick-ass Vespa valet at the Backpacker's Area

- a common sight in HCM city.

Traditional Vietnamese Table BBQ - the grill is built into the table and 

when you're done they lift the round grate and replace it with a fresh one for the next guy.

We had venison, squid and wildboar - that was a first for me! Vegetables are complimentary 

- they provide pickled / seasoned ones and also some for chucking on the grill.

Graffiti is a thing on the walls outside the Pasteur Street Brewing Company. 

Writing this instead of our real names was BIKSS' idea. Good call!

Our beer flight. I drank WAY too much. Considering I haven't drunk in almost 2 years!

The Banh Mi vendor at one end of Book Street. 

Sunday Roast - crayons are provided at the table and there's a huge sheet of paper for you 

to scribble and draw on. It gave me something to do while waiting.

The view from the dinner cruise boat.

Went to the pizza place for lunch again before our departure - 

half and half pizzas are the best idea ever!

That's burrata cheese we're both trying for the first time. 

View from the rooftop bar of Caravelle Hotel after the show at the Opera House.

STAIRS. There were many. Everywhere. These ones led up to the microbrewery tap room. We climbed so many flights that by the end of only our second day both of us had aching legs!

This has been possibly the bestest holiday with BIKSS yet!! And now, laundry - and sleep!

Spank Today, Gone Tomorrow

Bikss, I mean. He got back from Kuala Lumpur last night and popped round to see me today. I assembled a carefully curated platter of mooncakes for him for breakfast (I'd been saving some from my acquisitions over the week) with a cup of coffee.. and he brought MORE mooncakes which he had bought from there. Yay!

He also had a huge tub of sunflower seeds for me... cos I love to snack on them, and some chocolate covered dates which I enjoy as an occasional treat (cos it's so sweet and calorie-laden!) And a bunch of little bottles of shampoo /conditioner and shower gel from the hotel he was staying in. He doesn't use them, and I don't like the idea of them going to waste (especially since I'm not fussed about what brand of product I use in the shower) and it helps me save money! So whenever he's away I tell him to bring them back. 

I decided in January that I would use these free bottles as much as possible, and so far (thanks to friends who travel too!) I haven't had to buy any soap, shampoo or conditioner from the shops all year!

The tops of the bottles were a little soapy so I rinsed them and popped them on the dish rack to dry. He must have done this when I was in the toilet cos after he left this was what I found : He had gone and arranged them!

Yup. He has a cute way of leaving his mark around the house sometimes. 

But today he made doubly sure that I remembered he was here! 

We headed into the room after breakfast and as I was about to climb into bed I took my underwear off. 

"Did you just take that off?" 

"Yup." Then I gave him a big grin!

He must have approved because as soon as I got into bed he was on top of me, his fingers exploring my pussy and his lips claiming kisses that were owed to him for having been separated the whole week!

One thing led to another and soon he was fucking me as I lay face down on my front, his fingers in my mouth as I sucked my juices off them. 

"Daddy's gonna cum on himself and you can lick me clean okay?" 

We all know it wasn't a question. But I said OK anyway. 

After I had cleaned him up I continued to lay with my head on his lap, and his balls in my mouth. I continued sucking and licking and just all round pampering him with my tongue.. and eventually he had his fingers in my pussy again. 

"Daddy wants you to have a cum. Can you do that?"

Again, not a question. 

"I'll try..." I said. "I'm gonna need my vibe."

He got it for me and off we went. Well, off I got, rather. 

And when I had cum and my clit was all sorts of sensitive he went down on me and was relentless in his sucking and licking and as if that wasn't enough to send me soaring, he got up and wrapped a hand around my throat. I got lightheaded and roaring filled my ears as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. 

When he finally entered me I was all but semi-conscious. My eyes were closed, my head was thrown back and the only thing I was aware of was my left hand holding on to his arm and my legs wrapped around his hips. And the sounds that were coming out of my mouth seemed to come from somewhere above my head.

He came on my belly but I was too weak to move. So I just lay there while he got up to grab tissues and wipes to clean us both up. I eventually managed to turn myself right side up on the bed cos by this time we had gotten turned around and our heads were at the foot of the bed. 

He came back to bed and we cuddled, before he almost-lazily spanked my right butt cheek. No one wanted to move and he was quite happy to dish out a lopsided spanking. I wasn't. But I couldn't be arsed to move (pun intended). Not yet anyway.

After some more snuggling and talking he had to leave for the office to get some stuff done before his next trip. "No!" I wailed, climbing on top of him so I was lying front down on top of him. 😁

What a convenient position! I said he couldn't leave yet cos my left cheek hadn't been spanked. He quickly corrected that!

Tomorrow he leaves again for Thailand. And the week after he has another work trip to somewhere in Malaysia. It's so infuriating!

In other news, being extra careful about what I eat (and being mindful of portion control) over the week because I've been treating myself to yummy mooncakes here, there and everywhere has led to my losing another kilo! Woohoo! 

Just goes to show you can have your (moon)cake and eat it too! 

I suppose the upside to all this travelling he's doing is that I get lots of treats, more bathroom supplies, and our vacation at the end of the month will be that much more deserved!

In the meantime, I'm seriously in miss-my-Daddy mode! 

The Other Jerky

So remember I said I loved those bak kwa things? I didn't get the ones I'm *still* gunning for but Daddy DID get me some dried meat jerky things from the Philippines where he was last.

THEY'RE YUMMY! But not quite the same as the ones I was talking about. He did say we would go and get some of those soon! Yay! I can't wait!

Snippets - The Holiday and Smacking Edition

We're going on holiday! At the end of October. 5 days. That's the longest vacation yet! 

BIKSS booked the trip today. Yay. I can't wait!!!

Also, he came over for breakfast today. We had oats and fruit. Mine was cold. His was warm. I had yoghurt. He had milk. I had pear. He had banana. So it was the same breakfast - but different! My coffee had milk. His had sugar. Mine had cocoa. His had none. LOL. It was fun fixing breakfast for him tho. I so rarely get to do it. 

Then we had a cuddle and a quick romp. 

There was some spanking, and a blowjob (of course) during which he slapped my face a little bit, but also a little more than before. This isn't part of our usual repertoire altho' we have tried it a few times. I enjoyed it... but Roger REALLY enjoyed it. 

It's strange how he manages to do so with such affection. Belonging. Cherished. These are the words I would use to describe how I feel when he's shoving my face into his crotch and making me gag on his cock, while smacking my cheek at the same time with the other hand. Hashtag warped. But I'm not complaining. And in between slaps he affectionately pinches the bridge of my nose in that playful you're-so-cute way, and strokes the space between my eyebrows with the back of an index finger. Cock still in mouth. Eyes looking up at him.

I love it. All of it. The combination of all those actions, along with his words affirming I'm Daddy's little girl, somehow make the encounter even more intimate. 

After we were done he was extra affectionate. More stroking, more holding of back of the head pulling me close to his face. I mentioned it. He does it whenever we try something new(-ish) that hasn't quite made it into our regular programming. And by something new I mean something that could potentially cause me to freak out and make playtime go horribly wrong. He was surprised that he had a "pattern". LOL. 

I think it's his way of reassuring me and making sure I know I'm loved - despite what the actions may look like on the surface (I mean, we *are* dealing with force and the infliction of pain here) when taken out of context and considered individually. 

I mean, I know what it is, and he knows what it is and you all know what it is, but there is still the possibility of some part of the brain kicking in and responding to being hurt by someone you trust. 

In any case, it's all good. During was good. After was good. And with all this reassuring going on, sometimes I forget to reassure HIM too. I should run off and do that now.