We Made It - She Made It

We packed an overnight bag each and headed off to the next state for a quick getaway. Because it has been forever since we woke up in the same bed and, more importantly, I needed a fucking break. 

It was good not having to think about dealing with the mother for 36 hours. It's not the longest of vacations but it was a very meandering one. 

We headed to a mall where there was a baked dumpling shop we love. After putting in our orders for pick up the next day we toured the pharmacies to find meds we both needed. Then we headed to our favourite Japanese place for lunch. Top - deep fried lotus root and garlics with spinach and bacon; Middle - deep fried battered prawns drenched in wasabi mayo; Bottom - lobster-based cubes with corn in salad dressing sitting atop some crispy tempura seaweed rafts. Right - a popping dry ice cup that came with our sashimi.

       

After lunch we headed to the hotel to check in. It was comfortable enough, had hot running water, an AC that worked, and a good firm mattress and fluffy pillows. We loafed a little bit then headed out to a tiny mall across the road. But I'm getting ahead of myself...

 
Left - lying down with our feet in the air / Right - Julius on BIKSS' arm

You see, while we were loafing in bed, I lay across him and he had the bright idea that a spanking would be a good idea. I told him it wasn't, cos we were about to go upstairs to the pool! He shrugged that off and said no matter, it was a perfect time for a spanking. I mentally shrugged and settled into it. After 35 seconds he stopped and exclaimed - OH, we're going to the pool! Let me have a proper look at your bum! LOL. 

He had clearly not connected the dots! Haha.

As we were getting out of our travel clothes into something more comfy, I reached out and touched BIKSS, and hugged him from behind, letting my hand reach down to fondle Roger. Hey hey, don't start something you can't finish, he said. 

"Who says we can't finish it?" 

*wink wink nudge nudge* 

Eventually we made it out to the nearby mall - it was a tiny one, but there was a great value-dollar type of shop in there where we ended up spending a good amount of time (and money!). 

I picked up some pots, of both the kitchen AND gardening variety; various baskets and felt floor protectors for furniture legs; a ton of chips, snacks and meal kits for both myself and my mother! It really was one of those shops that sold EVERYTHING!

Then we lugged everything back to the hotel, exhausted but happy. 

We have recently heard news of the chicken ban from Malaysia - and since we get a substantial amount of chicken from Malaysia, we decided that we would celebrate still having chicken in the time being by getting takeout from KFC for dinner! 

We shared a cheesy chicken wrap and some cempedak (similar to breadfruit / jackfruit) balls.

Then we went on a half hour drive to get to a night bazaar. It was crowded but fun to see the people milling about getting bags, clothes, snacks etc. 

(Picture taken off the web)

We didn't buy anything but it was a lovely evening of conversation and strolling with BIKSS -  something we haven't had in a long long (too bluddy long) time!

We got back to the hotel where we showered together and got ready for bed. And then I remembered I wanted to get some milk for before-bed. So we went down again and looked for the 7-11 which was on the ground floor just to the left of the hotel's main door. We picked up some oreo wafers (this has been a vacation full of naughty snacking!) and weird flavoured drinks - chocolate hazelnut milk for me and a stardust zero sugar coke for BIKSS. We hated BOTH of them. LOL. 

And finally we were back in the room and cuddling under the covers where more talking ensued. Eventually we were both too tired to carry on the conversation anymore so we hugged each other tight and fell asleep.

Throughout the night we both reached over to hug, kiss, touch, or cuddle the other in turn, and BIKSS reached over and stuck his hand on my boob a number of times, falling asleep with half his arm under my shirt for palm-on-nipple access. 

By the time I woke up this morning with Daddy kissing me and cuddling me and all our limbs touching various bits of the other person, I realised that my undies were wet. This has not happened in a LONG time. It felt a bit foreign to me, having been absent from my life the last couple of years. 

I told him so, and that I was in the mood for a fuck in a super long-winded roundabout way via a conversation about rape fantasies, and he reached down to investigate. The proof, in this case, is in the panty. 

The Wet Spot

BIKSS and Roger obliged my morning request and I was very happy / relieved after that - now that I had proof that my girly bits weren't broken. 

The conclusion we came to was that since I had been sleeping when he fondled my boobs, my brain was "switched off", and my body could finally enjoy the sensations and react in the way it normally used to, without interference from conscious thought or the psychological burden of coping with real-life circumstances getting in the way.

Given the way my body's been behaving (I've talked about my pre-menopause to hell and back!) I'm glad that's one thing I don't have to think about "treating" for now. I agree with Mrs Fever that sexual health and sexual relationship health are important. And I especially believe that if something can be treated for a better outcome, then one (or I, in any case) shouldn't be content to just live with it, whatever that it may be. But I'm glad it's not a situation I have to deal with right now.

And so that's where I am after a night away with BIKSS and some (much needed) RnR. 

Tuesday and Wednesday Dinners

TUESDAY

With dining being restricted to 2 in a party - and only vaccinated persons indoors - we pretty much had the whole place to ourselves cos we ate at another restaurant in the business district. It's a great option when one is looking for a place with more empty tables than filled. 

There was no one else there when we got in for dinner. I don't mind having the whole restaurant to myself! LOL. 

 

Stuffed chicken with ricotta and sundried tomatoes, served with roasted veggies and butter rice. This was what was left of our plate by the time I whipped my camera out. Oopsie.

This was a bunch of baked mushrooms (what? weird right?) that we chucked into our spinach/asparagus salad. 

It didn't turn out too bad. I rather enjoyed it. 

WEDNESDAY

We had planned to go to the pokebowl place but I got delayed by a whole bunch of phone calls from the hospital so BIKSS travelled nearer to me and we ate at a mostly-filled-with-eateries mall nearby. 

Not crowded, social distanced, empty tables between diners. It was safe enough.

Grilled salmon on a hotplate.

Chicken wings and sauteed broccoli and mushrooms. 

They do a mean spicy broccoli, this place. 

We have this every single time we're here. 

Mozaarella cheese balls not photographed cos we popped them the minute they got to our table. Here's a picture from the web - 

After dinner we walked home, and then got into bed. BIKSS usually 'parks' Roger downwards, so I was surprised when I reached into his boxer shorts and found him pointing up! 

"You've got Roger facing upwards... how come?"

"Cos I adjusted him so you'd have easy access!"

"Well, why'd you do that then?"

"Cos Daddy wants a blowjob!"

I suppose he didn't need to change positions but hey, it made me ask didn't it? 

I also got a spanking! A bit of a thuddy one cos he uses two fingers when he needs to keep it relatively quiet but oh they are whacky spanks! Mmmm, yummy. Things were flowing rather quite readily down below. 

I suppose I needed the de-stressing. While cuddling after I told him I missed feeling small. In my world I'm the largest person (with the strongest personality) - my boss is a tiny man, and my colleague is skinny. And at home, well, mum is 4'11" if that. And her caregiver shorter still. I'm 5'5". 

He held my head under his chin and wrapped me up in his big strong arms!. And for a moment all was right with the world. 

In mum news - they have got a spot for her in the rehab hospital so she'll be moved there tomorrow morning. It's the same one dad was in a couple of years ago, and mum got to know a couple of the aides there during that time. So I reached out to one of them earlier this evening and asked if he would please check in on mum once she's transferred just to make sure that someone's feeding her and she's being taken care of. I found out (much to my dismay and pissiness) that the ward she's in currently didn't make arrangements to have someone feed her, despite my telling them a zillion times. 

When she was in recovery after surgery I know they fed her, and she was eating well. But for some reason after she was transferred to the general ward someone let the ball drop. In any case they agreed during that phone call when I discovered feeding her wasn't part of her care plan to let my caregiver in to see to her needs. So she was with mum today, and we got more than a couple of video calls / normal calls in. 

It was good for mum, and it was good for me. But once she's in the rehab hospital we won't be able to wrangle any special passes for her caregiver. They've made that abundantly clear. Oh well. Still, she really does need to get her rehab done, so there's nothing much I can do about anything else. 

The hospital team did inform the rehab team that she is showing some signs of delirium, likely acute, as a result of the stress of surgery and being in unfamiliar surroundings, so they'll be working out an expedited rehab program for her to try and get her back home as quickly as possible. 

So far she's exceeding the doctor's expectations in terms of how far she's walking, so he's hopeful that she'll make a full recovery, and in a shorter time than he originally imagined. This is all good news. I'm glad. 

My mood pic today ~ 

Parallel Universe

Thank you for all your lovely comments and well-wishes. Mum managed a smile on video call this afternoon - a friend who works at the hospital snuck into her ward and rang me from her bedside. She was sitting up in a chair and grumbled that I should be there cos 'THEY' have no idea what to do and only I know all the right things to do, she says. 

I'll pop down to the hosp to pass said friend mum's fone to bring up to her. I'll have to let her know to tell the nurses to sort out the charger and cable for her. 

She doesn't know how to use the video call thing but I can send her messages and pics so that should make her feel better. I hope. 

Meanwhile, since no one can go to her, we're all just living in a somewhat parallel universe that looks a lot like how life was 2 years ago... BIKSS dropped in for a cuddle and some unromantically-elicited sex. Me : I think I wanna have sex, you wanna have sex? 

LOL. 

We also had lunch together yesterday afternoon, at a deserted mall with deserted restaurants. 

Some lovely green foliage to perk me up :)

10-dollar fish and chips. Not half bad. Lovely flaky battered fish!

Looked like too much food but we managed - I WAS HUNGRY!

So mum is fit to transfer to a rehab facility and they'll move her as soon as there is a spot available. Things are moving along well and I'm so glad that she's not in pain. They asked if her leg / hip / side hurt and she said "Leg not pain. Hip not pain. BUT STOMACH pain." 

I think she was annoyed that her breakfast and meds were late. I guess if she's complaining and grumbling that's a good sign, all things considered. 

I was kinda sad when she told me they did an operation but hadn't warned her beforehand. I had to remind her that that was the reason we were in hospital in the first place, remember? But it's all good now, you're all good, and your leg's been fixed up fine and you're doing well. She seemed ok with that. 

I'm having dinner with BIKSS at a nice quiet place we've been to a few times. It's almost strange, making actual dinner plans at *actual* dinner time instead of working around MUM'S dinner time. 

My mood pic today ~

My zz cuttings are rooting. If a plant can learn to live again, then so can we!

Dinner and When You Can't Have Sex 'Cos #Period

Now that I'm done with my A-Z challenge, it's back to regular posts from me. 

A week ago we went for dinner at a neighbourhood coffee shop. BIKSS was craving some Zhi Char (literally means 'cook fry') veggies, and we decided to head back to the cheap dim sum place we discovered a couple of months ago. 

We had stir fried sweet potato leaves (with a chilli + dried shrimp paste aka 'sambal') 

and some cream corn prawns - this one was new to me, according to the lady it's their special. 

I won't lie, it wasn't spectacular, but I love prawns *shrug* so as far as I was concerned, it was fantastic. 

Since we were there, we had dim sum too.

And then we went to buy some stuff and went home. 

And obviously *I* didn't get any sexy playtime... well, puss didn't. 

But I managed some bonding time with Roger. It went splendidly as usual... and then we cuddled. 

The fun part tho, is after. 

I believe it was getting close to the time that BIKSS should get going and as we cuddled his hands roamed over me. He got hold of a boob and stroked my nipple. I nuzzled into his neck. Encouraged, he found the other boob. 

"Mean Daddy" I said, because usually he'll leave me alone after a quick fondle when I'm on my period and unable to fuck, 'cos getting me hot and bothered would be mean. And he's not usually mean. 

"Mm hmmm. I am," he replied. 

Eh? That's NOT the right answer, I thought to myself as he went back to twiddling the first nipple. I inadvertently let out a moan and that was the end of that. 

According to him (he told me later on), Roger got all excited when I made those groany moany sounds, and he decided that if he couldn't play in my pussy, well then, he could just play in my mouth.

"Cos why not? I own it after all; it's mine, you're mine."

Ugh. Great. 

So he did - knelt over me and fucked my mouth till the tears dropped from the sides of my eyes just as his cum slid down my throat. 

And for some reason the submission quotient was really high and suddenly I just knew I needed some serious aftercare. Even saying it now sounds weird to me, given there was no pinching, no choking, no spanking, no pain - NO PAIN AT ALL! ... all the things that normally send me into subby subby land. 

BIKSS held me tight and I clung to him in a way I think neither of us was expecting me to. He's good at sensing these things, thank goodness, and kissed my head and stroked my hair and whispered all the good girls I needed to hear. 

It's strange that something so seemingly 'mild' could trigger such strong feelings of submission. It was surprising and unexpected, but it did leave a smile on my face as I drifted off to sleep that night. 

My mood pic today ~ 

Submission Friday - Pussy Spanking / Slapping

After the week of stress with the mother and other stupid people in general, I was happy to hear that BIKSS had gotten the car back from the workshop. This meant we'd have a little more freedom in planning our date. He was also going to be off from work a little earlier than usual, so we could meet ahead of the usual time. 

We decided to take advantage of the extra time we had to catch dinner (quick simple meal at Long John Silver's) AND a movie. I wanted to watch the latest WW84 movie so we ended up getting tickets for a couple seat (which is usually situated at the very back of the theatre) at a cinema that's pretty out of the way and not very popular. There was a total of 8 people in the cinema! 

I enjoyed the film more than BIKSS did I think, but then that's because I think it gives women a sense of what would happen if we could be strong like her and didn't have to put up with the cat-calls and harassment we get from guys from the time we're old enough to be a blip on their radar. It gets tiring having to ignore and walk past idiots who think telling a female stranger 

you're pretty, 

what's the hurry, slow down babe, 

you should let your hair down, 

hey give us a smile,  

is perfectly ok and that we should be thankful that they bother to even notice us. Argh. Can we teach boys to stop this please?

After the movie we came back to my place, and as I'm on my period (yay finally a 28 day regular cycle!) we thought (ok, I thought) it would just be a night of warm comfy cuddling. 

BOY was I wrong. BIKSS was trying to hug me without touching all the "sexy" bits, and I teased him about it, saying that I appreciated how he was very careful to place his arm across me without going too low and hitting my butt / groin, but not too high that he ends up resting on my boobs. He tends to stay away from danger zones that might get me turned on during my bleed so as not to get me horny because we can't have sex. And, again, I do appreciate it heaps.

But somehow while talking about it he ended up on my nipple and immediately my brain switched gears and I thought, as a sub I really ought to let him do whatever he wishes regardless of whether I could have sex or not. And it felt really good so I let out a moan. He was encouraged by that. "You're being a mean daddy..." And I think he switched gears too, cos the next thing he said was "Uh-huh. I am. You can't have sex right now, but you can give Daddy a blowjob."

That made me groan more and my tummy started to flip. He carried on stroking thru my pjs and after some time snuck his hand under my shirt to fiddle with me skin on skin. Of course part of the turn on was that it felt good being stroked and twiddled, tweaked and pinched, but a larger part I think was knowing that I was submitting. And if you know me at all you'll know that submission is a huge turn on for me. (Isn't that the case for many of us?)

So then I told him what I was thinking. And he understood completely. And suddenly knowing that he knew, as he proceeded to turn on his Dom even more (you know, more pain, more grabbing, more holding me in place), it made me turn into complete mush and jello inside. That was an extra layer of turn-on for me, submitting is one thing, but knowing that he knew I was doing so for him, for his pleasure, as a form of obedience was mega huge to my submissive brain. And knowing that he was 'taking' whatever he wanted, I mean, talk about making sure I was horny. 

He held my head close to him, he kissed and fondled, he grabbed my hair to hold my head in place so he could kiss me hard. At one point he held my mouth open by placing a thumb to the side of my mouth - I could have closed it, but I recognise the signal, that's what he wanted. Control. And I gave it. 

His hand moved downwards towards my pussy (I'm wearing a pad FYI) and even when we HAVE played during my period in the past he'd stay clear of my girly bits. Not this time. He stroked me through my underwear and then started spanking between my legs. Oh man. I know I had extra protection, but it's not like my clit couldn't feel anything. And he did this for an extended period of time. I was going crazy with want. And a little frustrated at not being able to fuck. 

By this time I was holding Roger in my hand and working my fingers all over and up and down his cock, he responded with his own moans of pleasure. Every time he slapped my pussy and I twitched, he seemed to get harder. It went on longer than I thought it would, usually by this time I'd have suggested putting Roger in my mouth. But I let him lead. I let him decide the pace. I let him. 

He stopped spanking my cunt and went back to kissing me and pinching my tits. And then he took his pants off so I had full access to his cock and balls. But still no blowjob. He started spanking me again, with two hands this time. It was insane. Pain, pleasure, submission, all the feels. 

Eventually he thought it was about time I gave Roger a proper seeing to with my mouth. I rushed down towards his crotch and he chuckled. "She can't wait to escape and save her nipples" he commented. 

"No, that's not it, I know you can still reach my tits when I'm giving you a blowjob, but at least my pussy will be safe from the spankings... And Daddy has been waiting a long time for my mouth to be on Roger, so that's why I was quick about it."

The usual hot towel clean up followed his cum, along with fetching him some drinking water.

And the rest of the cuddley evening was spent in a wonderful submissive glow. 

"Good girl," he said, for the umpteenth time that evening, kissing me as he held me close to him. 

My mood pic today ~

 

Dinner and Fun Romping - Don't Hold Your Breath

We went out last night to a busier part of town where one of the restaurants we like (the social enterprise one) teamed up with a cafe / bar! So while bar grub and finger foods (and alcohol) were NOT part of the discount from the dining app we use, the food from their section of the menu was! 

It offered a slightly different fare but we both agree that the food here was probably slightly more yummy than their main store. Which is a pity cos the crowd, lack of service and awful reservation system were just too many strikes for good food to make up for. 

In the past whenever we've booked our table with the app there was never a problem when we got to the restaurant. This time, the lady said we should have called the restaurant directly AFTER making the reservation to confirm it. What? No. That's not how it's supposed to work. She asked if we wanted to sit outside cos they were full. At the standing bar type area. What? No. I'm not eating dinner standing by the side of the street in the drink / smoke zone. 

Eventually we got a table but it was just too much for my aspie brain to handle. 

Like I said tho, it's a pity cos the food was really good. 

Garden salad. Fresh veggies. Good tangy vinaigrette.

Crackling pork belly. Good sized portion, very crispy crackling, and not too fatty. 

The fish-and-chips was awesome. Only these weren't the chips I was expecting. Still, the batter was crumbly and crunchy, the fish was flaky and moist, & the portion was generous for the price. And the 'tube' of fish in batter held up really well to cutting-using-just-a-fork. Which is what I did. 

They do takeaways too... so I suppose if we ever have a craving for any of their dishes we could always call ahead and order takeout.

After dinner we ran out of there - no, actually, we were asked if we had finished with our meal cos there were more people waiting for tables - and after paying the bill - which, thankfully, I checked, cos there was a billing error - we hurried out of there and went looking for a late night dessert place. I'm glad we didn't pay full price for THAT experience.

We found a waffle and ice cream hole-in-the-wall where the ice cream was TOO ambitious. Too much stuff in it, not enough actual ice cream. The rum n raisin was ALL rum and raisin, and the chocolate oreo was just chunks of oreo! The ice cream wasn't rich / milky / oomph-y (BIKSS' word, not mine) enough. The waffle had a homemade flavour to it, but also didn't have enough bite / volume / substance. Still, for a quick $10 waffle fix, it wasn't too bad. 

Doesn't that look like a snowman?

After dinner we came home and hung around in bed. We cuddled and kissed... and touched and hugged and did all the things we haven't had a lot of time to do recently. Covid has seriously curtailed the sneak-kisses and face-in-sleeve nuzzling when we go out, cos #masks right? 

And having weird work hours now (for BIKSS) in addition to the mother being here has also made it more difficult for us to have long, languid lie-ins. 

So since we got the chance, we did all the touching and kissing and nuzzling we could. At one point he sneakily pulled off my undies from between my legs and I found myself on my back with my legs in the air, feet touching, and having to hold them up with my hands. It's the classic baby-grabbing-toes pose. 

Only I'm no baby. And BIKSS was having an extra serving of dessert with his face in my girly bits while my legs were up there. He wasn't the only one who got extra dessert tho. I got my share of his popsicle stick later on during round two.. on my side, with his crotch in my face and my hands running all over the back of his thighs... and butt, and balls... yumm! 

Even with our limitation on noise he managed to infuse last night's session with the essentials:- Nipple-pinching, check! Hair-grabbing, check! Choking and slapping, check! The thing that struck (pun not intended) me most was how all that "roughness" was perfectly balanced by all the kissing and stroking and rubbing and touching... much more so than we usually engage in. Perhaps we've been starved of a good and proper lovemaking session for far too long.

(And as for not holding your breath - BIKSS said he would be happy to write a post about last night's encounter... but just so you know... it might take a while.)

Practise Makes Perfect and a Quickie

OK, so I know I said I wouldn't be writing as much but then since I had time I figured I would write up a bunch of posts and schedule them. No time like the present to practise right? 

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BIKSS came by on Monday night. I didn't want to walk cos I had hurt my foot (scraped the top of it on the bottom of a plastic chair and lost some skin in the process). 

We cuddled and talked about our day... then as it was getting late he said "Ok, I'm gonna have to go soon... " 

And I said "No, cannot!" cos we had just been talking about something else and the person in our story kept on saying "no, cannot, no, cannot" and so I was teasing him in the same fashion. 

BIKSS : "But I have to go"

Me : "But we haven't had sex!"

B : "We can have sex?" (I was on my period before...)

Me : "We can have sex!" (I grinned)

B : "And you tell me NOW?"

Me : *sheepish grin*

B : "Well then..."

Me : "Quick, take off your pants!"

And Roger was already prepped and waiting to go! 

I laughed and was slightly amazed - "What? What happened? Why are you already hard?"

B: "Cos you said 'We can have sex'."

Me : "I say 4 words and THAT happens?" 

B : *Shrugs* "Hey, what can I say, it's you!"

What followed was the quickest romp ever~ I put him in my mouth to get him nice and wet and then he popped Roger in me and after some serious pumping we were done! 

Sometimes, the [ Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma'am Lidl girl ] type of sex is JUST what I need! 

After cleaning up I mentioned the instant hard-on again, more out of wonder than anything else. 

B : "Hey I'm 50, be thankful!"

Ok, he has a point. :)

It Has Begun - The State of My State

I live in a small country in Asia. We had some good controls and fabulous contact tracing and things were very calm. Restaurants were still open and people still went to work. 

There were distancing measures, and restaurants had clearly demarcated not-to-be-occupied seats and tables. 

Groups of more than 10 were not allowed, and only family members or people who lived in the same household were allowed to sit side by side. 

We went out to celebrate the boss's birthday yesterday and encountered this new seating rule first hand for the first time. (Over the last couple of months the only "going out" I've had is with BIKSS for quick  dinners once a week maybe.)

The waiter asked if we were family and we said no. Then he proceeded to put some tables together so that they could accomodate all 4 of us in a space that would ordinarily seat 10. 

It was interesting, to say the least. And tiring cos we had to speak to each other at higher than usual volumes. 

But all that changed after I got home. The Prime Minister addressed the nation at 4pm and new measures were announced. 

We had 5 deaths (6, as of this morning) over the week, and with the increasing number of imported cases, community spread was also rising because PEOPLE WERE JUST BEING IRRESPONSIBLE! 

New clusters including 2 nightclubs were identified, and a nursing home was also hit yesterday.

I am now in a pseudo lockdown, without the government actually saying so.

These are some of the measures that have been put in place - I love that people take the time to put it in pictures. 

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As to which sectors are business as usual - 

For a while I wasn't sure if I still had a job cos even tho I'm in healthcare (and that's part of 'essential services'), we're situated in a factory setting and our only patients are the employees in that factory. So if they stop work then we would be made redundant too. 

Thankfully we got news after a couple hours that they have been given the go-ahead to continue operating so it's work as usual for me this Monday onwards. 

However, the downside is that since schools are now shut, some of my kids' parents have decided to take a break from piano lessons - this means I'm down a third of my salary. I understand why, I'm just not happy about it. 

I'm even MORE unhappy at how they phrased their reasons to me - I wish they would just say "We're going to apply the no-school rule to all areas of learning" instead of "Oh, your mum lives with you so it might be risky for her if we come to class, so it's better we stop for now." 

Dudes, now that the new rules are in place, it's even safer for mum. Cos you people won't be travelling to and from work, or hanging out at restaurants with friends, or whatever nonsense thing you were doing right up till yesterday while your kids were coming for lessons. 

So don't say now that new rules are in place it's more risky for mum. If you thought it was risky you would have stopped coming to class 2 months ago given you were still happily gallivanting all about town. 

But anyway. Whatever. 

The shops were crazy packed yesterday and not just after the speech. Pictures of empty shelves had been  making the rounds since morning, even before the PM went live on TV. I guess some people got the news early and started panic buying.

The grocery chains around me are bare. Which sucks cos Friday tends to be my grocery day. AND I'm just about running out of TP and need to get some.

BIKSS came round to help me patch up a section of my ceiling last night and offered to take me grocery shopping after - like close to midnight kind of after - cos he needed to pick up stuff too and hopefully it wouldn't be so crowded late late at night. And also he planned to go to an out-of-the-way 24 hour grocery store that was NOT near any residential estates so that the likelihood of being able to find stuff was higher. 

We managed to find some items, altho there wasn't a lot of choice - definitely wasn't the same as grocery shopping on a regular day. But at least it wasn't ALL bare. 

There was no TP, as expected, and pasta, pasta sauce, chilled meats (beef / pork / chicken) were all out. We managed to get some frozen chicken cuts. (Later on we drove to a gas station mini mart to look for breakfast ham.) 

I found some not-my-favourite-brand canned tuna and picked up the last two tins of stewed pork that I wanted. Managed a tin of pate for mum, but no crusty bread in sight. 

And there is now a nationwide shortage of baked beans. I'm not kidding. NO BAKED BEANS in any store. It's like they got a fright and went into hiding.

I did find some salted macadamias which at least made me feel better. With everyone on a healthy-eating kick over the last few years it has been almost impossible to find salted nuts (except for peanuts which I don't like).  And yes, it IS ok for me to have salt in my nuts because #LowBP.

We made do with whatever brand of yoghurt we could find, cos our usual was out of stock. I also picked up some fishballs, fishcakes and similar things (I don't know if you are familiar with that so I included a link, but it's pretty common in Asia - see pic) and a big ol' bottle of Ribena cordial for myself. Because that makes me happy, and I could do with happy right now. 

BIKSS was really sweet. As soon as he heard about my income loss he offered help. And I said ok. Well, I went around the bush first, *then* said ok.

He offered to help with buying groceries, and then said if I needed cash just ask. 

To be fair, he has always been quite happy to pick up the tab for my groceries, but I'm a proud woman and I've always just said I would pay my own way - and he can just buy us dinners on dates instead.

I also worry that I'll be putting a strain on his own finances, I mean he's not exactly rolling in dough yanno? But he reassured me saying that since we don't eat out as much these days with the virus on the loose, he's doing ok cash-wise so I should ask him for help if I need it. I guess if there ever was a time that I needed to trust him, this is it. In fact, if there ever was a time that we ALL needed to hold on to trust (and faith) in ANYTHING, this is it. 

So that was my rather emotionally exhausting day... I'm glad BIKSS managed to come by for cuddles and back scratchies. The physical intimacy (along with some twiddling and sex) did relax me heaps, even tho I'm convinced my lady-plumbing is getting more and more broken, thank you perimenopause... but that's a story for another day. 

FFF #34 Update

Welcome to a very late recap this week!

First, Roz's update ~

I managed to do my exercises 5 days last week. I have also slowly just started doing the stairs at work again.

And here's Olivia with a new number! 

I have nothing else this week, except BIKSS stayed over on Friday night and I elbowed him in the head in the middle of the night. Which he didn't remember at all the next morning. :)

He also snored me awake a couple of times, which I don't really mind. It's not like I can't get back to sleep in 3 seconds flat. 

Since losing weight he's also less warm these days, so we didn't have to fight over whether it was too hot or too cold - he was quite happy to have just the fan on (at low speed too) - he used to be an A/C only kinda guy.  In fact, it was a little annoying not having a nice warm body to snuggle into. There were moments when I was warmer than he was. Pfft. 

Saturday morning we woke up and headed down to the shops for breakfast. It was a treat for me cos when I'm alone I don't bother. Heck, I don't even *have* breakfast on weekends. 

All in all it was a lovely sleepover but he'll be away this Monday and Tuesday so I'm glad we had the opportunity to spend so much time together Friday night :)

FFF #27 Recap and Friday Night Date

[I'm so sorry I totally didn't realise this didn't get published on Sunday! Argh! Better late than never I suppose!]

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I had a fabulous dinner last night. And am probably a whole kg heavier today. Ugh.

And I now have peanut butter bars chilling in the fridge. Yum. Oops.

Here are this week's updates :

Olivia's higher step count and stable, productive update

Michael's gym perks

Downunder Don writes : 

Shock, horror, dismay...I have been pigging out over the past week and have gained 2kg. So its back to a strict diet and exercise. Looks like there will be a lot of walking over the next few weeks.

And Roz is back from tech-death with :

My update: Exercised 7 days but not quite the full number a couple of days. Eating is a different story. I need to reduce the sweet stuff. Also need to work on sleeping habits. Definitely not getting nearly enough sleep, especially with working again.

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In other news - last Friday we had tickets to the symphony. BIKSS dropped by early cos he was done for the day way earlier than expected. We were hanging out in the living room cos I was getting some stuff ready and packed up - my uncle was going to come by over the weekend to collect some items. 

I can't remember what we were talking about but apparently I said the word 'blowjob' a number of times and BIKSS said "You really should stop saying that word... Roger's getting curious."

"Oh," I say, looking at the clock, " let's go then. We have time!"

So off we went. I got him to take his pants off and lie in bed while I got a warm towel. After squirting a mist of lavender into the air, I then proceeded to "freshen" him up!

"Welcome to the start of your weekend," I proclaimed with a grin. 

Then my face went straight for his balls and he agreed that it WAS indeed a good start to the weekend! 

After he was done I popped a chocolate peanut butter square into his mouth while I cleaned him up with another warm towel. 

He definitely enjoyed his end-of-week session. I should charge! 

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Kinda like this one

I wore a red swing dress and black tights to our symphony night, and along the way we drove-thru a Macs for more waffle fries (that's the third time this week - it's no wonder I've put on weight!) and chicken wings.

That's kinda our thing - the Macs drive-thru - whenever we have a theatre / concert thing to attend.

I must say, I love that BIKSS is open to coming to these events with me. I'm the one who likes these artsy things, altho he does enjoy them too, now that he's been dragged to quite a number of them. We even discuss it after, and he'll tell me what he liked or didn't like about the performance. I always worry he'll get bored, but I guess by now I should just trust that if he says he's happy to go with me, then he is. 

And I don't remember when I started liking the dress + tights combination. A long time ago I began wearing leggings instead of jeans cos they were more stretchy and comfortable. And I'd pair them with tunic tops for modesty. But along the way I began wearing tights with my shorter dresses too. And this combination ALWAYS makes me feel 'little'. (I suppose in the way that some of you may have specific get-ups that make you feel just that little bit more sub/girly too!)

After the performance we came up for a nice long cuddle! All in all, a pretty great Friday night!

And yes, Schubert was on our programme that evening :)

Sex On A Schedule

645 - Go out to dinner.

745 - Pick up groceries.

800 - Contemplate coming up for a quickie.

805 - We're in the house. I put away the vegetables. He goes into the room and starts stripping.

810 - The aircon's on and we're in bed - I'm getting undressed.

"OK, 820. That's what time you have to be done by, so that we can get you out of here by half 8!"

I say this as I'm getting ready to suck on Roger and BIKSS is taking his boxers off.

815 - We start getting horizontal

820 - We're doing the clean-up

821 - Let the cuddling begin

I do a funny thing where I fidget and move while I'm in "cuddle" position. He asked me what that was about - I said well, we have to speed things up, so I'm moving through all the positions I normally would in 2 hours, only everything is sped up now that we only have 10 minutes!

He got into the swing of things too and started moving this way and that, shifting his arm into different positions. It was hilarious!

828 - He says he needs to get dressed. I accuse him of stealing one minute of my cuddle time.

829 - I kick him out of bed and tell him to get dressed.

830 - He's out the door.

AND THAT'S how you get jiggy with it when you're pressed for time!

Friday Night Drama

Let's do a picture composition. We used to have these in primary school - we'd be given a number of pictures in a sequence and have to make up a story. So here's our picture sequence for what happened on Friday night.

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THE END :)