Freebies, Tea, and Home Improvements

I've been doing the upcycle / freecycle thing for a while now, with FB groups and OLIO and what not. And recently I received this bunch of stuff from a lady who was clearing out her stash. She has too much, was moving house, and decided to offer them to people. 

They're all brand new, and this has saved me having to get body mist and night cream for a while longer. So hurray for free stuff! 

On my part I've also given away CDs (I've got them all as mp3s now) and am currently waiting for some people to come and pick up cooler bags (cos I have way too many). Some are lightly used, but a lot of them are brand new from when you buy groceries and the brands pack them with the goods as free gifts. 

It feels good not to have things go to waste... I really don't like throwing stuff that still have life left in them. 

All this saving has me finally sorting out my finances and yesterday I was down at the bank cancelling my credit card and the account that is tagged to it. It felt good to finally have a zero balance on there. 

By year end I'll have paid off another 10k loan too! 

We also sorted out mum and dad's joint account. Closed that one too cos mum already has her own personal savings account. We took some of the money my father left behind and put it in a fixed deposit as well. 

I'm thinking if I continue to put aside the money I pay to my loan I'll be able to save about 1k every quarter and that can also go into fixed D. 

I told BIKSS it feels like the "money and finance" part of my life has finally caught up with the "responsibilities and stress" part of my life. I now see Fixed Deposit Account in my banking app. Woohoo! I'm feeling very grown up. 

And last week, to celebrate the yummy tea-trappings I received, we had low tea! I baked scones and a lemon brownie and we broke out the clotted cream and jam and curd. 

And it was delicious. 

The mother is also planning on bringing over some foto albums from the old place. And I know she has lots of little bits and pieces that she would like to have with her here... so over the weekend I virtual shopped with a friend on the Ikea website and bought a trolley (for her various meal supplements), a kitchen shelf/rack thing, and extra shelf inserts for the hall closet so we can stick more stuff in there.

I think she's glad.

The couch also needed updating. So I ordered a new 3 seater which will arrive on the 12th of August. 

It's a cute little thing with coloured buttons - and since delivery is included, I threw in a laundry basket too cos ours is fraying. 

And this whole series of events began with ONE LITTLE BROKEN WHEEL under the side table in the living room.

I stepped in to IKEA to get castors and ended up with legs cos they didn't have the parts for it anymore. Then I fixed them up. And thought... hey we should just add shelves in that cupboard too... and get a trolley, and a kitchen rack... and... ta da! Isn't shopping great!

Friday Night Paella

The Camembert cheese fritters were awesome -

The french onion soup gratin wasn't anything to crow about. I daresay I make a yummier one.

It looked better than my home-made one, I'll admit (that twee cup beats anything I have at home hands down!) but flavour-wise, nuh-uh. Then again, I'm probably biased. 

But I was there for the paella, so I left BIKSS to finish the soup. Well, it's not a speciality of theirs or nothing. It's just that we were looking for a restaurant near BIKSS' work place and I hadn't had paella in years (rice right?) so since they had it on the menu, I figured we could try it. 

It looked nice enough. BIKSS wasn't keen on the less-than-fresh seafood. I think it was frozen (IKR?). Altho they were pretty generous with the portions. I also wasn't a huge fan of the flavour. Plus it was just a touch too oily for my liking. 

Everyone's a critic right? Hahah.

But this now means that we've got a hankering for some proper GOOD paella.

Will update when we find some.

My Goodie Bag had EXTRA Goodies

My clotted cream, jams, truffle things, curd and relish came yesterday afternoon.

And in the paper bag I found a little note with a 40% off storewide code that I could share with 2 other friends! How awesome cool is that? (ie it can be used a total of 3 times) And is valid for 2 months! 

They also threw in some sample biscuits and a couple of their tea bags.

I like this store! I'm super glad I chanced upon it.

All I need to do now is bake some scones and I've got me all the things I need for an English low tea!

Honey Trapping

Me. It's trapping me. Literally. 

It seems every 2 weeks or so we find ourselves back at the waffle place that makes its own honey. Well, they don't make it. They have bees. That make it. What do you call that then? Produce? Ok, they produce their own honey. While the all day breakfast was good, I really just wanted to have BIKSS try the chicken cheese waffle sandwich that sold me on the place. 

I had a free day today cos the factory was closed and so we had a bonus day off. 

BIKSS is having a weird work schedule so he didn't have to go in till 2. We decided to meet for brunch. 

Caesar with smoked salmon was sweeter than usual - but I enjoyed it quite a bit. I think it may have been too sweet for BIKSS. 

And the sandwafflewich comes with multiflora honey that you're supposed to drizzle over it. So drizzle he did. 

The result - a very satisfied me. 

And how do I afford to eat out and still watch my weight? Half portions. We share everything. And I exercise at least 4 hours a week. Yes, I'm still managing my 10k steps at least 4-5 days a week too. 

That's how. These waffles don't come 'cheap', let me tell you! LOL

Stocking the Larder

For some reason I never looked for clotted cream in the store. And I suppose it's because it's not an "everyday" item in these parts, so not many places carry it. It's the truffle situation all over again, I suppose. 

Speaking of, here's the stash from Marks and Sparks -

The soups are mostly for mum. The sauces and roasted peppers are for me. 

That truffle pesto is da bomb! It's a cashew / mushroom pesto with black truffle. Delish. 

Where was I... oh, clotted cream. 

Thanks to facebook, I chanced upon a "gourmet grocer" ad this morning, and now I'm $60 poorer. 

They have a free delivery service so I didn't mind getting stuff from there. 

On the list are - truffle salt and artichoke cream (I did say truffle-anything!), clotted cream that comes with free teeny jars of jams, a lemon curd for mum, and some onion relish for me to add to my wraps! 

I cant wait for the yum yums to arrive tomorrow!

With these in the larder, who needs to eat out?

The Tea for Two and a Dirty Plant

Today I got my aircon serviced. I'm glad that the guys who have the contract for my workplace also do ad hoc work for personal abodes. I'm now sitting in nice cool comfort as I'm typing this. Hurray!

And I just remembered I was supposed to share pics of our tea.

So here they are - tea began with the hotel's signature chicken pie and chicken curry puff. The pie was super delicious, with creamy goodness spilling out onto the plate, but I totally forgot to take a pic when we cut it open. 

I bought some to take home with me but after reheating the following day it seemed pretty normal. No oozy cream anywhere. But it still tasted good! Then again, I'm a bit of a chicken pie slut.

The rest of tea was a selection of pastries and scones, with clotted cream of course, and cakes and chocolate things.

They do a very good job of meshing flavours together. The chocolate tart was filled with some liquid at the bottom of the mousse, and the cakes had a good combination of chewy and melt-in-your-mouth parts. The macaron with some sort of nut praline began sweet but left a limey taste in your mouth at the end. It doesn't look like much but by the end of all that we were both decidedly full! I didn't have dinner that night. 

All in all, very enjoyable.

And before I go, here's a pic of a penis flytrap that BIKSS sent me. Apparently facebook has been exploding with this picture of an unlikely-looking pitcher plant.

Enjoy, my dirty-minded blogfriends!

A Quick QnA with BIKSS

1. How did it make you feel when you realised you enjoyed being a spanker?

Surprised. Up till then I'd only ever thought about it in the context of doggy style sex and the classic "who's your daddy?" question.

2. When you were younger did you ever secretly want to put a girl over your knee?

No (see first answer).. smack her around a little maybe.. rough sex and all that... have her struggle.

3. On a scale of 1-10 how guilty did you feel the first time you spanked?

Don't think I felt guilty. More unsure than anything, as in, " How does she enjoy this?" Then I discovered the joy of inspecting for sexual excitement on your part and any thought of guilt vanished.

He eventually gave me a '3' when I insisted on a number.

4. On a scale of 1-10 how sexually satisfying was that same spanking?

The spanking itself was an appetizer. A taste of things to cum.

Also took coaxing. '6' was the number he settled on in the end.

And there you have it. If anyone has any questions (related to our spanking) you'd like answered, leave them in the comments!

Gas in Exchange for English Tea

I got some coupons for gas when I signed up for a union card with the local bank's co-branded VISA card. So I paid for fuel a couple nights ago... cos you had to put it on said card if you wanted to get the discount. 

BIKSS said he'd transfer the cash back into my account but I said that wasn't necessary. Instead, I made him promise to take me to a proper English tea on Friday afternoon as he has an early morning work shift that day. His office is trying out some new scheduling system to better manage the teams in light of the Covid situation. 

I'm looking forward to it! Pictures will follow :)

Meanwhile here's an article about English Tea (the meal, not the drink). 

How Is High Tea Different From Afternoon Tea?

image from rivertea.com

Treats and a Fabulous, Funny Dinner Date

By treats I mean truffle-anything. 

A couple days ago I found some leftover truffle mayo from a takeaway and happily slathered it onto the wrap I had fixed myself for dinner. But I wanted more. 

So I went hunting. It's not easy to come by it in my part of the world. And the ones I've seen in the shops are crazy expensive, cos they're sold only by high end grocers. 

But a friend told me recently that Marks and Sparks had truffle things so I went into town yesterday to check it out. 

I got myself some truffle pesto and truffle mayo and I'm now a happy lidl girl. 

And then I thought, hey since I was already there, and I remembered that I had mall vouchers to use up, why not pick up some roasted peppers antipasti. And orange marshmallow teacakes for the mother. And carrot and coriander soup. And béchamel sauce. I might have gotten a little bit carried away. But to be fair, these are not things I typically have in my larder cos they're not exactly the mainstay of Asian food, but I do enjoy European flavours every now and again. So I decided to splurge a bit.

BIKSS came to get me after my shopping and we went to have dinner at the social enterprise place we discovered pre-Covid. (We had our V day dinner there too, btw.) Not surprisingly we ordered the battered eggplants and sous vide egg Caesar salad again, but this time with a seafood main course. It came with their signature creamy mash underneath topped with a delicious white sauce. Good stuff. I really enjoyed it. 

Salad on the left, brinjals on the right, 

and seafood-a-la-king below.

Dinner was unexpectedly fun cos while I was busying myself with the brinjals, BIKSS dished some salad onto my plate... and because the egg yolk was runny he spooned that straight into my mouth. I felt very little letting him feed me. And I liked it. 

So when the main dish arrived, I peered at it and didn't move while he went ahead and chucked the mussels on my plate (cos he doesn't like em). And since he was already in there, he just went ahead and divided the prawns, squid and fish. 

"I don't want the carrots... " I half whined.

"You don't want cauliflower too right?"

"I'd rather not.."

"Broccoli then."

"OK. Broccoli."

I think there is a time for service - I do find myself serving him food both at home and when we dine out - but there is definitely also a time for being little and letting him pamper me. Last night was a definite "I NEED YOU TO SPOIL ME" night. 

Post-dinner, we ran some errands - picked up some honey mustard from a convenience store on the way home,  stopped at an ATM for me to fiddle with a new card that needed PIN-changing, and then he topped up some gas at the petrol station.

Then we came home. The mother was awake but I couldn't be bothered to sneak him in. I planned on saying he came to help me with the computer, but as it turned out, my helper wasn't wearing any shorts and that led to a very natural shooing of him into my room. Let me explain. This non-wearing of shorts is normal for me and her cos we both walk around, at night especially, in long t-shirts (PJs) and undies. And as there are no guys in this house I told her it was fine with me. Who's gonna care right?

But when I'm expecting people I let her know in advance and she'll make sure to have pants on. Only I didn't tell her BIKSS was coming over last night, so when I opened the door I announced "X's here, whoever's not wearing pants stay put on the sofa and don't move!"

She giggled and pulled a throw cushion firmly down on her lap. Mum and I laughed and I ushered BIKSS straight into the room and said "Go, go, your lappy is in there".  And he scurried away from the living room into the safety of my lair (BTW, he says I've been saying that word wrong all my life!).

It was a perfectly convenient excuse to have him hide inside and not be out in the living room cos they were still watching telly. 

In any case, mum knows I have friends (both guys and girls) over regularly and they've come and hung out in the room often enough (so as not to disturb her telly-watching in the living area).  So I don't think she really cares, tbh.

We chit-chatted innocently on the bed, in case she needed something and knocked on the door at an inconvenient time... until I saw something flitting about. 'Twas a MOTH! I hate moths. I'm deathly afraid of them. (But won't hesitate to kill one if I have to - if only to stop it from existing in the same space as me.)

The thing is, BIKSS' eyesight isn't as keen as it once was. LOL. And he couldn't see it. But I was jumping around getting freaked out, between trying to get away and killing it, in turn.  In retrospect, a light summer kimono is probably the worst moth-kill weapon ever. Eventually it flew behind the piano and he said that I should just leave it be as there was no way I could get at it.

"What? How? What am I going to do? I can't leave it there... ALIVE!"

"Spray some insecticide."

"But then my whole room will smell!"

"Don't you have some lavender thing ... "

"I do!" 

So I pointed my lavender spray at it and hit the nozzle! 

When I shone my phone torch behind the piano to check, it was quite arrogantly perched on the side of the frame, presumably smelling of flowers.

"It's still there! You've got to kill it!"

"It'll die on its own... "

"No it wont, it's very much alive... how is it supposed to die anyway?"

"Cos you've already sprayed it!"

"Yeah, with lavender!"

"What??"

I showed him the can and he burst out laughing. Then I collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles too. And while we were both laughing ourselves to tears, he said, "When I said Don't you have some lavender thing, I meant, don't you have a non-stinky insecticide that smells of lavender or some other natural thing that you like so much??"

"How was I supposed to know? You said 'Don't you have lavender..' so I sprayed it with lavender! Cos I DO have lavender!"

He sat back down on the bed with me, both of us getting the last vestiges of laughter out of our systems. And waited. Either for the moth to do something. Or for one of us to come up with a plan that DIDN'T involve lavender.

In the end it flitted down to the floor and I wet a piece of tissue to go at it. But it was in a weird corner and I wasn't sure it would be a one-shot-kill for me.

"Want me to do it?" 

"No. You can hardly see it... (Then, changing my mind)  Ok. Yes. I'm not going to try cos I'll probably hit my hand against the side of the piano trying to get at it."

So HE DID IT. But not before muttering a "Sorry buddy... " under his breath.

"Done."

"Show me!"

I made him half open the tissue so I could see it. And I sure as heck made certain it was well and truly dead!

After that exciting interlude we continued talking till I heard mum go into her room and shut her door.

Which is when I asked BIKSS if he wanted to cuddle. 

And we did. I found a new dragon hair - he has this one strand growing on the inside of his upper arm... he called it his dragon hair. But the original one must have gotten yanked out cos it disappeared some time ago. Well, last night while laying on his arm I felt a tickle against my cheek. When I lifted my head to have a look I found a new one growing. Finer, and shorter, than its predecessor... but it was definitely there. 

"Dragon hair daddy!"

He didn't realise it had grown back either so he was quite pleased about that. It's his lucky dragon hair, he says. 

Anyway.. I started nuzzling on the inside of his arm, and planting kisses up and down as he talked... and suddenly in mid-sentence he said, "You'd better stop doing that... Roger's getting hard."

"You like that? Like in a sexy way?"

"It's naaaaise."

So I continued doing what I was doing. Did he honestly think I was going to stop?

I had pulled off my tee and he reached to pull down the cup of my bra when I hollered, "No wait, let me take it off. It's only $5!"

What I meant by that was that it wasn't by any means a 'good quality' bra as it was soooo cheap, and I wasn't sure it could stand up to the manhandling. LOL.

He laughed at that too. It was a bit of a weird laughy-jokey night. 

Until he said to please take something off. For some reason my brain glitched and I got hot and bothered by that "please". I'm still thinking about that line today. Which tells me something is definitely up. 

Somehow it just triggered a fantasy of a transactional sexual encounter, or one involving unfamiliar people who are just beginning to get acquainted. 

A daddy and a little having sex for the first time maybe... but it seemed more formal than that. There was no lip on lip kissing, just two of us lying in bed and talking... and then me getting faux-horrified cos he stuck his hand all the way down my shorts into my underwear and I exclaimed that I should wear better fitting shorts cos his hand (and it's not a small hand) could get all the way down to my pussy.

I got up to remove it, and I think that's when he said "Please take it off". It's not a typical speech pattern for him. BIKSS is more likely to say "You should take that off" or "I think those shorts shouldn't be on you"... but never PLEASE-something-something. 

It was .. polite. Which brings me back to the feeling of it being transactional. 

And slightly terrifying. In the manner of a captor knowing (and so do you, for that matter) that he has you in his grasp and you're at his mercy and you can't do jackshit about it so would you please do what he says now or else you'll just end up doing it later ANYWAY - but the hard way. 

Ok. My brain has clearly not gotten over this cos as soon as one instance is played out another pops into its place. 

I'm still thinking about that possibility of a more transactional encounter - not necessarily a sex worker... more like a paid sub. I'll do what you tell me to. But as things can go very south very quickly, he's thought about being polite, creating some semblance of earning my trust. Please take that off... (and then I will continue to have my way with you). 

In any case, it turned out to be a quick but very hot session. He took off his pants too and his cock was at the ready. "Roger's hard I see..."

"What are you going to do about that?"

I wrapped my hand around him and he moaned. 

He dislodged his cock from my grip almost immediately and moved upwards to my face. He proceeded to stick it in my mouth, pumping right into the back of my throat. 

I gagged. I looked up at him as he grunted his approval. And he smiled. 

His "Good girl" smile. 

Post Election and Lappy Update

My polling station was empty when I went. But the news showed some crazy queues at other centres around the country. People were standing in the sun, there was almost no social-distancing. The wait got so long that the elections dept decided to do away with the gloves cos it was slowing the whole process down. They extended polling hours at the last minute cos the queues were still super long at some places. 

All in all it was a mess and a shitty situation if you ask me. 

The results came in really late cos of the 2 hour extension. BIKSS went to bed cos his district was a bit of a no-brainer. It was obvious who was going to win. 

I stayed up a bit to get the results - my gal pals and I have a chat group and it was a very lively discussion. From politics to fashion - we were bitching about the news presenter's blouse and makeup while waiting for the live updates. 

My party didn't win in my district, but they did have some expected wins elsewhere and one unexpected one which was good. 

Except when they showed footage of the residents in the streets whooping and cheering, again, no social distancing. At least they had masks on. 

It's as if everyone forgot about COVID! Dudes, go home and holler from your living room! Don't loiter outside party headquarters! 

Man oh man. This is a new wave of infections waiting to happen. 

But it's over now. And life goes on. 

I went for a haircut today. And my internal HD arrived so I lugged the lappy to the repair shop to get it replaced and the OS reinstalled. 

He says I could get it back by tonight or tomorrow. So that's good news at least. 

In the meantime, I shall go off and sulk for a bit to mourn the loss of my team. 

Laptop Woes and Waffle Win

My laptop didn't quite give me the blue screen of death, but I did get the blue screen of false hope. Kinda like the general atmosphere surrounding these election campaigns,

In the meantime, I'm using BIKSS's spare. Which has the worst Windows OS known to man. But hey, a lappy is a lappy. I've ordered a new internal HD and when that arrives I shall take it down to the shop to get a new OS reinstalled. But until then, Windows 8 it is.

The good thing is that it doesn't need updating to function, ie it'll let me shut down without having to update. Even m/s has abandoned this version, imo.

Last Tuesday we managed to get a proper waffle dinner at the new waffle place I mentioned here. This time we had an all-day breakfast and I asked if I could buy an extra waffle slab  - the girl said she'd give us an extra piece on the house. HURRAY!

We also had quesadillas. And of course we couldn't finish it. Can someone say doggy bag? 

And then I sprung for a blood orange contreau tart. I liked it quite a bit, BIKSS maybe not so much.

And that's about all there is from me for now. Tomorrow I go to the polls. But in the meantime, I probably won't be posting a whole lot. Till I get my lappy back from the computer hospital that is.

Stay safe everyone. See u in a couple of weeks :)

The Date and The Date - Tira-miss-u and Old People Sex

Today's date that is. Here's wishing all my state-side friends :

And now, the date. 

The one we went on last night.

We had dinner at the Italian place I raved about the last couple of times we were there. 

(You can read about it HERE and HERE... and we had pizza there on BIKSS' Birthday too.)

There was a new crust on the menu. A Neapolitan - so we had it with burrata and truffle cheese and mushroom. The flavour was good. The crust - not to my liking. But we had to try it once right? I'll go back to my Romana crust next time, TYVM. 

If you want to know the difference between the two - here's an article.

I definitely prefer the slightly more moist, chewy texture of the Romana. The Neapolitan was a little too dry and burnt and crunchy. 

I mentioned in one of my earlier posts that the next time I was there I would get their meatball pizza. Well, guess what. They changed the menu. He. He changed the menu. Gabriel. One of the owners. (Which is why we had NOT a meatball pizza for dinner.) And with it, the way he made his tiramisu. 

First it took too long to arrive. We waited some time too when we ordered it on our first visit. But not this long. When it came it was in a glass. I was upset enough (it was a LONG wait) that I didn't bother taking a photo. I should have. After I stuck my spoon in it and took a mouthful my brain played a funeral march. It tasted like regular run of the mill coffee house cake. 

BIKSS agreed that it wasn't as alcohol-y as before. And he might have suggested that maybe I overestimated how good it is in my memory - which is when I pulled up my blog on the fone and searched for that first post, and read it out to him as he partook of the next mouthful.

"Mascarpone cream, savoiardi fingers soaked to *just* the right consistency, a level of alcohol that is obvious enough that you don't have to look for it but not so strong that it hits you in the face all at once. And when that light sprinkling of cocoa hits your tongue against the backdrop of coffee and cream... mmm heaven!"

That was how I described it on this blog when I wrote about it last November. 

"Now does what you're eating taste ANYTHING like what I just read to you?"

He had to agree that it did not. The truth of it is I'm not a fan of tiramisu at all (I will even go so far as to say I actually DO NOT like it) but the fact that I was raving about theirs when I tried it just goes to show how mind-blowing it was (to me anyway). 

"This - this is the type of tiramisu I don't like. This is *WHY* I don't eat tiramisu." 

The coffee was all stuck at the bottom, making the last mouthfuls bitter. There wasn't any taste of cocoa cos all I could taste was the cream. Which, while fantastic and rich, ended up being quite cloying by the 3rd mouthful. I tasted no alcohol in it whatsoever, altho BIKSS says he could just about make it out. 

"This is a 4 dollar bit of cake, tops, not a 7 dollar bit of cake," I said to BIKSS. He agreed with me. (I don't know if he shared my opinion or he was just agreeing with me because it was the prudent thing to do, given my mood ugh.)

We did tell the owner (before we left) that it wasn't fantastic. The guy said he had just begun making it in a glass. I told him some of the reasons why we didn't like it, and he said he might consider going back to the old way.

Now remember how I said there was no more meatball pizza on the menu? There were no more meatballs period. And I love his meatballs. Even more than I loved the tiramisu. I told him I was disappointed that they had been taken off the menu and he offered to make me a meatball pizza the next time we were going over, but to give him advance notice. "In the morning, morning time is ok too!" he sayeth. 

Well then, Gabe, I shall give you advance notice and I shall have your balls! 

After dinner we had more election talk in the car, and then drove over to a carpark by the beach where I was looking forward to a nice yummy spanking which we had planned beforehand. But a family pulled up near us and so we couldn't do anything for a bit while the dad went over to top up his parking card at the machine just by the exit, leaving the wife and brood in the car. 

I had a stiff neck from sleeping funny so BIKSS gave me a one sided shoulder / neck rub while we  listened to the radio and waited.

After they left we got down to business. It felt really good to have his hand warm my butt after such a long time. 

We were supposed to do an experiment to see how long either of us could last a spanking before raising the white flag. Of course in our haste to get down to it we both forgot about it altogether. By the time I remembered and mentioned it to him it wasn't fair anymore cos I had already gotten very very warm and glowy in my tush. 

He was game to start the timer but I objected to what would obviously be an unfair experiment. 

"We'll do it next time... " I said.

"Ok, in that case, 20 more to finish."

"Pfft 20 is easy!"

I got 20 PER CHEEK. Tsk. 

We came home after that and had a good and proper sexy time. 

As I climbed into bed I made some noise about my busted left shoulder. The ligament / tendon (something!) is fucked and I've made peace with the fact that I will live with that for the rest of my life. 

"Ow ow, hang on, my shoulder's busted remember? It hurts if I lean on my left... ah... ok, that's better. Oh wait, my neck. Ouch. I hate it when I get a stiff neck. Everything aches."

"Old people sex," BIKSS muttered.

Eventually I settled in quite comfortably and because I wasn't at my most agile / flexible / mobile / acrobatic, it was mostly BIKSS having his way with my girly bits. 

"I'm cold" I whined as I reached for the blankie and BIKSS helped pull up the covers.

"Old people sex," he reminded me.

"Tsk."

He dipped his finger in and out and went around and all over, while I stroked him through his boxers. 

He grabbed my neck, and pulled my hair (surprisingly without causing any pain to my sore shoulders and neck!) and I moaned and he got larger and harder... 

And I really really wanted Roger to get down to business by now.

"Can you take off your boxers please?"

"You want Roger huh?"

"Uh huh... Can you put him in my pussy please?" And then as he made his way out of his underwear I changed my mind. 

"Wait can you put Roger in my mouth please?"

He almost laughed I think. I distinctly heard a chuckle.

"I know I'm being awful demanding.. but hey, I'm the one with the bad neck, and if we're gonna have any kind of sex, you're going to have to do the moving!"

"Old people sex," he grinned and shoved his cock in my mouth. 

And so, ladies and gentlemen, we had old people sex. 

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PS - I promised Ronnie that I would take a foto of BIKSS' rooster pants the next time he wore them, so here it is - 

Opposite Sides

General Elections are approaching in where-I-live.

BIKSS and I do not share the same political views. Or rather, we share the same goals but he thinks that the opposition party I support probably can't do what the current government can. In any case, we've had some heated arguments  discussions before but have always been able to agree to disagree on contentious issues. 

Which is good. I think some disagreement is healthy for relationships.

I support BLUE! You go guys!

(His team is white. Bleugh.)

It's July! It's Tuesday!

No, it's Wednesday. But these are all still fun. Enjoy!

1. Ba dum tush

2. Guess who got the last laugh

3.

4. This is my favourite one this week!

5. WHAT?

6. BIKSS and I sometimes exchange this goodbye when he's dropping me off after a walk

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8. And now the tune is in my head

Have a good week ahead! Let me know if you had any favourites!