A Fantasy Story for BIKSS

The evening of BIKSS' departure from where he was on his work trip, I asked if we were meeting the following day. He said yes... 

I asked if we were having dinner, or was he just swinging by for a good pussy-fucking. 

Yes, I'm hoping dinner. And a good pussy-fucking sounds really good. 

"I have a fantasy," I say... 

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That you enter my room,  and immediately pull me close to kiss me, one hand gripping my hair, the other cupping my chin. You are rough. Raw. Primal.

You release me and slap my cheek.

“Miss me, little girl?”

"I do," I pant.

“Good. Show me.”

I reach down, intending to undo your belt and pants.

“Uh-uh,” you say.

I’m confused.

“Show me what you miss...”

“But I miss Roger,” I reply.

“Only Roger?”

You wrap your hand around my throat.

“And you,” I don't hesitate, "Of course.”

“And what about me do you miss?”

“The way your touch feels...”

“Show me.”

I’m not sure what you want...

“Show you what I miss you doing to me?”

“Clever girl.”

You continue, ”You can start by getting out of this,” you tug at my top.

You take a step back and give me enough space to move my arms as I pull my tank off.

I’m standing in only my panties.

“Well then, what is it that I do with my hands that you miss?”

I reach tentatively for a nipple. You look at it greedily, your eyes no longer holding my gaze.

I take my nipple between thumb and index finger...

“I don't recall being so gentle with your tits...”

My face is flushed, half from lust and half from embarrassment.

I pinch my tit and wince a little.

“That's more like it...” you say approvingly.

I fiddle with my nipple and twist it this way and that. The way I imagine you do, uncertain if that is indeed how you do it. The thought occurs to me that I don't exactly know what you do because I normally shut my eyes.

“What are you planning on doing with your other hand? You seem to have a free tit.”

I reach up with my free hand and follow suit with the by-now not-so-free tit.

I’m gasping a little, from the sensations, but mostly from being watched.

I get shy all of a sudden and shut my eyes.

It's a little more bearable now that I don't have to look at you watching my hands.

“Isn't it about the time I would usually move to check on my pussy? See how wet she is?”

I recognise you’re guiding me.

I move the first hand down to my panties.

I am unsure if I should pull them down.

You position my hand on my mons.

Through the fabric I press down on my clit. My legs buckle ever so slightly.

I realise it would look quite awkward if I were to reach further back towards my pussy. A half-squat doesn't seem the sexiest pose.

“Bed. Go."

I feel a wave of butterflies in my stomach.

Not even a sentence. Just two words.

And my insides are jelly.

I climb onto the bed, one hand on crotch, in a manner so ungainly I wonder if you’re still enjoying this.

Finally I manage to settle onto my back. My tit hand has come away from my body - I must have used it to support myself as I was getting into bed.

“Your hand get tired?” you tease.

“No,” I squeak, and go back to twiddling my nipples. 

What is going on??? I ask myself in my head. Who IS this person - this isn't me!

But it is.

You stretch out beside me, in your undershirt. When did you take your shirt off? I wonder.

“The crotch of your panties is soaked through...” you say in feigned amusement.

I continue rubbing my pussy through my underwear, not realising I’m pinching my nipples harder now, moving from one to the other and back again. 

“It looks like you don't need me, OR roger, for that matter. You’ve got this haven't you?”

I turn to face you immediately...

“Nooo!” I whine.

“I want Daddy’s hands. Daddy’s cock!”

“To do this? To touch you and make you wet?” You prop yourself up on your side and reach down between my legs with your hand, pushing the fabric of my underwear aside as you begin an assault on my clit and pussy.

I wriggle under your touch, but you hold my thigh down and open with the weight of your own leg.

I'm in for a treat, I think triumphantly.

The moans come unabashedly.

My breathing quickens.

Your face is at my neck, taking in my scent, kissing me, your chin brushing against my skin with your stubble.

It's gentle and hard and tender and rough all at once.

I buck under your fingers.

You slap my inner thigh.

I groan at the smack.

“Don't move.”

There it is again. The whimpering.

I don't control it. I can't. The sounds I make are involuntary.

I reach for you with my hands, feeling your shoulders, your arms.

I pull your tee-shirt off and you stop long enough to let me.

You pull my hands above my head and hold them there with your supporting arm, and the delicious torment on my clit continues.

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It ends there... but just to be sure he doesn't get any ideas... I wrote...

His reply made me smile. He knows how self-conscious I am and how I feel about being watched.  We've talked about this before. 

FFF 22

This week, it's all about the stomach and portion control. But first, the tally.

For the week ending 24th June, here are the numbers:

No of >10k steps days - 3 (i was gunning for at least 4-5 a week...)
No of exercise days - 2 walks. gah, no swimming.
Highest no of steps in a day - 11,050
Total steps in a week - 63, 189 (met my goal!)

And now, links!

Here are 9 facts/myths explained

All the fuss about portion control - what is it?

Your stomach is the size of your fist

But eating just a fistful of veggies isn't quite enough. It's a good guide for meats and grains tho. One fist of each and you're set. Just remember that if you're ONLY eating vegetables, you shouldn't be afraid to pile on all the different coloured ones. The more colourful, the better!

Submitting - Just Some Rambling Thoughts

*Long Post Advisory* - You might want to go get a cup of tea... or a bowl of ice cream.

Submission. Submitting.

Is it something we do when an opportunity presents itself? Or something that we look for ways in which to offer as much as possible? Are we passive or active in our submission?

Reading comments on others' posts have made me think about revisiting this topic. I don't pretend to be an expert. Some readers here will know BIKSS and I are not married (to each other) neither do we live together. So any reference to how this lifestyle works for us will only be within the framework of a relationship between two people who love each other. Think of it as D/s in abstract. In a relationship. Not necessarily a marriage. 

I can only share what I know; how TTWD has benefited us. Bear in mind everyone has / will have different journeys and it's important to remember that your individual journey will not (and probably should not) look like anyone else's. 

OK. Disclaimers sorted. On to the good stuff. 

Part 1 All Things Bright and Beautiful 

In the beginning there was excitement. It was new. It was going to make our sex life completely hot. And it did. We had the rules. We had the routines and rituals. We had the script. We said the right things, did the right things, learnt the right postures. Looking back now I giggle abit about those days. It was akin to little girls wearing grown-up high-heeled shoes. 

But let's face it, we don't all grow up to be those women who clickety clack in 3 inch stilettos every day. Some of us end up wearing flip flops 90% of the time, others live in trainers, while some of us prefer loafers, mocs, deck shoes, sandals... you name it right?

And yet there remains a "stock standard" image of the grown up woman's shoes - much like how there are stock standard ideas of D/s, TTWD, BDSM, whatever you call it.

But I've come to realise that our version of D/s or TTWD (I see one as a subset of the other) is probably more like a pair of flip-flops than stilettos. Comfortable, casual, but most importantly, absolutely essential.

Like slippers - that's what we call it here -it's a staple in our relationship. Sure, sometimes we play with the toys and trappings, and dress it up with positions and instructions. Sometimes we pull out the D/s vocabulary and weapons of ass destruction. But mostly it's just a state of being. He's my Dom, and I'm his girl. Without all the gloss and polish, our TTWD is just like a pair of old comfy flip flops - functional and dependable. 

Part 2 All Creatures Great and Small

Er, maybe not creatures. But in all aspects, big and small, the thing that is ever on my mind is to be polite and decent. Be nice to him...  

It's not as weird as it sounds.

"But of course you'll be nice to him, you love him!"  

Nuh-uh. We all know it's way easier to be rude to the people closest to us; we hurt our loved ones the most, while we tend to take great pains to be polite to and extra patient with strangers - even the ones who piss us off (at the grocery store, getting off escalators, on the way to work, while queueing up for a coffee...) right?

That's probably the one crucial aspect of TTWD that has made THIS relationship different from others we've had in the past. 

Respect. Being mindful of how we want the other person to feel. To raise, lift up, encourage. It's easy to say we can do the same thing in a vanilla relationship. But in reality, it's a lot harder when there isn't the threat of a spanking looming over your head for disobedience or disrespect.

[Right, this last point has got my brain shooting off in a whole other direction, but I shan't go there today. ]

It might appear to be one-sided in that we're thinking from the sub's point of view.

But how does TTWD help the Dom remember to be nice to his girl? What motivation does he have?

I'll share BIKSS's answer to that in a moment, but as far as I can tell, if I were to be given authority and responsibility over another person, I'd bluddy damned well show a good example. And if I want someone to afford me that kind of respect, then hashtag Golden Rule. (Note: it's not just a Christianity thing...)

OK, so what was BIKSS' answer?

Well, your open expression of submission is a constant reminder... Probably not a conscious decision or mindset but one borne of the dynamic.

Of course a Bad Dom could just take the submission and sit on it, then dish out abuse in exchange. So let's assume that we've put some thought into this and have already ascertained that the men we love aren't Bad Doms ok?

But I asked BIKSS anyway...  about Good Doms and Bad Doms. Here's his paragraph ~

A Good Dom remembers that the submission is a gift, one given from the heart, and as such, respect is the least a Good Dom can give back.  The temptation to go further, push harder, burst limits, is always going to come up but the sub's needs are foremost.

In a nutshell what I'm hearing is "good begets good". And also, that's it's his job to take care of me. I suppose it follows that if that is the mindset of the Dom (ie. to take care of, guide, help, nurture etc.,) then it's quite natural that he won't be rude / mean / dismissive to his sub.

That and if, like BIKSS, he is constantly aware that his girl's submission is a gift to him, then it is very likely to be accompanied by some kind of emotional response - this is what he replied when I asked him what his emotional response was to my gift of submission (as he put it):

BIKSS - Humility - that you would. Gratitude after - for giving it. And then a sense of how big it is.

Me - How big WHAT is?

BIKSS - The responsibility of having won your trust and submission and knowing that now one has to be worthy.

Righto then. When do we submit? How?

In all things. Great and small. That was my original point. It's not just about submitting to the punishment / spanking, or to his decision-making. It's not just submitting in the BIG things, or maybe, you thought, just the small easy-to-do things.

It's everything. Or anything that has been previously agreed upon. For example, for us there are some exclusions. He doesn't get involved in money matters or my work schedule. Not because I don't or won't let him, but it's just the way our relationship is - these are not things that concern him or that he could impact one way or another. With the parents and my classes and work, I'm the only person around here who knows what's best for me/them and what will or won't work, logistically speaking. I'm mostly financially independent. (Altho' with this kitchen mess I'm a little bit skint now.) The flat is in my name, so decisions are my burden and mine alone. However I DO go to him to get his advice and opinion if I'm not a hundred per cent sure of what I'm going to do. Basically there are areas in my life where he is unable to take a Dominant role - and in those areas I AM KING. Ok, Queen. You know what I mean.

Having said that, he does help to ease the financial strain by buying me stuff I need and feeding me when we go out to eat. He even dropped some dinner off for me last week on his way home, as he knew I hadn't bought any food to take home with me earlier in the day - and knowing full well I couldn't whip something up either considering I have no stove for 3 weeks.

When I need to run to mum's he is ready to ferry me. When I need supplies he'll gladly get them for me.

But where was I? Oh, yeah. Everything. Everything ELSE.

If he says let's go do something, we go. If he has thought up a plan that doesn't sound TOO mad, I'll go along with it. When he says I should drink water, I do (I'm awful at drinking enough water... bleugh). It is common around these parts that I tell him what I need... buy groceries, deliver meds, get food, WANT CAKE... then he'll take all the different bits and pieces and turn it into some workable plan. And then that's the plan. Cos that's his job. And it's also my job to tell him what I need.

It's called working together.

I never used to have this in my other relationships. I would dictate lead. They would follow. Cos they didn't have a choice. It was always done MY WAY. It was exhausting. Why didn't I just let them do the leading then? I didn't trust them enough I suppose. They didn't prove they were capable of doing so, maybe...

Part 3 All Things Wise and Wonderful

But what about that thing I said about passive vs active submission?

6 years ago I think I was naive and ignorant. I would wait for him to instruct. I would wonder why he wasn't more demanding. I would crave his dominance. And I would be frustrated. Erotic D/s images like this one didn't help any.

I read about subs whose doms instructed them not to cum, or to cum, or to masturbate for them.

I drooled when I read posts about doms dictating what their subs were to wear.

I panted for more rituals, more protocols, more "stuff".

And to be fair, every time I told him what I needed, he met those needs. But I eventually realised what was lacking.

My submission was dependent on his dominance. For aren't they the perfect foil for each other? Well, yes. But therein lies the beauty of this dance. Without one, there cannot be the other. But where one first begins to exist, soon the other must follow.

I've grown wiser over the years. Perhaps not in everything, but in understanding how OUR version of TTWD works. I was always waiting for him to ask me for my submission. But for it to be truly a gift, it had to be given. Over and over again. Continuously. Constantly. And consistently. That's what I've learnt in the last year. (It only took me 5 years... geez. Talk about a steep curve.)

It was accidental too. At times I found myself being more active in my submission. And it was at those times that I felt most "right". We've never had orgasm control. In fact he likes it when I have at it.

(Side note : I'm one of those women who fall into the category of "the more I have, the more likely I'll want it, and the less of it I have, the less I'll need it". I'm not sure if any of you are like that too, but I know I've seen at least one other sub say this about herself... can't quite remember who now tho.)

Going back to my point - BIKSS has never dictated my 'cumming' and going, so to speak, but I have asked him via text if I may have a cum... and he gets into Dom mode immediately. Did I have to? Nope. If I didn't ask him permission but went ahead anyway, did I have to report it? Nope.  It just isn't part of our thing. But when I ask I exercise submission, and he practises Dominance.

When he asks what I would like to eat... and I say, "You choose, Daddy." That's me being actively sub. I could just as easily have said "How about that place with the build your own sushi?" and we would have gone on to have dinner like any other vanilla couple. But when I leave it to him, his Dom gears get activated and he thinks about what I might enjoy, or what might fit into my weird food plan based on what I might have had earlier in the day (he'll know cos I usually tell him what I'm eating).

Is this topping from the bottom? I've decided if it works, it works, and I'm not even going to consider this question. Every damn thing could be considered topping from the bottom if you let it. So no. I'm not going there. I *will* say that the other thing that sparked off my whole active subbing movement was what BIKSS said to me not too long ago - that being a good girl / sub is not dependent on following his instructions or obeying his directions. That when I do "nice" things for him of my own accord (with him in mind), I'm being a good sub by showing care and concern, and pre-empting his needs and wants.

Have I been actively subbing recently? Yes. It's still tough though, cos my default setting is Go-Getter-No-Messin'-About-Bitch. But I'm making a conscious effort to be more submissive. He said to me once (on the topic of why we do what we do) that he recognises that I need to have the space to be sub.  Now this is my way of creating a space for him to be Dom.

And for the most part, we're at a wonderful, comfortable, flip-floppy, place.

Chicken Waffles, Us, The Flogger Proper

Remember that place we went to some time ago where I mentioned they had chicken and waffles on the menu?

BIKSS swung by after work on Friday evening and we headed there for dinner. The hot chocolate was delish! I'm sure you can figure out what needed to be done. 

I was reading stuff on the fone, I think we were talking about crocodiles and how many teeth they have, when BIKSS decided to go Daddy on me and said "Pour your hot chocolate before it gets cold."

In good girl fashion I flipped my fone shut and did as he said. Don't think for a minute that some part of me didn't rebel immediately (on the inside, that is). It did. But I knew it was for no good reason. I think it's a natural reaction for me to just object to whatever "the boyfriend" says, as a defence mechanism or something. Defence against WHAT exactly, I have no idea. I recognised that all-too -familiar feeling, but ignored it and did as he said cos hey, he made sense and a lot of what I do is governed by logic.

Anyway, the food came quickly enough and we were soon devouring our chicken and waffle. 

I had half the chicken, and a quarter of the waffle and then asked for a scoop of vanilla ice cream to plop onto the other quarter, which I shared with BIKSS. 

It's nice to not feel like you've eaten too much and are going to explode. Cos when dinner and dessert are essentially the same thing, you can eat just the ONE thing instead of two! :)

We came home after and lay in bed talking about our relationship. Well, about me and how I've changed in the course of our relationship. He says I'm way more mellow now than I used to be. We had a little hiccup with an online ticketing system the day before and he said he honestly expected me to have a fit. And when I didn't, he realised that I'd come a long way. 

In fact, HE was more upset by the whole thing than I was. 

I suppose it's easy to stay calm (or calmer than before, at any rate) when he's always there telling me to breathe, to not get upset, cos there isn't really anything that can be done about ---insert annoying situation here---.

He's rubbed off on me, I guess. And in a good way.

What else has changed? I've relinquished power. What? Only now? After 6 years? Um, the TRUE power, I mean. Ordering My Food. 

You see, I'm fussy about what I eat, not only in the matter of taste, but also in terms of diet. There are some foods I don't eat at all, some I eat on a limited basis, and some I eat copious amounts of. This makes it kinda (ok, very) difficult for someone to order food for me, or get takeout if they're coming over. 

But BIKSS has gotten to know my eating habits and patterns well enough to know that :-

1) I can and sometimes do eat the same thing everyday for a stretch at a time, but depending on my mood, will sometimes kill for something different; 

2) there are some foods (read: some carbs) I will not eat at all, but potato things and waffle things are a grey area - depending on when I last consumed some and how much, I may or may not be fine with eating those particular carbs that day; 

3) of the things I do eat, sometimes a thing has to be cooked a certain way or else it's a no-go;

4) I will always eat cake - but again, only specific types of cake; 

After a few misses that had me sometimes a little disappointed (or still hungry), BIKSS has managed to figure out my eating patterns. I daresay he's quite a pro at it now. 

This tells me two things - 1) he paid attention to my weird food habits, and 2) surprisingly, I allowed myself to trust him to be able to figure out my weird food habits. 

(In retrospect I think no one should ever be subjected to having to figure out my weird food habits. It's borderline cruel to expect anyone to do so. LOL.)

I love being able to go out to dinner and say "You order, I'll just eat," knowing that he'll get it right! Maybe he's figured out a way to read my mind!

OH, but I've left out the best part of our after-dinner adventure that night. When we came home the house was empty. 

I went to the bedroom to change into my muck-around-at-home tee, and he came in soon after. 

He took off his shirt and went to get the flogger. 

"Here," he said, pointing at a spot on the bed. "Hands and knees." 

I was immediately wet. I'm sure you know how it is. 

He pulled my tee up towards my head and left it there. My back was bare. My butt exposed.

Down came the flogger. 

Nature Park and Some Thai for Dinner

Remember that nature park we said we were headed to? It had some freshwater / river exhibits that I swear BIKSS enjoyed more than I did. He likes learning about rivers and fish, and fishing. :)

Here are some pics:

Alligator Snapping Turtle

This dude was so still that when BIKSS saw it he walked right past thinking it was a stone replica meant as a decorative piece. I stared at it for a good half a minute before I caught a slight movement. 

"Um, it's real, Daddy. It just moved."

Then we stared at it some more till he saw it move with his own eyes. :)

Electric Eel

I liked this fella. There's a little board by the side of the exhibit that has lights along the bottom telling you how much current it's producing at any one time - when we were there it was blinking only on the lower end of the scale, presumably just sending out pulses to get a sense of its surroundings. I thought that was pretty cool. 

Tigerfish

BIKSS took this one. I couldn't get a good picture. It's kinda scary if you ask me.

This one was a catfish of sorts that tends to hang out under rocks and ledges. The water was murky and we couldn't spot it at first, especially with the other fish swimming to and fro in front of it. But I spotted it after some time. Yay me!

Otters

Manatee

The otters and manatees were probably our favourites. BIKSS says I'm like the otters - playful and never able to keep still! This particular fella had decided to take a break from swimming and plonked himself on a trunk for a bit of a rest. At one point we think he fell asleep even!

There were also different types of monkeys, snakes, egrets, a red panda, giant pandas and other animals, but I think we enjoyed the river section the most cos that's where all my camera's memory got eaten up!

Here are some of the other critters :)

That little fella was totally in his mama's way the whole time we were watching them!

Egrets

Red Panda

Giant Panda

Bearded Emperor Tamarin

Then it was time for our Thai-food dinner... and we were both SO hungry we ate all of it! (It is worth mentioning this is probably double the serving of what we would have on a regular day - it must have been all that walking!)

Stir fried veggies with mushrooms

Beancurd & seafood soup

Honey Chicken

Deep Fried Garlic Pork

Then we came home. BIKSS hadn't planned on staying the night but I think all my badgering worked. He hopped off home to get some stuff for the next day's work and came by an hour or so later. And we snuggled into bed and fell asleep cuddling.

FFF 21 Recap

Welcome, Michael M, to our FFF troupe! We're glad you decided to join us on our fitness/wellness journey :)

Visit him at Disciplined Behaviour

Hop over to Abby's place too!

And here is Olivia's FFF and date night account :)

Roz is managing with her exercises despite a new job - I'm totally impressed! She says ~

Thanks to finishing work fairly early so far I have managed to keep up with the exercises, except that I usually do them 6 out of 7 days and (ironically) have Friday off lol. This week I'm down 2 days. 

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Today - antibiotics. I have a UTI. It's pretty mild as far as UTIs go: just a case of frequent peeing, no pain, no burning, and still managing a good stream, thank goodness!

I went to the doc to get a course of antibiotics cos I had already left work by the time I thought I needed it, and I remembered something about being told not to take it with milk, so I went surfing. Here are some links.

First, the basics

A word on antibiotic resistance

Finally, what foods to avoid

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Today BIKSS leaves for another worktrip. Boo. But it won't be a long one, thankfully. Please feel free to come visit me to keep my mind off missing him! Especially after our mini-vacation in my home last week. 

It's All About The Nipples

My housemate was in. We weren't alone. The day the flogger arrived we couldn't really play and experiment fully cos BIKSS was concerned about the sound. 

This is not a new problem for us, or in fact, anyone who is familiar with spanking. Hotel rooms are notorious for having thin walls. Kids in the home or visiting guests make it difficult for regular night-time smacks to take place. 

The solution - pain through other avenues.

Our logic, in a nutshell, works thus - He brings on the pain, I accept it. It is an act of submitting to his dominance. Simple.

A spanking is one way he can inflict pain while still affording me that personal connection which is his touch. But there are quieter ways for him to inflict pain which also provide the same skin to skin connection. Enter the nipples. 

His reluctance to spank and play too loudly with the flogger resulted in a newfound appreciation for nipple torture. Perhaps in the past we both just enjoyed spankings so much we never thought to experiment with other ways of creating the same feelings of submission-thru-pain (for me). 

BIKSS spent Wednesday evening through to Friday morning experimenting with his fingers and the nipple clamps. He got particularly inventive on Thursday night when he clamped both my tits then went on to chew (yes chew!) on whatever flesh was left protruding above the jaws of the wretched thing. 

Did it hurt? Like a biatch. Did it work in the feeling-submissive department? 

YES, oh totally YES YES YES!

Is this his new go-to for quiet pain-infliction? I think so. 

=)

FFF 21

As we were in the car coming home from the nature park and I was convincing (badgering) BIKSS to stay over tonight, it occured to me that tomorrow would be Friday again. So here I am, with an update. 

How does the week fly by so quickly? 

*Shoutout to Roz - I hope this first week at work has been great!*

Here it is - 

Total steps for the week - 83,020 (I know, it's madness!)

Highest no in a day - 16,666

No of >10k steps days - 5

No of exercise days - 5 (3 small walks and 2 swims)

On my mind this week - PROBIOTICS

The gay friend with whom I share stories on the dirty bench has recently just recovered from a bad case of stomach flu. We were reading up on the pros and cons of probiotics and I realise there are heck a lot of them out there. 

Here are the links if you want to read up on intestinal flora :)

Here's a brief rundown - the basics, if you will.

But do they work?? Not if you're already healthy, they say.

If you can get your hands on them, here are some probiotic foods.

Want to know more about them? Read this comprehensive guide.

And a summary from Readers Digest. Just because.

Have a good weekend everyone! And do hop round to Michael M's place to welcome him to FFF!

Lidl's Day Out

We had cake a couple nights ago, cos Daddy didn't have to run home early. We drove down to our favourite cake place even tho it was a little later than usual, and sat and chatted over a slice of cake each! We usually just share something, but were feeling decadent :)

Of course I'm now a whole kg heavier from that as well as being totally lax diet-wise this week. 

BIKSS had a red velvet cheesecake and I had a chocolate truffle. YUM! Totally worth it. 

He had planned to stay over last night (Hurray!) so we went out for a late show, Jurassic World, which I felt was way too much excitement for a Wednesday evening LOL. 

After that we came home and got ready for bed. 

So remember how I said the tiles were the only thing getting laid around here this week? I told them to hold off on the flooring work as I am not entirely comfortable with these contractors. I'm waiting on another quote from a different guy. But in the meantime, SOMETHING needed to get laid right? 

The flogger came. We played with it. And then we talked about pain and submission. And then I got horny and my face got good and fucked. Which made me MORE horny. 

So we hopped into the shower together and guess who got laid after all!

This morning we ran errands and then went to have lunch near an abandoned train stop. We wandered and explored a bit. It was sunny but not sweltering, thank goodness. 

And now we're off to explore a nature park. This lidl is milking her day out with Daddy!

I'll write more tomorrow :)

Tuesday Toon #36 and the Kitchen Update

Update on the house:

14th June - Tore down cabinets. Sprayed termiticide everywhere. Saw the infestation in one of the support panels. It wasn't pretty. 

15th June - Changed the water pipe. After the cabinets got taken down we realised the pipe looked ready to burst. So that was an additional $100 to my bill. Wait. The wiring was a mess too. Apparently my first contractor cut more than a few corners. Connectors were melted through, wires were dangling. Electrician came in and did some work cleaning up the mess. Add another $100. 

(Actually, we're all convinced God sent me a plague of termites so that I would rip out the cabinets and fix the wiring. The guy said it would have caught fire any minute had I not changed it!)

19th June - Floor people came in to see the damage. The contractor who did up the kitchen the first time round failed to inform me that there were damaged tiles and crappy flooring where the cupboards needed to go. He just built over it and boarded everything up so no one could see any of the crap. Now that I'm having legs under my new cabinets everything will be exposed. In any case, I just think it's a better idea to sort stuff out once and for all. That's another $600 to my bill. Whoopee.

21st June - Gas man will be coming to shut off the gas so we can remove the stove / hob and then he'll come round again after the new cabinets have been installed to reconnect the hob. That's $70. (It's extortion I tell you.)

We will also both be on leave, me and BIKSS, to make a trip down to the store to get a stacking kit for my dryer so it can sit on my washing machine and give me some extra floor space. Add $30. 

This is also the day the guys will come in to hack the existing floor. Ouch. 

22nd June - New tiles get laid. Probably the only thing to be getting laid this week. 

*Edit - I've told the hackers and the layers to hold off for a bit. I'm trying to get a second opinion from another fella. I don't quite have a good feeling about this first chap. And I tend to regret it when I DON'T listen to my gut...

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I've been busy, as you can see. But BIKSS has been diligently collecting amusing pics for our weekly episode of Tuesday Toon. Here they are!

1) Well behaved vandals - 

2) This was the result of my plan to go to the laundromat while my kitchen is being redone 

3) When nature decides to be horny

4) When people have too much time on their hands

5) You'd think this was pretty obvious - 

6) Who thought up THAT plate?