The Christmas DInner That Wasn't

It was a miscomm, BIKSS didn't have the car, and travelling by public transport entails a different set of planning rules be employed. 

I was trying to decide if I should pop into the pharmacy to pick up some meds for mum. And since it was about 4pm I thought, why not. 

He told me where we were going to have Christmas dinner. He didn't say what time. I assumed it was 7ish... 

Turns out he made the reservation for 645 and I didn't know till way too late. He only saw my text about making a last mintue trip to the pharmacy a *while* after I sent it. So he figured it was too late. 

I on the other hand, was headed there from far far away. If he had told me at the point he picked up my message I would have just gone straight home. I had to go PAST my house to get to the pharmacy. And at that point I was no where near my home yet. 

The queue at the pharmacy was ridiculous. I waited an hour. And then trying to book a rideshare was more ridiculous cos of some stupid thing called surge pricing, and a trip that would ordinarily have cost me anywhere from 7 to 10 dollars was going to cost me 25! 

So he cancelled the booking, I took a bus home to shower and change, and he made a new plan. 

Only it was a nearby place that was more al fresco rowdy expat crowd, and less Christmas dinner. 

As our cab pulled up opposite the venue I noticed there was a family eatery a few doors earlier... a chain that we'd eaten at many times before. 

I was in a sparkly dress. I wasn't going to be sitting in an al fresco joint with noisy beer drinkers in berms and tank tops. 

So I asked if he really wanted to eat there, or was it just a let's-try-this-place situation. He said it was the latter. So I said "Ok, let's go to Pinocchio's instead. At least it's indoor seating, quieter, and is air conditioned." 

And that's how we ended up in a something-like-Denny's for our Christmas dinner. 

.... We're taking Thursday off so we've decided to do another do-over. I think he's actually having to WORK at this new job he started last year. He had way more time to plan these things properly in years past LOL. 

Meanwhile, back to Christmas dinner. We had regualar food, fiery chicken, grilled fish with herbs, onion rings, chicken wings... a salad.

Then when we were done we walked along the stretch and looked at other restaurants, cafes etc, and found a Vietnamese place we'd eaten at before, only it looked like it'd been overhauled. Perhaps new owners? 

AND we stopped in there to have a cuppa cos they haz egg coffee too! BIKSS had the egg coffee, I had the rose tea, and we shared an ice-cream tiramisu. Pretty delicious, considering I'm not a fan of tiramisu at all. 

I AM, however, a fan of English tea! 

(Edit: I apologise for the ambiguity! English Tea happened on the 27th of Dec, NOT on the same day as Christmas dinner and egg coffee above!)

The selection has changed since we were last here, but the signature chicken pie and curry puff remain  the stars of the show.  (Click link for pictures.)

They brought those out first, and after scarfing that down (that's a chicken pie each and we shared the curry puff) we were both pretty full up already! 

Aside from the mini croissants and jalapenos, and a scone for me and a couple of prawn cocktails for BIKSS, everything else got doggy-bagged and is now sitting in my fridge. 

Perhaps next time we should just forget about Tea Sets and just get ourselves comfy in a Starbucks where we can share a croissant and sip on our coffees. 

My mood pic today ~

 

Merry Christmas Everybody

Santa's not the only one coming to town - 

You can watch it on Youtube if the video doesn't play for you.

Or maybe this one's more your style... 

Here's the link

Something a little more current and up to date - and dedicated to all those of you who are waiting to get your booster! 

I'm not a fan of this song, but if you are... CLICK HERE to watch on Youtube.

And because this is my favourite and I've posted it almost every year I think, here's wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!

(Or click the link to watch it on YOUTUBE)

Twas the Night before Christmas...

So you're not getting the Merry Christmas post JUST yet. 

I'll be heading off to the sister's house later in the evening. This morning it was work as usual for me, and then a lesson in the afternoon. 

I remember when the Christmas season meant no classes from the middle of the month till the new year. When I'd be fussing with wrapping, shopping, baking and cooking/prepping for lunches, dinners and what not. 

Last year's Christmas was a bit of a shock. The sudden restrictions meant we were all still scrambling about to figure out how to make Christmas work. 

But I think this year we're all a little more prepared. My presents were gotten early. Some of them were handed out during the first couple of weeks of December. Meet-ups were spread out over the whole month because big groups aren't allowed. Everyone saw friends and family in small gatherings of less than 5 persons - A DAY! 

I baked early too, so that I could pass the cakes and puddings to friends ahead of the Christmas weekend. 

Which brings me to today- it feels like a regular day of work, blogging (LOL), laundry etc. 

But that makes for a super boring post, so here's what we did on Tuesday - 

It's not the clearest pic, but remember, I DO NOT MARK EASILY. And even when I do, it's gone in under 10 minutes. This, however, is the result of some yummy cane swats an hour after they happened. (I'm sure there have been more impressive marks made on my behind in the past - see the Caning tag - but it has been AGES since I've had ANY mark at all so this is progress!)

BIKSS was flexing his how-hard-can-I-cane-her-without-causing-too-much-pain muscles. I assured him AFTER that it had been delicious, and wasn't hard at all. He felt it was pretty serious, way harder than our usual tappety-taps (incidentally he didn't play ANY tappety taps on my behind that day), and it was, but it was also a GOOD yummy kind of harder. He was quite amazed, I think, that I seemed perfectly fine with this intensity. 

The during bits were pretty ouchy, of course, but in a totally exhilirating way. And he knew I was feeling the burn, cos I got a warm reassuring hand on my back when I began wriggling and making "mmf, ooohhmph" sounds into my pillow as my bottom got hotter and hotter. 

So what does this mean then, will we be playing with some harder cane strokes in the future? I'm hoping so. I have to acknowledge that it's probably harder on him than it is on me, since I love the cane, but as long time readers may recall, BIKSS has had some overcoming to do in the past regarding its use. And while he HAS delivered hard strokes before, they were usually few in number and harder in intensity. This time it was mostly in the medium to strong range with a few violent earth butt-shattering ones. 

And with that, I shall bid you all a great Christmas Eve! Don't forget to leave the cookies and milk out for Santa. Altho methinks it's time he started thinking about his health LOL. 

Today's mood pic is a plant that I convinced BIKSS to adopt - 

Left - when it was first potted / Right - 3 weeks later. I love it when my plants grow... unlike the silly snake plant blade that's been sitting outside for months looking exactly the same as it did when it came to me. Pfffft. 

Monday Funday (II)

You can read part (I) HERE

We flopped side by side on the bed and because there was nothing else except My Little Pony on the telly, we ended up half watching that while cuddling and chatting. BIKSS pinched and played with my right nipple lazily, and I felt the pain. It hurt. But there was no reaction down south. I thought it strange. It was always a hot spot for me - if he ever wanted a quick turn-me-on all he had to do was pinch a tit. 

We continued chatting, I breathed in his scent and rubbed my face in his chest, and he reached for the other nipple. After some twisting and pulling I said "Daddy I think my nipples are broken." 

I explained. "You know how after a time these books / websites talk about training and breaking a sub? Like draining all the protest and objection out of her, leaving a completely pliable, compliant sub to do as she is instructed? Well I think you broke my nipples. They're not complaining or reacting - they're just saying 'Pain.' and then not doing anything about it." 

He laughed. We talked about the post on childhood fantasies - how the comments mainly centred around a fascination with spanking... and how that reminded me that even though my fantasies didn't involve spanking and were for the purposes of sexual arousal, the ONE scene that I can recall that was even before the time of my prepubescent sexual-discovery-awakening was a Who's the Boss episode where Tony Danza either threatens or manages to get Alyssa Milano over his knee for a spanking. The details are hazy. But that then led me to fantasising about Scott Baio (Charles in Charge) spanking ME otk. 

All that talk about spanking made Daddy's fingers twitch. He reached for his belt but WAIT! I had toys! I brought a couple of our DIY slappers with me. "I think this conversation about spanking would go down better if you were actually spanking me, Daddy." Yes. I am a crazy person. 

'Fingers' on the left, and 'The Twins' on the right

And he did. I have missed playing with our little spankers and I have found a new portable favourite spanking toy. The Twins deliver a good sharp whack over a relatively small area, suitable for concentrated play or, if the spanker so desires, can also be employed over larger surfaces by increasing the total number of spanks. BIKSS spanked one cheek then the other, we talked about punishment vs penance. Again. And I get it. I get that most of the time it's ME needing the absolution, not HIM wanting to punish me. But, just maybe, MAYBE, "The next time we play, can you maybepretendthatyou'repunishingmecosithinkimightenjoyit?" I said very quickly and not without embarrassment. I put my hands over his eyes so he couldn't see me and he laughed. "OK," he said, "we can definitely do that."

"We're definitely going to have to have a safeword for THAT one. I'm not sure what it'll do to my psyche. But I'm really curious to see what happens."

And then he went to town on my ass. He sat up behind me, pinning me face down on the bed with his knees straddling my legs, and my butt burned with the swats those two tiny rectangular pieces were causing. I wriggled and yelped under him, at times tempted to clench then remembering quickly enough that it would only make the spanks land more painfully. I moved my toes and my feet in an attempt to move SOMEthing cos I couldn't move my hips out of the way... much. They seemed to wiggle of their own accord, and BIKSS must have enjoyed that because the rain of ouches stopped abruptly enough and I found my legs being pushed apart and his cock at my pussy, entering my drenched hole. 

When did that happen? 

He held my wrists and thrust into me while I squirmed under him, a combination of wanting more of him - deeper, faster, - and bucking to try to minimise skin-to-skin contact against my hot throbbing bottom as he slammed his hips into me again and again. 

I clenched my bum cheeks and ground my hips backwards against him. He released my wrist, pushed himself up for a better angle perhaps? Then shifted his weight to one side, increasing his tempo as he did so. I could feel him getting harder inside me, the tip of his cock pulsing against my insides as he fucked me harder and harder, with only ONE intention. 

"Fuck yeah, Daddy's coming," he barely managed before he pulled out and shot his cum all over my still warm butt cheek. The left one, mostly. For some reason that detail made its way into my brain. 

After wiping me up we lay together and cuddled some more. Well, that was an afternoon well spent, I thought. 

I was wrong. There was more. 

"Do you think that when I read stuff I get more subby?" I asked. 

He said yes. 

"Do you get more horny and excited when I'm more subby?"

His answer was a hand against my left inner thigh, indicating that I should splay my legs, whereupon he proceeded to tease my clit once more. 

I sucked in air through my teeth as the sudden jolt of electricity made me tingle all the way down to my toes. I knew what he was going to do, but the sensations still caught me off guard. (Can anyone actually be ON guard when there's a finger touching your clit?)

"You're touching me different," I venture. I'm trying to figure out what he's doing that's making me feel so damned fucking good. 

"No I'm not. I've touched you this way before. I do it all the time. But you're just feeling it different cos you're ready for it, horny. YOU are feeling different. I'm just touching your clit the same way I always have." 

Somehow hearing him talk like that made me wetter. It was ridiculous. I felt, silly, but powerful at the same time. He dipped a finger in. I gasp. He pulls out and uses my juices as lubrication as he continues to fondle my clit again. He does this, irritatingly slowly, again and again, dipping in, pulling out. Alternating between clit and cunt a million times. I want his cock. But maybe this is all it's going to be. 

Daddy playing with his little girl's pussy. 

I swoon a little inside. Then his hand is gone. 

And Roger is pushing his way into me. 

*I make a little victory fist pump internally*

And Roger, well, he's pumping me internally too. 

"Fuck me, Daddy, that feels so good... fuck my pussy." I start to say something else but am interrupted by a low moan and BIKSS grunting that he's gonna cum. 

So colour me well and truly fucked. That was 3 rounds in 2 hours. 

It's been a while since we've had that sort of action!

Monday Funday (I)

It started with an ebook. It's called Act Your Age. So anyway, it's a DDlg story and I've been getting slightly hot and bothered. Ok, a bit more than slightly. 

I send teasing texts. BIKSS answers with his own suggestive replies. Over a couple of days things build, and last night I got this text - 

Hmmm. Just had a thought... you kneeling, naked with your knees slightly apart. Me behind you with my right hand between your thighs playing with your clit. My left holding your neck. Your body held tight to mine. Listening to you gasp each time I touch your clit. Having you push down on my hand when a finger slips into you  feeling you shudder as each touch on your clit sends a jolt of sensations coursing through your body.

Well, I'm one of those people, see, who likes reading this sort of thing. It's the suggestion, the anticipation, the knowledge that the person saying all this is well and truly capable of doing exactly what he promises.

Today we had lunch at the dim sum place again. The manager came over mid-meal to say hello and let us know that the staff were just last week mentioning that they hadn't seen us in a while. Well, ok, now I feel bad for not returning sooner. And then after our meal he brought us a complimentary bowl of mango sago pomelo each. I mean, now it was BIKSS' turn to feel like maybe we should pay them a visit again soon-ish, perhaps the next time we plan to have lunch together LOL. I don't think a restaurant has ever made us feel *this* guilty / obliged.

Free dessert

Mid meal pic

After lunch he asked what we should do. I said Let's go and play!

And play we did. 

We got our room and very soon my clothes came off and I was naked and kneeling on the bed. It was exactly as BIKSS had described it in his text the night before. Everything felt magnified somehow for my knowing what was coming. 

He twisted a nipple, then the other. One hand always on my pussy, circling my clit, touching it, stroking, rubbing. I shivered, partly from the cold, but mostly from the tingling that filled my entire torso, from ear to cunt. 

He switched hands every now and again, for better access, and each time he removed his hand from the spot it had been working on I felt at once respite and dismay. Over and over he moved his fingers from my neck to my breast, from nipple to clit, and by the time he slipped a finger inside me I was good and sopping.

I groaned, I whined, I gasped, shuddered, whimpered. He brought out an entire repertoire of sounds. 

He got off the bed and undressed before resuming his position behind me. I reached back to grip Roger but I wasn't much use at anything for there was only so much I could think about doing with my hands whilst trying not to collapse onto the bed from the finger-fucking he was giving me. Then those same fingers were in my mouth; I licked them clean and they remained there to keep my lips apart, the heel of his hand propping my chin up, as he abandoned my pussy for a time and pinched and twisted my nipples at great length instead. 

I would have doubled over into a full crouch from the pain if not for those fingers holding my head tilted up and back, leaning, nay, supported by his shoulder. "Good girl," he said, over and over again. It had been a long time since I heard those words in a setting such as this. "Good girl."

He knew what those words do to me. He knew what I needed. He turned me around and kissed me. His mouth insistent, one hand around my neck, the other on my tit? Clit? I don't recall. My hands were free to hold his cock, now in front of me at last. I moved one hand up and down over his length, my other cupping his balls, tracing my nails over the skin. Pulling away from my face he let me work on Roger for a few more seconds. My eyelids fluttered between closed and just barely open as I concentrated on the hard phallus between my fingers and his firm hand around my neck.

A slap fell across my right cheek. I gasped. I felt myself get wetter. I had barely registered the pain when another landed on my left. At least I didn't feel lopsided. 

Satisfied that I had had enough he lay down and I knelt beside him, sitting on my heels, as I sucked on Roger, my tongue finding the terrain of his cock welcomingly familiar. He smelled fresh, like just-done laundry. I still wonder right up to today how he manages that. It could be mid-day, it could be post-dinner. It didn't matter what time of day it was. I only know I'm lucky to always have a clean cock in my mouth when Daddy wants a blowjob. 

And he wanted a blowjob. He didn't have to say anything. As I worked on him and teased the ridge just under his head he finally did it. The familiar smack of his hand making contact with my ass, and the smarting on first one cheek and then the other, then alternating between the two, made me even more eager to please him, please his cock. 

It wasn't a serious spanking, pffft, it was nothing as far as spankings go, but it was enough in that moment for me to let out a moan around Roger. Daddy liked that. He himself couldn't hold back and a low growl escaped his throat. He grabbed my hair to push me down hard as he fucked my mouth. 

"Don't stop. Daddy's gonna cum," he muttered. Oh, I wasn't planning on stopping. Yes, I wanted his cock in my pussy, but I also wanted him to cum in my mouth. I guess I was just being a greedy little girl. 

But we had lots of time, we had the room for 2 hours... I was certain the afternoon wasn't over...

Shopping Day and Childhood Fantasies

I needed to pick up some little pots for babeh plants, and a planner for next year. And Yankee Candles. Cos they're the only scented candles that are easily got around these parts that carry the scent throughout the life of the candle. Most others are like posers - come on strong then peter out halfway through the flirtation. 

BIKSS took the afternoon off. We met in town around 1pm and had ourselves a very decent hot pot lunch. 

Set meal for two - fish, chicken, pork and beef slices, two trays of veggie/mushrooms, and two servings of tanghoon (mungbean vermicelli), with a pot containing a choice of 2 different soups - BIKSS picked a spicy tom yum and mine was a herbal chicken soup, Chinese style.

I was amused by the heart shaped tofu

Bubble bubble toil and trouble...

After lunch and having gotten up all the stuff I needed / wanted, we headed out to another mall where there was an outlet store of a brand of shoes that BIKSS likes. He picked up a pair of brown leather oxfords that look something like this - 

Altho I think they might have been a bit darker in colour. 

After shopping we went to a Starbucks, this time we stuck to regular non-sugar-laden drinks. A no-sugar cold brew latte for BIKSS and a decaf mocha for me. 

We had a lovely time people-watching and having what I call "sparkling" conversation. Mainly about BDSM, what and who we thought about while jerking off, sharing dirty secret fantasies etc. It was fun, and something we hadn't done in a long time, mainly because we haven't had to opportunity to just chat for hours and hours at a stretch in a long time. 

And even after all this time we both managed to discover new things about each other. Which was lovely and amusing. 

One of the things that came up was my early fantasies. BDSM friend had asked me how young I was when I realised I was a sub. I told her I had fantasies featuring a strict dance teacher that began when I was maybe 9 or 10. I didn't elaborate beyond that. But it started me thinking and by the time we sat down to coffee (me and BIKSS) I had managed to recall those early fantasies in a bit more detail.

I shared that while I never had a storyline in my head when I was masturbating, there was always an imagining of an environment in which I was in a class or group engaging in some kind of activity or attending a lesson under the tutelage of a strict disciplinarian / authority figure. I never pictured the actual activity or lesson in detail, but mostly it was some physical thing. Dance class, or exercise session, sometimes a music lesson, or just some form of physical training for a phantom competition I was preparing for. 

The main thing was that we were always pushed to some limit, Be quiet, Do it again, Don't stop, Keep moving,  and a lot of the time the most prominent feature was a voice in my head lecturing and scolding and being very stern about complying with the rules / instructions etc. 

There was never any punishment or consequence - I was always very obedient in my fantasies LOL. 

BIKSS knew some of this already, but I don't think I ever talked too much about it. Mainly, I suspect, because I had forgotten most of it. Until now. It's amazing what the mind remembers. I never thought of it as submission though. 

On his part, his fantasies always involved rough sex. He, too, never thought of it within the framework of D/s. But there was definitely hair pulling and choking! His choice of porn also reflected this aspect of his sexual preference. 

I suppose it's a good thing our tastes match up then. So that my saying I wanted to be TiH (that was my first encounter with anything resembling D/s when I started looking up this stuff on the web) didn't freak him out as much as it might have someone else who only thought about tender vanilla sex (yuck!) and gave him an avenue to explore his darker side. 

How about you? Did you fantasise about the kink you now partake in as a child? When did you know? How did you come to find out that you were into D/s , BDSM , whatever you call it? 

My mood pic today comes with a story ~

Midway through our sparkling conversation I said something about Pythagoras' Theorem and BIKSS went on to say something totally incorrect about it. Well, Maths was never his forte. I, on the other hand, had 'A's in the subject all through school. Anyway, I began to explain what it was and he protested, saying he didn't want to know, he wouldn't ever need to use it and I should stop before he retaliates with the details of WW1 and WW2 (I don't tolerate History well and often my eyes glaze over after 3 sentences, max, and not in that subspace way either!) 

I was laughing hysterically, giggly as shit cos he was being really funny gesticulating all over the place. But before things escalated I agreed to shut up. Then proceeded to fold a napkin. And a piece of paper. To illustrate a right-angled triangle, under the guise of mopping up the ring of condensation that had formed under his cup. When he picked up his cup to take a sip I pointed at the longest side and said - "That's the hypotenuse!"

He called me a sneaky little thing. :D

Positivity Pack

My high school buddy whom I see maybe once or twice a year (one of those times being Christmas) sent me a care package / Christmas gift by mail since we won't be meeting this year. Not for our usual Christmas eve soiree anyway. 

I thought it was really sweet of her! The label on the box read "Positivity Pack". We could all do with some of that!

That's a candle, room mist, some stickers, a wick trimmer and a box of extra-large matches! 

I'm feeling loved!

My mood pic today ~ 

More Vietnamese Food And Christmassy Things

For some reason whenever I think about the meals we've eaten here I always associate their dishes with "Comfort Food". Must be the smell of charred meat!  

We had fried vegetable spring rolls

Then a meat platter where the pork skewers weren't really skewers. They were more like clamps and after 20 seconds of trying to tug at the pork sices I realised there was a little veggie-string at the end of the clamp-y thing that would come away if you tugged at the loose end and unwound it! The meat would fall out quite easily after that.

The black stuff to the right of the meat platter is seaweed-wrapped beef. BIKSS enjoyed that one. I took a bite and gave the remainder to him. I really did NOT like it.

Grilled eggplant. It was a bit of a shock at first bite. Chargrilled. Thick. Salty. But after that initial jolt of surprise it was not too bad. Strange. But not bad. 

Then if was off to Starbucks for a peppermint mocha for me and toffee nut latte for BIKSS. 2 pumps of syrup instead of 3 please. The lady was nice enough to ask if I wanted the third coffee (which I intended to take home with me) together with our order or would I like her to make it later before we left. I opted for later. 

Oh did I mention we also shared a dark chocolate caramel tart? We ate all the chocolate, but left about half the tart base with caramel behind.

Except for the Starbucks pic, today's photos were brought to you by BIKSS' phone! This post was also brought to you by Toffee Nut Latte. The sure-fire way to tell it's almost Christmast!

My mood pics today ~ lights lining the street outside my estate and LED-embedded fake poinsettia in planters outside a mall. #Christmas in the Tropics.

Poisonous vs Venomous

The thing I learnt most recently is the difference between a venomous thing and a poisonous thing. 

If it bites you and you die, it's venomous. 

If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous.

If the two of you bite each other, that's kinky. 

If it bites another thing and you still die, that's voodoo! 

Told to me by the BDSM friend from yesterday's post. 

Turns out BIKSS knew about this poisonous vs venomous thing. I was impressed. I'd never heard it till now. 

He went on to tell me a story about a fella who got convicted for murdering his wife because he grabbed a venomous snake and bared its fangs and pressed them down into the sleeping wife's arm. The investigators didn't believe his story of it being a freak accident due to the depth and angle of the punctures. And to illustrate he jabbed my thigh with his fingers. I think he got a bit too carried away cos it really hurt. I did an "OW!" and then looked at my thigh where he had jabbed me. 

Considering the contact lasted only a split second before he made the "recoil" motion with his arm, I thought the nail marks were pretty obvious. This photo was taken about a minute after his show and tell. It's clearer on my phone, and I don't know if you can see it but man, it hurt. Tsk. 

My mood pic today ~ Meet a bear stuffie I adopted. Brommers (the Spurs bear) could do with a playmate. I thought he might get along with Finnigan. I'm hoping they'll fall in love. That's my plan anyway. They're pretty perfect for each other. Even BIKSS agrees. 💕

BDSM Friend

I found out today that one of my friends (new-ish friend) has a kink. She identifies as Domme and it was so refreshing to have an open non-judgy conversation with her about stuff. 

She was as excited as I was to have someone to talk about this with. I know because she said so. It happened on a group chat with another girl, who admits her sex life is very vanilla, but was happy to learn about all the acronyms that appeared throughout the course of our convo - BDSM, TTWD, D/s, F/m, M/f, etc. 

Only, she has never had a chance to play with someone. Which is sad. Altho she has said that the relationship will come first, the kink, secondary. 

"How will you know how hard to whip then? Practised?" I asked.

"Sadly, no. Never had a chance," was her reply.

"Well, if you ever wanna practise your swing, I'm not averse to pain," I teased. Ok, half teased. I don't think I would mind letting her practise a few swats on my behind.

"Awwww. "

Then a few seconds later she texted again, "I say awwww, you say Owwww!"

LOL

And that was my exciting train ride home after class today. 

My mood pic today is BIKSS' zz plant sprouting a shoot ~ because even in less than favourable conditions life finds a way. 

Tuesday Tickle

We were talking about the blog and I said something about not minding that people who don't live here knowing that I live where-I-live. It's the people who are local knowing and figuring it's me that freaks me out. 

I also mentioned I recently looked at the stats and while most of my hits are from the US, I got 50 views locally.  

"So aside from the two of us, the rest of those hits are from people in ____ reading my sex-blog!"  I said in faux (but not really) horror, cos we live in a really small everyone-is-connected-to-everyone place. 

BIKSS replied "You don't have a sex-blog. It's all plants and food these days!"

He's got a point!

My mood pic today ~ 

Spanky Thoughts

Random bits in my head. 

If a fella enjoys spanking, is it usually the case that he'll be sexually aroused by it? Or do guys also sometimes enjoy spanking for the spanking with no sexual response? 

If said fella is the former, does it mean he'll ALWAYS associate it with being a sexual encounter? Or can he flip flop and sometimes think it's sexual and other times think it's not? 

And if you're a punishment spanking duo, what then? Do serious spanks not turn you on but fun spanks do? 

Are you a sadist only in that you enjoy inflicting pain? Or does it have to matter that the recipient is reacting in a way that communicates to you that they are in pain? What if there is no response because they are just that stoic... but you know the blows ARE painful. Would you still enjoy it? 

If I enjoy pain, I'm a masochist. (That's being very simplistic, but just go with it.) If you are spanking me and I'm enjoying it, and am happy to try and challenge myself to be still and not wriggle... and succeed... does that make the experience less exciting for you, the spanker? 

I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Feel free to ramble on and write a thesis. I don't mind. 

My mood pic today ~ 

It's Just Not The Same When The Ground Isn't White

Warm lighted up reindeer outlines. 

The perfect example of making do when you live near the equator.

It's All Good. I'm All Good. So Was the Chicken.

Lab results are back and I'm fine! My cholesterol's come down. The good AND the bad. I'll just have to up the walking frequency. I have been remiss. Hopefully the HDL will go back up.  

Vit D is slightly below what we want, but better than last year. I haven't been taking my supplements as regularly as I should be. I shall remember to do so. Everything else is pretty much the same as they were last year. 

The boss looked at my ferritin levels, mentioned that I might be a bit under, then checked his chart again, and said "Nope, it's fine. You're perfect in every way!" LOL.

In my head I was thinking "And don't you forget it, mister!"

So mum's appointment got brought forward cos her sleep schedule is all messed up again. Her labs came back ok except for a slightly elevated potassium reading but that's easily solved. We'll see. 

So we decided to eat chicken. I was craving fried chicken. 

Last Wednesday we went and had ourselves more spanky fun before dinner, then ended up at Popeye's for dinner. 

And today it was pouring, we didn't have the car, and I got delayed getting out of the house, so it was straight to a shopping mall where we could find food without getting wet. 

We ended up at Pizza Hut cos everything else was super crowded. I mean, so was this, but there were at least tables available. 

That's the view from our table by the window

They call it a Christmas platter cos it's on their seasonal menu, not because it's particularly Christmassy. More like a heart attack platter if you ask me! Deep fried EVERYTHING! I mean, it's GOTTA be good right?  Ramekin on the left has some cream and spinach, and the one on the right is penne pasta with cheese. It was delightfully un-salty. Perfect for me.

Chicken cutlets with mash and side salad. We were both rather surprised by how tasty the chicken was. 

Yes, we're those people who go into Pizza Hut and have everything BUT pizza.  In our defence, they don't make awesome pizza to begin with. 

In plant news, I managed to pot up some zz cuttings (white pot) and more tradescantia (pink pot). The former I might keep, or pass to the sister. We'll see. The latter, well, I've convinced BIKSS that he needs another plant for the little box shelf he has near his work table. Two's just not quite cutting it. He has a zz and a peperomia at the moment. This one would be a great addition to the collection! I think he's down with it cos he's already named it - Billy, after Billy Joel. 

And my mood pic today is going to be a tiny off shoot peace lily that I rescued from the mother pot ~

Yes I know, it looks rather sad and nothing like the big luscious bushy plants you see on the interweb. But it's doing better now, and it will probably take some time but I'm certain this baby will survive and thrive. It was getting pushed out of the way in the original pot and was no match for the well established root system of the mother plant. Hence its perpetual droopy state. At least now it'll have a chance to grow properly.

I've got it in a self watering pot so it doesn't suffer from erratic moisture conditions while trying to recover. I'm pretty certain I'll update in a few weeks or when something exciting happens.

Nebulizing Diffuser

They were having a sale. 

I got myself a nebulizing diffuser. For half the price. 

Betty decided she would pay for it cos she has no clue what to get me for Christmas. 

I'm pleased. 

I currently have May Chang in it. 

"With a warm and uplifting lemon aroma, cheerful May Chang is sunshine in a bottle. May Chang is a very uplifting and stimulating oil and useful during times of fatigue, melancholy and anxiety. Used to create a cheering ambience when diffused. Traditionally used as a digestive aid May Chang can help with poor digestion and stimulate the appetite."

I like all of that except the bit about stimulating the appetite! LOL. 

Oh, which reminds me, I have a blood test tomorrow morning. The lab has given us some "free" credit for lab tests which expires at the end of the year. I usually do my annual bloodwork in January but hey, a month early won't make much of a difference. It's just routine anyway. Free is always good.

I asked if there was a test for cortisol levels. My boss shrugged and said - Yes, but why bother... you know yours is gonna be high. 

Right. Ok. 

That's that then. 

My mood pic today ~ 

Iphone Face Recognition is NOT Blowjob Friendly

If you have an iphone, and you've enabled face recognition to unlock your phone, just know that it will not do so if you have a cock in your mouth. Like this.

That is all.

My mood pic today ~ 

Finally a Friday Fun Day Full of Fabulousness

We were supposed to meet for dinner and because the mother gets anxious when I leave the house except for non-negotiable things like work or class or to official must-do things, I fibbed a little and said I had to attend some health talk that was work related. She's OK when I tell her I have to go and do compulsory things. 

The whole day BIKSS was heading towards finding a Japanese joint for dinner. He'd been hankering for Japanese food for a while now and we always end up eating some other thing so I said Japanese was fine but could we go somewhere quiet as I was feeling a bit weepy earlier today - what with it being the anniversary of my father's death and all.

So he said we would wander and hunt for a place. 

The only problem was when I left the house I realised I was feeling horny. Might have been the thong. But it wasn't because I had an agenda - I was wearing slim fitting pants and the VPL in that pair is NOT nice! 

SO I did what I had to. I texted him and told him that I was horny. And by the time I got to the arranged pick-up point my texts had escalated to the level of "We need to get a room or else you're going to have to finger me in the car!"

We got a room. It wasn't as expensive as I remember. Perhaps they've lowered the rates cos Covid has kept many people away from um, rooms by the hour. Transit rooms they're called. We went to one near his ex workplace, BUT they wouldn't except my digital ID, so we went to another one nearby which did (I rang ahead to check)! Thank goodness cos I would totally kick myself if, on the ONE day we had the time and the opportunity and MOOD (⬅ me, not him), we were prevented from having some playtime simply because I left the house sans wallet!

But I mean, move with the times already right? In where-I-live we have this government-linked app that has all our information on it, see, and it has a virtual ID with pic and everything. And if it's good enough for government agencies, it should be good enough for a fuck hotel no? Anyway, I usually DO bring my wallet with my cards in it but since I had decided not to lug my huge ass tote along today, I went without and just grabbed my phone. After all, today's smartphone has all the integrated e-cards, e-wallets, e-payment gateways etc. and these days I hardly ever reach for my wallet anymore.

It wasn't our first time here. I just never thought to show you what it looks like. LOL. Well, here it is. This is where we spent two hours spanking my butt, having sex, sucking on Roger, lying about and chatting and then having sex again! (A few of my capillaries may have been harmed in the process!) It's a good thing he always wears a leather belt, eh?

He remarked that if he had known the rates had dropped this low, we could have just spared ourselves the headache of sneaking into my room at home and come here instead! I wonder if that means we'll be seeing much more of the front desk receptionist in the near future 😏

And now that the fun had been had and the girl was happy, to dinner!

But first, a present for BIKSS to tear open! I got him a tee and wrapped it up and decided it would be one of our "we're not doing presents this year" presents. LOL. Innit cute? The print on the actual shirt wasn't super clear as we were looking at it up close while sat in the car. He actually thought it showed the bear wanking! Tells you what's going on in his brain eh?

On his part, he had been to a "friends-n-family" sale event in his building earlier where he picked up a $36 set of tisanes for a little less than a quarter of the retail price. SCORE! I am now the new owner of said set. (This no-Christmas-presents thing isn't really working, methinks. We seem to still be getting each other gifts - only they are now spread out over the whole month of December instead!)

But now, dinner.

We found a newly opened Japanese fusion place around the corner from the hotel and decided to go for it. 

The verdict - surprisingly good!

They had a promo on their sukiyaki, $13instead of $30, so we had that. It was more than we expected cos most places give you a tiny teeny pot. 

So you basically let the soup boil and then mix in a lightly beaten egg, wait for it to boil again, then chuck the meat in. Like a Chinese hot pot. By the time the meat is cooked, the veggies are done too.

 👈 Adequately softened vegetables on BIKSS' plate

Now, at the time I ordered our dinner I didn't realise the soup pot was going to be that large, so I kinda got a whole bunch of yakitori too. Oops. Too much food, again!

Left - 

Top - grilled pork pelly slices; 

Bottom, enoki wrapped with bacon

Right - grilled chicken thigh chunks, squid and scallops

👈 I like that they had real stoneware and not that awful disposable stuff so many restaurants favour these days. Also, I thought the spoon was melamine at first, but it wasn't! Made a lovely 'clink' when BIKSS accidentally dropped it on the plate.

We walked around the block a bit, and explored the area, discovering mostly newly-sprung restaurants and not much else cos BIKSS isn't new to that part of the world at all, having worked around there previously. 

Then it was time to head home.

I found a package on the table waiting for me. More shoes. Yes, I've gone a bit mad with the slip ons. 

The grey ones were so comfy that I got myself another pair. I'm wearing them to work everyday now, so why not right? 

And when BIKSS got home despite the amount of food we had for dinner, he cut a slice of the low carb fruit cake I baked yesterday and tried some. I didn't keep a loaf for myself, as they were all destined for other homes. So I asked if he would show me what the cross-section looked like. 

He not only cut it, he ate it. And he liked it. A low carb fruit cake has to be every fruit-cake-loving diabetic's dream! 

HIS VERDICT - Smells good, tastes good, texture's good. Huzzah! (I've been watching S2 of The Great...)

I think I'll make more tomorrow... so I can have some for myself!

My mood pic today ~ 

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