Teacher's Day Dinner

Not really, more like our usual Friday night dinner, it just happened to be the day that our schools celebrate Teacher's Day here. 

I had a lousy week so BIKSS gave me the option of selecting our dinner venue, or we could drive around and / or try a new restaurant if I wanted to, he said. But what I really wanted was some place nice, not noisy, and reliable, so that's how we ended up at the same place we had our Christmas dinner last year. We haven't been back there since. So I thought it would be a nice treat, even though it's a little bit pricier than the places we usually go and I don't particularly like spending too much money on dinners for no reason. 

I'm glad it didn't disappoint. 

It was a very cauliflowery affair - 

Butter-Roasted Cauliflower with Parmesan and Hazelnut Pesto

So good. SO SO Good. 

Cauliflower ‘Wings’ with BBQ Sriracha Dip

(I had him ask for ketchup cos I'm not a BBQ sauce fan)

Even gooder than the first cauliflower dish. They really know their cauliflower, is all I can say.

I also wanted a Sautéed Tuscan Kale with Baby Spinach & Garlic cos I thought it sounded yummy...

I took a mouthful and proclaimed it "not nice". He laughed and replied "Guess I'll be having lots of kale tonight!"

It needed some flavour. I dumped some ketchup over a portion that I dragged to my plate and it was kinda edible after that. 

 Our main was Roasted Barramundi with Potato Galette & Seaweed Butter

Which is the same thing we had the last time we were here! They do good barramundi :) 

The best part of dinner? I could be little. Adulting has been hard this week, and there was SO MUCH adulting to do. 

At one point he said don't play with your cutlery and I whined Oh leave me be, I've been adulting all week! I did change back to using my knife and fork the proper way tho. 

I also attempted to pour more water into my glass and he reached over and took over the bottle, doing it for me instead. "Why? I can pour!" His reply - Enough adulting for one week. 

Hokay, if you insist! I'm not going to argue with that! 

I realise our dynamic is always still there, in varying amounts depending on the situation, but it's always there. And I like that it's become part of us, all the time, instead of something that we have to think about or call attention to, or make special effort to employ. 

After that we did some deliveries (I passed some spare boxes of disposable masks to a friend who is part of an outreach group helping migrant worker communities, then dropped off a vase at a friend's place) and then BIKSS bought me some yummy donuts and we headed home. 

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While we were kissing I stopped and asked him what was in his brain at that very moment. And he replied, "Nothing, just kiss her, and well, TONGUE!!!" 

I laughed. Cos what was in my brain was I wonder what's in his brain, or in a guy's brain, when they're kissing and stuff, cos Roger's hard and he's clearly turned on, and I'm taking a while to get there, but then, if I'm thinking all sorts of nonsense like I am now then of COURSE I'm not gonna be able to get where I wanna get.

He got down to serious turning-on business after that and my brain wasn't thinking about nonsense no more. There was definitely something going on between my legs... and his fingers didn't take long to figure that out. 

I would even say he proceeded to show me he meant business when he slipped his finger(s) in and manipulated my pussy with a vengeance!

That'll teach me to go off and think when I'm supposed to be engaging in foreplay LOL. 

My mood pic today ~ 

(Yep, this is how I was wielding my cutlery! LOL)

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.)

That's Why Necking is for Teenagers

Last night we went for our exercise / walk along the beach as usual... and I was feeling cheeky.. (or naughty or feisty whatever you wanna call it) so after some disagreeing with BIKSS about what the definition of "instant coffee" is we just called it a difference in personal understanding of the term and that was that. 

Also, he was happily smacking my bum as we were walking along so that was fun *grins*.

Upon sending me home, at the foot of my building, we kissed in the car, and as I was being in a mood I refused to let up. So the kissing went on for a bit, just fun, playful, teasing each other kind of kissing. 

When I decided I was adequately satisfied we pulled away - and my neck was aching. I mentioned it to BIKSS. He leaned over in the opposite direction from me, and said so was his! LOL

I suppose that's why necking in cars is best left to the youngsters!

Have a good week everyone!

The Night of a Thousand Kisses

... I got up to 330 on Tuesday night. 670 more to go... I'll continue tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I worked this Labour Day. But when I got done at 3 I celebrated with a Shandy. That counts for something right?

It's a Date!

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A Quick Note about Kissing and Appropriateness

BTW, that's a real word. I looked it up. Altho it does look cumbersome doesn't it? 

So a while ago I commented on Conina's post about why she doesn't like kissing. I was elaborating on the point in explaining to BIKSS that for me if felt like the first 60% of the kissing (yes, even french kissing) was just waiting it out to get to the later 40% of the kissing where the turn-on happens.  But BIKSS is a big kisser. Just the promise of a kiss will get Roger interested. 

A kiss (by itself) to me is more tender, playful, affectionate, than a lusty & hot blood-pumping promise of sex. However, put the kissing together with grabbing, holding, whispering (between kisses) into my ear all the dirty things you will do to me, and you've got something else altogether.  

Now that you are all experts on the different ways we view this activity, here's today's story:

We're in the bedroom and in the midst of getting undressed to take a shower and I'm rambling on about the new price plan (for my mother) from my mobile phone service provider. Imagine how disconcerting it is when I find my nipple getting tweaked and my mouth getting accosted for some kissing action! 

I mean, seriously? I'm telling you how much 2GB of "free" data costs and you're twiddling my nipples through my top? 

I giggle and point this out to him: this - THIS - is why we so often hear men say "My woman / girlfriend / wife isn't interested in sex." Hellooooo, inappropriate timing much?

It went like this:

"So after I checked out the (kiss) fone that they (kiss) were giving away for free (finger on nipple, I look down) the lady said if she is above (shudder from ticklish ear kissing) 55 there's a (ouch, pinching nipple) discounted rate and (kiss kiss kiss) it will only cost like (other hand on other nipple now) 32 bucks or (attempt at kiss while I move my head backwards) something."

See? I really don't think it's our fault if we're not immediately turned on while we're sharing our day of mundane stuff with you and you're trying to punctuate our story with kisses and fondles. 

BIKSS laughed and said this was what it felt like to him:

Talk talk talk - oh, I wanna kiss her - talk free fone talk - hm, I see nipple - MINE - and exposed neck - talk talk 55 years - wonder if she'll notice me pinching her tit -  heh, she did, and still talking - maybe rapid fire kissing - oh yeah baby where's that other tit - talk talk 32 bucks - ok stop talking and let's do this!

SO the summary is that while I was telling him about a new mobile price plan, he was getting a hard-on. 

And THAT is the difference between boys and girls. :)

Friday Night Kissing

Because it's been a while since I had the night off on a Friday, BIKSS suggested we go out for dinner. Which we did. 

But before that he popped in to use the bathroom. When he came out he gave me an amused (?) look while he asked "How was the cigarette?"

EEEEK! Caught! SHIT! 

*guilty*

See, when we talked about this before it was settled that when I went out with certain persons it would be ok for me to sneak a few sticks. He just doesn't want me to be a card-carrying, or should I say, pack-carrying, smoker. Well, on Thursday night I had a drink session with some friends from work, and my best friend came to join us, and she's one of the certain persons I'm allowed to smoke with. Thing is, by the end of the night there were 2 sticks left in her pack, and she had already bought a spare, so she chucked the almost-empty one to me. Which meant that I had the luxury of having a ciggy the next morning with my coffee (and while I pooped...) and of course I didn't see the need to tell BIKSS. Ahem. I admit there was some planned deception on my part, which probably explains why I felt SO guilty later on. 

But anyway, I didn't go around checking that I didn't leave evidence or anything. It was a case of having just chucked the butt in the loo after I was done - apparently it didn't get flushed.

Enter the boyfriend. Who needed to pee. And they pee standing up and LOOKING INTO the bowl right? 

*Groan*

And then the question, and so I told him. But I felt so, so, so bad about it, that I kept apologising and wanting him to know how I came to have cigarettes with me at home... and he wasn't angry or disappointed or anything, he was just "amused" - his word. He says I have permission to smoke and he didn't say I wasn't to smoke at home or anything... if you ask me, he was just making excuses for me so I wouldn't feel lousy. 

*Thank you Daddy BIKSS* 

I'm just glad it didn't hurt our evening. We headed out to eat, his treat, and then we got some groceries. But this time he didn't get in the queue before I was ready to checkout! LOL

The rest of the night was magical! 

While I was waiting for him to get out of the shower he said I should go get naked and on the bed. He didn't say specifically to do so, but I got into presentation position for him. I figured I should try and be as pleasing as possible! He approved by giving me some swats from my belt. And then some hand spanks. OUCH! I think that hurt MORE than the belt!

Of course that got us all worked up and he entered me from behind, his thrusts punctuated by my grunts and moans, and his asking if I missed him pumping my pussy and other such lust-inducing, heat-generating questions!

We lay about after, and in round 2 I found the remote control for Roger! - It's his left nipple. I flicked over it with my tongue, and sucked on it... which made him want some attention from my mouth. Which made BIKSS kneel over my face. Which left his hands free to attack my clit. Which made me instinctively pull my legs together when it got too much. Which made BIKSS unhappy so he forced them open and smacked my inner thighs. Which got me totally horny. Which then led to more hot sex!

... And by the time we got to round 3 we were ready to slow things down enough to spend LOTS of time kissing and stroking and fondling each other! It went on for a good long time too, and I climbed on top of him to attack his earlobes. Which meant I was straddling his hips and in perfect position for him to enter me - which he did. He pumped into me this way a little while but it's not a very good position for us cos I don't have leverage to move much anywhere since he's a little wider and thicker than my not-so-lengthy legs can accommodate. So he flopped me onto my back and we kissed and groped some more while Roger found his way back into my pussy! And we continued with lips locked until he came. And I DO mean lips locked. Towards the end there I don't think what we did constitutes kissing per se. Our lips were just kinda holding on to each other! It was HOT!

He mentioned that earlier in the evening he was just thinking about how it's been a while since we kissed like that... and I had the same thought after round 1, so I suppose we have the same threshold for how long we can go without a serious snogfest - that's a comforting thought! Perhaps now it's time to work on aligning our threshold for how long with can go without a spanking!

and a shout-out to my FB addiction!