Dear Anonymous with the initial M

I'm writing this as a post because you have chosen to ask me a question via a comment instead of writing me an email which I can reply to. And so, this is the only way I can give you a response.

The reason I have chosen not to publish your recent comments (including the one with the hyperlink to an article about food in my country - which names the country in the article!?) is because you keep referencing where-I-live with a capital letter initial. 

Like you, I prefer to remain somewhat anonymous. This is why I have never mentioned where-I-live except as "where-I-live"

I realise that I *have* published a comment where you mentioned hoping to visit where-I-live by using its initial, but I figured that would be a one off and didn't think too much about it then, especially since it was your first comment to my blog. 

And I'm happy that you've figured it out.  But if you would like your future comments to get published, please refrain from mentioning the place I live by its initial letter.  There aren't that many places in Asia that begin with it. And you mention it in every comment. Don't.

I'd rather not have it advertised repeatedly. 

Thank you. 

More Dinner Adventures and Sneaking Into My House

First of all, I apologise for the typos in the last post. Clearly I cannot spell RECLAMATION cos twice there were spelling errors. This has now been corrected. Geez.

Also, I got hold of a pic of BIKSS wearing his new shoes - 

They actually look a little darker IRL which works out great. It suits him.

And now, on to Friday night adventures!

It was date night. 

We didn't make a plan. So BIKSS came to get me and we were meant to have Italian at a new place thanks to the discount app we love. But traffic was mad and there was no way we were going to get there in time. And then while looking for a place in the car as he was driving around I got a bit whiny cos "this is what happens when we don't plan ahead" and he kept a little quiet - I know he was trying to hold it in and not holler at me... and so eventually we found a place not too far away... and as we were driving there I said Sorry Daddy and he said for what? And I said for getting pissy. And he chuckled and kissed my hand. 

"That's the trick, you know... "

"What is?"

"Saying sorry and being cute... "

"It is, is it?"

"Yup. If the mood gets bad and I just say Sorry Daddy and be all cute-like, you get soft and mushy and not be mad at me anymore." 

"Hm." 

But it really is. And it's not all bad and manipulative. I mean, if the point is to just sort out the emotions and not hold grudges and move on with the evening, then it works right? And whatever works, works. It's all good. 

We went to a social enterprise type cafe/restaurant that was in a residential part of somewhere-we-never-go-to which helps up-and-coming chefs by giving them a place to showcase their menu / cooking style, and from what I saw, they also hire wait staff who are slightly developmentally challenged. (Is that politically correct? I hope I don't offend anyone...)

This, in fact, makes me want to support the establishment, as I do believe that everyone deserves a chance to live normal, productive lives and be functional, contributing members of society. Many are able to do so, but the stigma remains and a lot of companies tend not to hire persons who are not "typically normal". Which is a real shame. 

Anyway. We tried some of their house specials - and as usual, couldn't finish our food... but here's dinner! We had a salad with sous vide egg, fried battered egg plant (aubergine) with chicken floss, and the best mash potato I've ever tasted. I typically stay away from potatoes but decided to try theirs cos it got super rave reviews. We weren't disappointed!

  

As we were ploughing through our salad and starters we both realised that we wouldn't be able to finish our pork knuckle. True enough it was a monster chunk of meat with a substantial amount of delicious crackling!

The potato wedges were well seasoned, and the dish came with two sauces - a western style brown sauce and an asian garlic-chilli-lime dip. Both were good, and BIKSS ended up dipping everything in BOTH sauces. By the end of dinner we had mixed them both up into a combination sauce!

I wore my camo tee to dinner, and happened to be sitting under a huge ass money plant.. so we ended up playing with the whole camo idea. I totally needed to show you this mega leaf that had been bopping into my head all thru dinner. It was larger than my face. 

And then he suggested I hide behind the plant. LOL. 

It's one of the things I like about BIKSS... he'll totally play with me! 

And that was my camo tee in action!

After dinner we decided to walk off the calories so BIKSS drove to a reservoir park. There was a cool breeze, it was quiet and romantic, and it would have been a perfect evening for a walk if my stomach hadn't decided to do a number on me. We sat down for a bit while I waited for the discomfort to pass. It did, then it didn't. It was insistent and I started getting spasms in my gut so we abandoned our walk and drove home. 

When we got to my estate he said "Gimme a kiss, quick, then you can run off home and go to the loo." That's when I said, "You know, if you don't mind that I will probably be spending some time in the toilet so you'll have to entertain yourself in the meantime, you *could* sneak into my room cos mum will be asleep by now and she typically doesn't wake up in the middle of the night." 

So sneak in he did. LOL. After I was done with the bathroom we cuddled and chatted and I watched him play a game on his fone which fascinates me cos my brain just can't do what it takes to solve the puzzles.

"Do you feel like a 15 year old sneaking into his girlfriend's bedroom?"

"No, I feel like a 50 year old sneaking into his girlfriend's bedroom... Wait. I *AM* a 50 year old sneaking into his girlfriend's bedroom!" 

And yes. He's almost 50. BIKSS will be turning the big 5-oh on Monday. 

And we'll be celebrating that on Tuesday I think, probably dinner, and then a play on the Friday following! 

I'll update :)

Rant - More for Me than for You

The mother thinks the live-in maid is a devious, cunning, little bitch who is just trying to make her look bad by doing everything correctly when I'm home, and shirking her duties when I'm not. So that when my mum complains about her I'll defend her and take her side against my own mother. Imagine that - trusting a stranger's words over those of the woman who gave me life. 

*Cue rolling of eyeballs.*

The thing about me is that I don't really care who caused what to happen or who said what or why whatever went wrong went wrong. All I really want to know is how it's gonna get sorted. The toilet is messed up - clean it up. 

The eggs and bread didn't get bought - someone go buy them. 

We're out of mouthwash, someone let me know so I can get some delivered (I love these new online supermarkets that'll deliver all the heavy stuff!)

My mother, on the other hand, is all about defending herself. I didn't do this... it was her. She was the one. She should have done this or that. She said she told you. OMG it's like living with a 4 year old (no offence to all the 4 year olds out there). 

The maid, because she is human and born under the zodiac sign Leo, will stand up for herself when "wrongly" accused. (No offence, Leos. I'm just generalising here...)

Now I can't say if she really *is* being wrongly accused or not. Because I'm not here to witness all the goings on. People have to work. Some of us have important things to do other than just sit around and bitch about other people all day. 

These days I ignore them and have told both of them to quit whining to me when I get home because I can't do jack about it. I wasn't here to witness any of it, so I can't say who's right and who isn't. Which is essentially what they're looking for. Not gonna do it. I can't say if I don't know. And even THAT isn't a satisfactory answer. The mother insists that if I don't say she's right it automatically means I'm on the helper's side. Good grief. 

So remember the maybe-I-don't-smoke idea? It turns out I'm now a weekend smoker cos those are the days I wake up to screaming and stress. So to keep my sanity I make my coffee and carry my mug down to the common area and sit and have a smoke while I load up on the caffeine. 

Because it is true. Waking up every Saturday and Sunday morning to a bombardment of complaints is NOT FUN! And it's all I can do to tolerate it long enough to have a quick shower, make a mug of java, and run out of the house. I want to think I'm doing the 'modern weekend woman having a chill out alone-time morning enjoying the sunlight and people-watching' thing. Like these sexy things...

But in reality it's more like this :

So today while I was puffing away and looking for a solution I sent a text off to the mother. Would you be happier moving back in with the other offspring? Her default setting is HE CAN DO NO WRONG. Whereas I AM A DISAGREEABLE BRAT.

Which means if we were BOTH to pass a remark or make a comment on something, the way she perceives it would be markedly different. I'm being difficult, while he is just trying to do the best thing for everyone. 

She excuses him no end. Which means in terms of being "happy" she'll be in a much better place over there. 

Which makes you wonder why they moved in with me in the first place right? Because she hates her daughter in law to hell and back. 

But now that the helper is a BIGGER pain in her butt, she's probably thinking the DIL isn't such a bad deal after all. So let's see. She is extremely interested in this option. Get rid of the live-in helper, go back to the son's place. And back to taking care of the father all by her lonesome. 

Her pride won't allow her to admit that she needs the helper for my father. She insists she's still taking care of him and the helper is just cleaning my floors and doing nothing else by way of caring for the father. So it's all fine by me. I won't be crying over having my space back again, that's for sure. Can someone say PRIVACY?

Over His Knee

First of all, can I just say I HATE real life. We had dinner in front of the telly, and as I headed into the shower everything happened at the same time. My partner (from work) needed me to edit something real quick right away, and the washing machine had just finished a spin meaning I had clothes that needed stuffing into the dryer. And just at that moment BIKSS decided to bust open the bathroom door with that kinky look on his face. 

I just about wailed!

"Are you going to make me do naughty things? I have clothes that need to be put into the dryer and Tom (let's just call him that) needs me to edit this stuff right now... Grrr I hate real life!"

BIKSS took one look at my forlorn face, collapsed into a grin and said I should go get real life sorted first.

"We'll make up for it... don't worry."

He did. Here's a picture composition of last night :)

After our shower and having dealt with real life, he had me present on the bed, where he took his time to look at and touch my holes.

When he was satisfied he took my hand and led me out to the couch. We had the house to ourselves so he thought it might be fun to spank me over his knee out in the living room.

Ever so often he would dip his fingers into my pussy and fiddle with my clit. I was wet and so completely horny, and dripping - according to him. His fingers were coated with pussy juice so he stuck them into my mouth for me to lick clean. I guess it was a good idea to change location after all!

After he had spanked my bottom till it was nice and warm, he said we would go into the bedroom. He reached and entered before me, and as I came thru the doorway, a single word. "Present."

I did.

He spanked me a little more with the spatula but not for very long. Daddy had other plans.

While he fucked me he gave me the vibe to hold. 

"I want you to put the vibe on your clit until you cum, understand?" 

I don't think he heard me say yes, because he repeated himself. And I made sure to speak up the second time. There's just something about being asked a second time that makes me feel all quivery and small. Desperate, even, to be pleasing.

I held it to my clit till I came, and as I panted from the exertion he continued to pump his cock into my pulsating pussy and climaxed as well.

After that we had a long session of cuddling!

But midway thru, Daddy decided he would pinch my nipples and play with my body, well HIS body. 

I was getting wet again, and Roger was eager for another round of action. 

He came on top of me and pinned me down against the bed, holding my hands with his, and using his legs to trap mine too. 

I was gasping and moaning as he teased me with his eyes, and his words - 

"There's nothing you can do about this, you can't move, can you?"

My stomach lurched and I wanted him inside me so badly.

He obliged, but I can't remember now if he held my hands down throughout the fucking, or if he let me go. Then again, it really doesn't matter, does it?

Presenting Fondles

Literally. We haven't seen any kink in these parts in a while... what with having an extra person in the house and all. 

But we had the good fortune of having the place to ourselves tonight as my tenant had to work late. Bad deal for her, awesome for us. 

I found a new massage place near where-I-live with couples rooms and en suite shower facility, which makes no pretense about being some posh spa-type establishment just so they can charge you for ambience. So you call up, book a time, tell them you want a couples room, and bingo! It's affordable and the people don't try and ram a frequent-flyer type package down your throat. You know the ones, pre-pay 10 sessions and get one free. 

like this, only on the bed

So after a quick dinner where I made a herbal chicken dish for BIKSS (his first time trying it) we hopped over to get our massage. After that we came home and as he dropped me off before parking the car he started to give me instructions. I was way ahead of him, and told him so! LOL

"I know what you're gonna say, I've got it planned!" I said. He smiled and said Good Girl. 

Presenting.... Fondles! 

It's been a while since I've had the chance to present and wait for BIKSS to come into the room. Judging from how wet I got, I've missed it tremendously! 

He spanked me (FINALLY!), we played with the canes, and I must have said "ow" a hundred times! 

"You say 'Ow' but she thinks differently..." he noted as he eyed my pussy. 

:) 'Twas a good night. 

The Wet Spot

So it's not always possible to wash the sheets after sex right? 

Besides, I'm the only one who sleeps in that bed. On said sheets. Right?

So last night after zipping into the room and having our quick spank quick sex session, we lay about and talked and giggled for a bit... and sang about elephants having wrinkles. (I blame IKEA.) 

BIKSS started tweaking my nipples. The most silent option on the pain-inflicting spectrum. I got turned on (what else right?) and we had sex again. 

The problem with having sex after already having sex, is that while he's busy pumping into me it's rather inevitable that his load from the earlier session will spill out onto the bed. 

When we were done, we wiped it up and cuddled. 

This morning the maid asked if she could go ahead and tidy up my room. I said yes while still in my pre-coffee stupor.

And then I remembered the wet spot. Or the stain that the wet spot would have left behind. I have never run so quickly in my life. I zoomed in before she could get anywhere near the bed and hurriedly tossed the bed covers over my hurriedly assembled pillows. There was a lot of hurrying about, let me tell you!

But in the end my secret was safe. She did try to stop me from having to make my own bed, "I can do that, you don't have to do it," but I shushed her by changing the subject. LOL.

Having a live-in helper is turning out to be rather tiring, I must say!

AND NOW --- the elephant-wrinkle song!!

It's Oh So Quiet

The maid was out. With the folks. 

We rushed home and showered in record time! 

Then I got my butt spanked. With his hand. Lovely loud rhythmic spanks.

And then it was oh so quiet again. Just in time for her return. 

I'm 40... and sneaking around my own home with my boyfriend having giggly sex trying not to make too much noise. 

Ah, the circle of life. NOT.

Busy Days

I've been terribly busy with all the changes going on in my little apartment. The live-in maid has arrived and I'm trying to settle her in. New furniture has been got, things have been moved all over the house, I'm trying to get her official documents sorted, the family is planning an end of year trip so arrangements now have to be made for her inclusion. It's just really noisy in my head, what with all these extra things to think about in addition to regular work and Christmas preparations.

Thankfully BIKSS has been so supportive throughout the week. I usually text quite regularly during the day but that's been missing since the maid arrived. He's left me to do my thing, while still asking regularly if I'm doing ok... 

And he's stayed up late to chat with me even tho by the time I am able to give him any IM time it is usually way past his bedtime. 

Because there'll be someone sleeping in the other room when he comes over now, he's also been thinking about minimising spanking sounds, apparently. 

Last night he announced he was researching the use of bungee cords as a spanking tool. 

I have them lying about at home. 

He knows it. 

We'll be having us some fun tonight I reckon.