Vietnamese Dinner, Christmas Pressies, and Plant Updates

I enjoy a Vietnamese restaurant as long as it isn't just all about the pho and fresh spring rolls, which is what a LOT of them are about in where-I-live.

BIKSS and I agreed on a plan some time back to try new restaurants based on what the food discount app suggests according to our GPS location. So last week when we were to have dinner and I was running way late cos I needed to help the mum with her dentures (they wouldn't come out and she was getting very confused about what she was doing in the bathroom - Am I done? Shall I go to the bedroom now?) BIKSS arrived to get me, asked me what I wanted to eat, and I said - I'm stuck with mum, will run down as soon as I can, and you make the plan. I'll eat anything. 

So we ended up at a Vietnamese restaurant. I was very surprised. I had originally thought it was a spring-roll only place, but turns out that restaurant had closed and this was a different one that opened up in its place. 

They had egg coffee which we'd only ever had in Hanoi - and I'd have ordered one too except the next day was a work day and I couldn't afford to be up till 4 in the morning. Turns out it wasn't great. It wasn't even good. Poor BIKSS now has a hankering for the Hanoi version!

We had grilled fish skewers - it was a first for me. And probably won't be my last. Yums.

The medley of colourful veggies rocked BIKSS' boat. He was rather taken with the okra - tender, juicy, and perfectly flavoured.

I love a good deep fried spring roll, so we tried a seafood version. Honestly, I couldn't taste the insides for the crispy crunchy spring roll skin! So goooooood. On the right - deep fried tau kwa (beancurd cakes) with peanut / lemongrass gravy. It was very interesting. And filling. 

And after that we decided we had eaten too much!

The rest of the week was a bit of a mad rush for me. I had classes AND I had to shop for a new mattress for the mum. We went to IKEA and ended up with Christmas deco for her room - 

Anyway the reason we needed a new mattress is cos Ikea beds are 90cm wide and the standard mattresses we have here are 92cm wide and that's ok, we can squeeze it in, which we've been doing, but since I bought a bed rail for her bed, I needed to get one that fit properly so that I could slide the bracket of the rail between the frame and the mattress. Like this - 

Anyway I took her on the wheelchair up and down a bunch of buses to get to Ikea, picked out the mattress she preferred, spent another hour pushing her to various shelves and displays so she could ooh and aah at things (she HAS been cooped up in a hospital for a month and then at home for another week, so I thought, what the heck, let her have a day out right?) and then by the time we got home I realised I had been pushing her on the wheelchair for about 5 hours. 

Moving on... the mattress arrived today, so the caregiver and myself stripped mum's bed, installed the rail, stuck the new mattress on, changed out all the sheets etc, and now she has a comfy new SAFER sleeping habitat.  

My back is also killing me, but a good night's sleep will sort that out. 

And since I had received all my Christmas shopping this last week - did I mention I did all my shopping online during the Shein 10/10 sale? I could have sworn I said so somewhere on the blog but I can't find it anywhere. Maybe it was in a comment. Well, all the stuff has arrived and since I was going to be sitting around all day waiting for the mattress to arrive, I thought, what the heck... why not just wrap everything. 

So I did. 

I now have 2 bags of wrapped presents beside my 2-foot tree. Talk about getting a head-start. 

I'm also planning to gift my boss a plant, as he saw the beetle peperomia cuttings I passed to my  colleague last week and said he wouldn't mind a small pot cos "it's so cute!"  Actually, BIKSS thinks so too, and I twisted his arm into accepting a tiny pot of cuttings as well :)  P/s, it didn't take a whole lot of effort on my part. 

So I came home and snipped. And now I have a propogation tray. LOL. And this is how you know I've been well and truly sucked into this plant thing. 

Top left and right -  Peperomia cuttings sitting in jars of rainwater, stems stuck through overturned plastic jello cups with holes made in them. 

Bottom left - peperomia leaves stuck in a bed of gravel to hold them upright, sitting in rainwater. They say you can propogate from leaves too... but it'll take longer. (If my zz leaves -see next paragraph - are anything to go by, I'm almost certain these will be here for 2 months at least!)

Bottom right - still waiting for the darned leaves of my zz to root. It's taking a LOT longer than my stems. Note to self - don't use leaf cuttings. I mean, these were the first batch of leaves. The stems from that same batch have rooted, grown rhizomes, and are sitting in a pot with BIKSS' name on it (you can see a pic of it HERE). The second batch of stems - from cuttings made a month later - look like this now (see pic below)  and YET those darn old leaves STILL haven't rooted. I'm kinda impatient for them to get going so that I can stick them into a pot with these two lovely rooting stems for the boss!

Anyway, maybe they'll have rooted by the time Christmas comes around, in which case, he'll get that for Christmas instead of the peperomia - which I suspect will be ready before then.

That's it from me for this week. I'm beginning to think that I'm only going to be able to update this blog once a week, what with the 2 new kids I'm teaching, mum being back and needing to be watched like a hawk (and assisted every time she stands up to go somewhere), AND the dementia prevention course that I'm enrolled in. Phew. 

Hopefully things will get better in time to come - she'll get stronger, hopefully, and won't need as much chaperoning, AND if not, at least I know my course will end in a couple of weeks so there's THAT. 

I HAVE put my other course on hold for this one, so when I'm done with this, I'll likely go back to that other one, but at least the deadline on that one is next year and I don't have rush to finish it. 

In the meantime, I'll try to at least post a weekly bulletin LOL. 

In place of a mood pic today, here's a video I found very interesting, mostly because I could totally identify with the Aspie kids as he was describing the scenarios. Enjoy!

Last Supper

Last Wednesday we went for dinner at the French cafe. 

"Can we go to that French place and have a yummy dinner cos you know, I'm not sure when I'll be able to leave the house and go for dinner again once mum's back. A last supper, if you will." 

So we did. 

And while I don't usually eat red meat, I decided to try their red wine beef stew. I was not disappointed. This was totally worth using my red meat quota up for. It was so tender that you could probably cut through it with a spoon! 

The mushroom / spinach / tomato quiche was fluffy and substantial at the same time and I don't know how that can be, but it was. And it was good.

Then we splurged with a chocolate cake and ice cream - we're pretty certain it was popped into the microwave, but it was still way yummier than most others (NON-mirowaved) I've tried. 

And after that we did finger-prick blood glucose tests, then cuddled!

My mood pic today ~ 

Got a Boost

Those of us here who've had our 2nd jab at least 6 months ago have received our SMS to book a booster shot. 

Mum got hers while she was in hospital so they arranged to let her have it there. She had a slight fever but was fine by the second day. 

I had my shot this afternoon. The first 2 were Pfizer, but I decided to opt for the Moderna one for my booster, as studies point to it being a bit more long lasting. 

So far I'm fine, there hasn't been any side effects, but I am feeling a tad drowsy. 

Perhaps I shall go lie down for a bit. 

Later tonight I've arranged for BIKSS to transport me to a couple of places to collect a commode and walking frame for the mum. 

I don't want to necessarily get new ones as these are not expected to be long-run equipment that she'll need, so it's a good thing that I'm getting them free! 

I have many blessings to count. 

My mood pic today ~ 

It's Been A Month...

... and if all goes according to plan, the mother will be home tomorrow!

All the Feels

The very first plant I would give away was to Plant Mama herself. I didn't feel too bad about that, since I know she'll take good care of it. 

BUT as I was packing it up last weekend for a mutual friend of ours to drop it off at her place (since she had other things to pass to her after dropping off a thing to me) I felt really sad. I was NOT expecting that. 

Anyway, later on I asked Plant Mama if she felt sad each time she gave away her plants... and she said "All good plant-mamas feel sad when they give a babeh away. That's why I make it a point to say goodbye properly and pet it a ton before it gets picked up. And I wish it well and tell it to grow big and beautiful!"

"OMG that's exactly what I did earlier before I passed your plant to (let's call her) Jane! I stroked its leaves and whispered into the spathes to be good and to grow big and strong! And then I felt kinda sad that it was leaving me!"

At this point I felt a little less silly for having separation anxiety. (And also, she implied that I was a good plant mama!!! Hurray!)

Today I passed the second plant to my colleague, but she was so sweet, she looked at it and said it was so beautiful, and then so earnestly said to me, "Thank you so much, I hope I'll be able to look after it well. I'll try my best!" 

And that was enough for me. 

You know, I don't think I'll ever be able to give a plant to someone whom I know won't take care of it.  

And now I feel even worse for killing George. I'm sure BIKSS felt the loss terribly. But in all fairness, orchids are finicky. And this one in particular wasn't exactly the hardiest type. In one fell swoop he had to contend with changes in humidity, temperature and sunlight conditions. It's no wonder he didn't make it. 

I wish I knew about plants then what I know now, cos then I wouldn't have adopted George. 

My mood pic today is in memory of George the orchid ~

A P/S for Morningstar - 

I saw your comment, and thought I might add pics of mum's dendrobium orchids for you - I know a lot of websites say they don't like too much sun and they scorch and the colours fade if you leave them in direct sunlight for too long, and that they're great indoor plants etc. etc. But these guys have been sitting outside my kitchen window where they get full direct sun (yes even mid-day afternoon crazy heat sun like 36C)...  and they're ALWAYS in bloom. Well, they kinda take turns, cos that's just how their schedule works out, but I've always got buds or flowers from one or the other. 

And these are 2 plants I take the least interest in cos they get on just fine WITHOUT me. The only thing is they're not in soil - one is stuck on a piece of wood and the other is in charcoal. So when there hasn't been rain for more than 2-3 days at a stretch I do bring them into the bathroom and stick them in a basin of water for about 15 mins. Then out they go again. 

There ARE some blemishes on the leaves, but as the flowers seem quite alive I never bothered to check out what those black spots are. When there are too many or if I see that there are enough good leaves anyway, I simply cut away the spotted ones. And then they go on living.

THE MAIN THING WITH ORCHIDS THO - is that there are SO MANY types. And you have to search for the right one when researching how to care for them. 

My suggestion is get an app like "picture this" or "plant net" and take a foto of the orchid. It'll identify the family for you and THEN go and look it up. That's kinda what I do with ALL my plants. 

Photograph - Identify - Research! 

Good luck, if you ever want to try again!

The Sunday Round Up - Pink Pots, Platters, Mum's Medical Matters

The people at mum's rehab centre are doing an awful job at communication. With the restrictions being super tight, no visitors allowed and all that, it would be fair to assume that they'll have figured by now how important it is to give timely updates to family members of patients. 

But NOOOOO. They call multiple times to tell me stuff I already know and then promptly fail to tell me that mum's liver enzymes were elevated, that she had her catheter taken out, or that they'd agreed to (and successfully did) administer her booster shot. I mean, I don't need a call confirming that they managed to get catering to change her diet to soft foods, nor did I need a third person to ring me and let me know they moved her to another bed. I swear they have serious communication issues. 

Anyway, she has now been working on lifting her feet up and over small curbs, and will hopefully be home later this week. It's amazing how quickly a month flies by. She will be able to use a quad stick (see pic) walking around the house, which isn't too bad considering she had a walking stick in the past, and as long as someone walks with her she's stable enough to resume her regular day to day activities. Which, really, just consists of walking around the house and watching TV or listening to Eddie Arnold songs on Youtube.  

This is a quad stick.

Her liver function test results got them a bit worried so she had an ultrasound done, and the results show some cirrhosis. But according to my boss's gastro friend, since her protein / bilirubin levels are well in the normal range, there isn't much to worry about. Just don't drink and don't take fatty foods. That was the advice. Great. At least that's something I don't have to stress out over. 

Last Wednesday I taught a couple of new students. One of them is a little 5 year old boy and he's adorable. I haven't had a tiny tot to teach in about 5 years, so it was quite refreshing. 

After that BIKSS got me and we had dinner at one of our regular quiet places.

Spinach and asparagus salad, Chicken quesadillas

A sharing platter because we were hungry!

Crab cakes (that were more like sea shantys), jalapeno cheese poppers, chicken wings, chimichanga

It was delicious. I'm sorry about the lighting I realise it doesn't look so great, but trust me, it was. 

In plant updates - This freshly potted bunch of ZZ twigs and leaves is a total of 5 cuttings that have been rooting for a while, and some of them have even begun producing rhizomes. I'm hopeful that even if a couple of them don't make it, there'll at least be enough life in the pot to produce new shoots. Once I see any new growth the pot will be moved to its new home which is BIKSS' office table. 

Surprise number 1 : My boss saw this and liked it and asked if he could have a pot for the corner of his bathroom. Me. Ex-killer of plants. Hell yeah! I told him I had some cuttings sitting in water at the moment and the next batch of rooted twigs and leaves that appear will be his.

Next, meet my big-ass overgrown peace lily. The pot is way too crowded, there's no space for new leaves or flowers to poke through, and it was in serious need of help.

So I divided it and managed to extract two very decent looking plants to give to friends. What's left of the big-ass plant is in the pot on the extreme left of the pic below (it's looking more manageable now but I suspect I'll have to divide it again before too long). 

Surprise number 2 : Plant-mama saw my post on FB where I mentioned that I had two new pots of peace lilies to give away and she asked if she could have one the next time one became available. Me. I say again, ex-killer of plants. Getting asked by plant-mama if she could have my plant. Does that make us plant-y friends? LOL. 

So yes. One of the new pots - 2nd from left - is going to plant-mama, and the other - extreme right - is for my colleague who brought me a couple of cuttings last Friday! Pot number 3 is the other one of our original plants. It was gifted by the sister but it really is taking its own sweet time as there haven't been many new leaves nor any spathes! I'm hoping it's a slow starter but will become a prolific producer once it gets going!

 

This is the baby devil's backbone that my colleague brought to work for me (left). It's already got a decent root on it, as it wasn't a cutting but a new plant that appeared beside her main plant - which is HUGE (right). You can grow these from cuttings, or you can just wait for them to self-sow. Like Mother of Thousands, these plants (also called zig-zag plants) will occasionally show up in a nearby pot! 

She also brought a long golden pothos (money-plant) vine for me with tons of aerial roots so I just cut it up into 5 smaller sections and stuck them in a pot. I left it to settle by the kitchen window, and planned to add it to the rest of my hanging plants. 

But about that. I have a story to tell. I've always said I was a bit obsessive, and while never clinically diagnosed with OCPD, I definitely show a lot of the signs. So I got the vines into a pot on Friday afternoon, a blue one. I suspected it would annoy me at some point cos the 3 hanging pots I had now were pink. Problem was I didn't have any free pink pots available. I mean, I had 1 more but it was housing a Mother of Thousands teenager. And I didn't want to mess with it cos it took a while to get it to show signs of growth and fudging with a plant unnecessarily isn't the greatest idea. "It's just a pot, don't be ridiculous, the colour doesn't matter, don't go fudging around with it just cos you're being obsessive about it." ( ← internal monologue.)

Fine. I put it in a blue pot. Watered the thing. And left it by the kitchen window to settle.

Saturday morning - I chucked out a dead mexican heather, emptied out the brown pot and freed up the hanger that I intended to use for my new pothos (in the blue pot... how will I get through this day?). 

I put up the blue pot. 

I took down the blue pot. 

I removed the Mother of Thousands from the pink pot and put it in the brown now ex-mexican heather pot, and then moved the pothos into the freed up pink pot. 

TA DA!

If I was uncertain before, or in denial about this OCPD thing, I think we can all agree now that there is no more doubt. 

My mood pic today is the view of my pretty pink pots ~

And This is Why I Prefer an Actual Key

Cars. They have these proximity keys where as long as it's within a certain distance of the car you can press here or pull there and the doors will lock or open up to let you in. 

We went for our not-so-brisk walk by the beach and as we got back to the car BIKSS opened the door, chucked his key on the driver's seat and proceeded to stretch outside the car. 

And then it locked us out. 

And he tried to open it, but it wasn't having any of it. 

- It's not supposed to do that. 

- It's never done that before. 

- Why isn't it letting me open the boot? 

- If I can get to the boot I can get in the car. 

- Why can't I open the door, it's a proximity thing... and it's right there. 

Me : Daddy, stop it. Think of your blood pressure. Don't keep fudging with all the doors. We have a plan. We'll just wait for our ride. And everything will be fine. I know you're gonna say you're fine and you're not stressed or upset or whatever, but I also know inside you're pissed cos it shouldn't be happening but it did happen. But we have a plan. So stop it. This is why you have high blood pressure.

He didn't deny any of it - so I guess I was right LOL.  

The plan was that we had called a rideshare. 

He dropped me off, he went back home, he got the spare, then called another one and went back to the car. 

And then drove himself back home. 

And that was the story of our Monday Night Walk.

My Mood Pic Today ~ 

Busy Week

I'm doing a free MOOC by the Uni of Tasmania called Dementia Prevention. If you're keen, it runs till mid November and they open up a new module weekly. It only just started on the 5th, so you still have time to enrol if it sounds like something you'd like to do. The link is HERE.

So, yes, I've been busy, and had very little time to write.

I've also managed to work out a routine with mum where we video call in the afternoons. These calls can take some doing as the wifi connection there isn't the greatest, and there are often interruptions (nurses and therapists coming around) and well, I sometimes repeat myself again and again before mum can grasp what I'm saying. 

Today I got an aunt online with us, and then later on another friend of mum's - her breakfast buddy. 

I think this will help the mum to continue to remember the people who are near and dear to her, as a long absence from her regular life can only be detrimental to her mental state / cognitive functioning. 

I'm especially grateful for technology today. I feel a bit silly that I hadn't figured out that I could add other people to our calls before now. And the only reason I found out was cos I accidentally tapped the arrow on my screen and a menu appeared with "Add another participant to your call" and it was like a "ta-da!" moment for me! LOL. Better late than never I suppose. 

I've also taken to giving my caregiver a photo album a day to take with her to the hospital so she can look at old pictures and recall whatever stories about those photos she can pull out from her memory bank!

In plant news, the internet told me to slice up my banana peel and stick the bits an inch below the surface of my potted plants. I did. And then the gnats came and had a party. I mean, they really went to town!

This morning I spent 20 mins digging them back out with a pair of chopsticks. I was NOT amused.  As I told BIKSS - you win some you lose some. So far most of the advice I've gotten from the internet (plant noob that I am) have been pretty helpful. But this time, it certainly wasn't a win for me. The gnats on the other hand... well, it was buffet central! 

Not a mood pic - but relevant :)

Fight or Flight

You know what happens when you're stressed right? Fight or flight response. For a better understanding click this link. Otherwise, here it is in a nutshell. 

1. Perceived threat

2. Brain responds by telling your body to release epinephrine (aka adrenaline)

3. These are the things that happen to your body when that happens - 

Body System	Physiological effect	Consequence
Heart	Increased heart rate Dilation of coronary blood vessels	Increase in blood flow Increased availability of oxygen and energy to the heart
Circulation	Dilation of blood vessels serving muscles Constriction of blood vessels serving digestion	Increased availability of oxygen to skeletal muscles Blood shunted to skeletal muscles and brain
Lungs	Dilation of bronchi Increased respiration rate	Increased availability of oxygen in blood
Liver	Increased conversion of glycogen to glucose	Increased availability of glucose in skeletal muscle and brain cells
Skin	Skin becomes pale or flushed as blood flow is reduced	Increased blood flow to muscles and away from non-essential parts of the body such as the periphery
Eyes	Dilation of the pupils	Allows in more light so that visual acuity is improved to scan nearby surroundings

(from https://www.psychologytools.com/resource/fight-or-flight-response/)

See that yellow highlighted bit? 

My rest-and-digest (parasympathetic nervous system) - watch this Crash Course Video if you want to go on a deep dive - hasn't had a chance to properly kick in.

All this was just to say, I've been having stomach aches the last week or so. I've been 'regular' and not experiencing any constipation like I usually do when I'm stressed, but on the contrary, I had a couple of urgent runs to the loo on Saturday. 

And so, it's peppermint gel capsule time for me. 

I shall leave you with that crash course video... only cos I wouldn't mind watching it again myself! 

(P/S - Apparently there are more than just two stages in fight-or-flight mode - there's freeze, flight, fight, fright, flag, and faint. Here's the Psychology Tools website if you want to read more.)

Getting to Know Me

I shared this on social media and thought it would be fun to post it here too. 

I know some people did a meme (does this count as a meme?) recently around blogland, but if you feel like doing another... feel free to hop on for the ride. 

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1. Who was the last TV personality you thought was HOT? 

Mae Martin on Feel Good.  Her body-type is exactly what I look for when I'm in girl-mode. (Also, I thought it was a good series - I can definitely identify with having manic mental episodes. I just binge watched both seasons this weekend.)

2. How do you feel right now?

I'm gonna go the physical route - I feel soft and flabby. Need. Exercise. Soon. 

AND ALSO - my upper body muscles are aching from balancing myself over Roger during yesterday's festivities... goes to show how deconditioned I am right now.

3. What have you discovered about yourself in the last year?

I've discovered I'm not a plant killer after all. I'm really happy about that. 

4. What's your favourite soda? 

I love Mountain Dew. If you had to have only one soda (yes yes I know, HFCS blah blah) for the rest of your life, what would it be? 

5. What's a local food that you really enjoy?

Of all the kinds of breads I've tried, I really like the soft buns with stuff in them that comes from our local bakeries best. I wonder if they have these types of buns in the Western world.

They come in both sweet and savoury options, and the most common are BBQ pork, hot dog sausage, tuna mayo, egg mayo, chicken pie filling, curry potato/chicken, while sweet ones tend to be red bean paste, coffee or vanilla or custard cream, or sometimes they're topped with peaches or other fruit like a tart, except instead of a tart crust it's a soft fluffy bun. Another very popular one is pizza bread. Basically it's any combo of sausage, capsicum, pineapple, cheese and tomato sauce on top of bread instead of pizza dough, and often found with mayo drizzled over the top!

Oh, wait. I just realised. They're really all just tarts, pies, danishes, pizzas and croissants that have all been swapped out for buns. Soft, fluffy, slightly sugar-glazed, shiny buns. Yum.

6. The one snack you will die without is - 

I really, REALLY love potato chips. Like really. But you already know this! 

My mood pic today ~ 

Will You Play With My Toy With Me?

(Also titled - The Post in Which I answer Enzo's and Morningstar's Spanking-Related Questions.)

This was the question I asked BIKSS at the end of our earlier session. 

By toy I mean a vibrator. 

By with me I mean hold it on my clit. 

I am usually the holder of said apparatus. But I got it in my head that I'd like BIKSS to have that control, whether I cum from it or not was another matter. No harm experimenting right? 

He popped round again in the evening after sorting out some repairs he was overseeing at his workplace. 

And we got to spanking. OK, HE got to spanking.

Like, a PROPER spanking. 

With his hands. On a naked bottom. 

Till my bum was red and warm and thank goodness for a cool rainy day. 

We started to record a video for Enzo, demonstrating the 2 finger spank, but while the difference in volume is obvious IRL, somehow on the recording all of it sounded weird. 

Even the regular splatty spanks. 

Anyway we abandoned the idea. 

(We did get a recording of just the two-finger spanks... I'll put that up at the end of this post.) 

And of course when this girl gets a spanking, this girl's pussy gets wet. 

BIKSS fished out a toy from the drawer and held it against my clit. 

Oh fun times. I had already cum earlier in the day so it wasn't the easiest thing to do to get another one going. 

But he assisted with some fingers and as I was getting close I held his hand and adjusted the angle enough for me to have a rather amazing orgasm. 

Perhaps it was the longer than usual it took getting there, perhaps it was the spanking.

Whatever it was, it was good. 

He was out of his shorts in no time at all. A quick dip into my mouth saw to it that Roger was well lubricated and he plunged into my swollen, sensitive pussy. 

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And then he spanked me some more. 

So, Morningstar, to answer your question about whether a spanking hurts MORE after an orgasm - my answer is Yes, but not markedly so. (Sorry it took so long to answer your question... but hey, better late than never right?)

Today's mood pic is the video. Ladies and gents, I present ... the Two Finger Spank.

Stress Free Saturday

My picture was sent. The video too. I put on the radio to mask the hum of the vibrator. 

I like it when the pulses are intermittent, each time the rabbit ears buzz against my clit I get a little bit closer to orgasm. 

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5 minutes. 

 

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My red light mask is on. I'm lying in bed wearing a spa-wrap : a rescue from a friend who had gotten it from her friend who had shuttered her spa / salon business. 

I hear the door. 

Hello Daddy, I say as I smile under the mask. 

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Ice cold tongue on my right nipple. A sharp intake of breath. A satisfied exhale of pent up stress. 

Now on the left. These bandeau style spa-wraps make it too easy for someone to gain access to nips. 

The bottom hem is pulled up, legs gently pushed and his tongue finds my clit at the same time his fingers enter me. 

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An interlude. A moment of giggles. I ask if he would assist with tweezing away a couple of rogue hairs down below. 

He can't see them. His eyesight isn't what it used to be. 

"My glasses are in the car." 

He continues to lick and suck at my clit. 

I'm uneasy because a clean-shaven girl ought to be just that - clean-shaven. 

"It occurs to me that your little doesn't have to worry too much about making sure she's shaved properly cos you can't see, huh?" 

"Yup. But I can feel." 

And his face nuzzles into my crotch. 

OUCH! 

He's yanked a hair out with his teeth. 

I laugh. Giggly contagious laughter. He laughs too. 

And another! 

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Roger is in my mouth, he finds my pussy with his finger and rams in hard. 

Each time he does I open my mouth and gasp for air. And each time I do his cock swells a little bit more. 

He reaches across to spank my left butt cheek at the same time. I jerk forward and impale my cunt farther on his fingers in time with his spanks. 

Now he holds my head in place, and fucks my mouth with his cock. 

I can't breathe. My saliva thickens with added mucus. Thank you, Gag reflex. 

I lift myself off to catch my breath, tears dropping from my eyes as I do so. I wipe them on the bed. 

Break over. He reaches for my hair and pulls my mouth down around him again.

 

My right hand cradles his balls, I use the other to twist around the base of his shaft. And I suck and lick him as I move up and down his cock. 

"Keep going, Daddy's gonna cum."

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My mood pic today ~

A Vignette

Possible Trigger Alert - Face Slapping


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I turn around and see him walk through the doorway. 

His frame fills up the space where a moment ago I could see right across the living room and out the window to the trees beyond. It'll be dark soon. Our sunsets are terribly quick.

I can smell him. No, wait. That shouldn't be right. Now I smell my room, my sheets; I know I am asleep, dreaming. 

But I smell his scent anyway. With my mind, if not my olfactory receptors .

He is close. In front of me now. I can feel the heat from his chest. He leans forward to kiss me... with his hand as much as his lips...

...The hand that even now maintains its grip on me as his mouth pulls away. Cradling my head as he examines, nay, admires his girl. 

His eyes barely leave my face when he spots something in the corner of the room. I don't even know what it is. I think it's a toy.. or a ball. Maybe. 

It's red. 

The hand that held me so delicately a moment ago flies across my cheek. 

"Why is it red?"  he asks. He is calm. Not upset. But it wasn't just a question. It was a question punctuated by a slap.  This tells me it - whatever "it" is - isn't supposed to be red.

I'm silent. Confused. I look in the direction he had been looking. What even *IS* that? A ball? 

He is waiting. I face forward again, looking into his expressionless face. I am aware at this point that I'm comparing his tone of voice to that of someone asking to "pass the salt".

"Hm?" He wants to know.

And again. 

"Why is it red?"

I have no idea what I'm looking at. And I definitely don't know why it's red, or what it was supposed to be if not red. But I get the very distinct feeling I'm supposed to fix it. 

He points at it with his chin as if to confirm my last impulse, then turns around and out the door. 

And I wake up. Wet.