Adhesive Capsulitis

aka frozen shoulder.

I went and got my H+L (steroid jab, cortisone jab) today. 

It cost me a whopping 400 bucks. But it's going to be worth it! 

And a waterproof dressing on the injection site. It's all good. Especially since I mentioned to BIKSS that I wished he could be there with me. He'd just recovered from a bout of Covid, and today was his first day back at work. He showed up for me. He really did. I'm really touched! He came to meet me for lunch and then drove me to the clinic. I went up on my own tho cos parking was a real bitch. I told him no point waiting, just head back to the office. 

Then I ran errands, and he picked me up after work and we drove home together. 

Add a quickie before he had to run off to do HIS errands and all in all it turned out to be a rather splendid day! 

It's Been A While (Take 2)

(The first publication of this post got flagged by Blogger and was "put behind a warning". What? Fine. So I enabled the warning on my landing page. And then it still wouldn't let me publish. I think it's ok now, but if it isn't, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. If you had to click through a link to get to the warning page before you arrived here, thank you for bothering. All these roadblocks are making me want to blog less and less. Oh, and I apologise for the rubbish formatting. Something's preventing me from getting the justify button to work. 😒)

The conversation (after sex last night) turned to "At what point do you think you'll get tired of a relationship?" .... alright all you over-thinkers out there... I'm sure you can identify. 

I don't think I'm particularly sexy these days. And we DID start this whole affair because of sex no? 

PLUS in the last few years I've been a bit more distant... because, well, LIFE. Circumstances haven't been conducive to playtime, in fact it hasn't been conducive to anything. My house is off limits except when mum is asleep. And even then we've to be super quiet. 

I felt as if there was no reason for BIKSS to still want to tap this ass. 

(Speaking of ass, check out this link about butt shapes and heart disease! Is this even real?)

Speaking of. We both agree that the ass has seen a reduction in volume. Part of it is weight loss, part of it is ageing. All of it is rather depressing. For BOTH of us LOL. 

So while rolling about and talking about rubbish like paying for sex by the minute vs by the hour we laughingly said it would be really affordable if it were by the minute seeing as how he's been "trained" to get in, pump and get out relatively quickly. I don't like long drawn out sex. The cuddling and fondling and blowjob and spanking - yes. The actual penetrative sex, no. 

Part of it is lack of muscle conditioning (things start to ache, no?) and part of it is ageing... that word seems to be coming up quite a bit - these days it's VERY easy to get dry. And even when things START out nice and lubricated it's a very small window before we're back at square one. Enter - lube. 

So anyway, he says it could be really cheap for Roger if it were a by-the-minute-charge sex-worker. 7 minutes and he's done. If it were to be by the hour, well, he'll get one round done really quick, and then if he's lucky Roger will be up and ready to go again in 30 mins. 

"But that's if it's you, I'm thinking. I don't think he'll be quite so ready for round two if it's another girl."

"I think you're confusing me NOW with the idea of sex with me THEN. Perhaps it's the memory of the kind of sex we had / could have that gets Roger excited. Cos goodness knows this  (looking down at myself) is hardly what I call sexy and hot anymore."

"Memory? Sure those were some fun kinky times, but it's not the memory of our hot sex that get's him going, it's you! Missing butt and all... LOL."

I wasn't convinced. I don't think I'm sexy anymore. At one point, yes. But these days my hair is all grey and I'm not even dressing up for dates, cos it's usually a quick run to a nearby place, nothing fancy. And with my reluctance to wear proper pretty shoes (cos they tend to be more uncomfortable than just flip flops) comes the tendency to just pull on some shorts and a tank. 

Not sexy shorts and tank like this - 

 Comfy shorts and tank like this! 

"I mean, I don't even hardly have any ass left... soon you'll be humping bone... for lack of cushioning!"

"Nah, it's definitely still YOU you that gets Roger randy. And you still have enough butt! There will be no need for bone-banging, and I'll prove it too!"

He did. Flipped me on my belly, got up between my legs behind me, dripped some lube on me and on Roger and it was high ho silver away! 

I mean, the thumb went into my mouth, the hand grabbed the hair... it might have been merely the suggestion of all the kinky playtime which used to be part of our regular fun, but it was enough to remind ME of all the awesomeness that is sex with BIKSS. 

Today's chip pic - these are supposed to be "potato chip peanut butter cups". Two of my favorite things. I wonder....

'Twas 2 Hours Before Midnight

and all thru the flat there was peace and quiet, for the mama, she slept. 

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It has been two nights now that she's slept through the night. It's wonderful. 

We stopped the night dosing of her alprazolam cos my boss found a lovely thing called Lemborexant.

In some end stage kidney failure patients the levels of orexin become super high. It causes insomnia. And they can't get to sleep. In moderate to late Alzheimer's patients, this could also happen. Causing insomnia. Not just day-night reversal. 

Mum is likely the victim of a double whammy. 

We started the drug on Monday but nothing happened till yesterday. We titrated her day dose of alpra and that combined with the new drug knocked her out in under 5 minutes. 

I wasn't home when mum went to bed last night cos she fell asleep so quickly after taking her meds. Lucky my tenant was home so she assised my caregiver in getting mum into bed. 

We were out having dinner and a romp in a transit hotel. 

Chicken bits on lettuce & tomato

Dinner was at a place literally called "Burger Fries" where they serve... you guessed it!

Raclette burger with home made double fried fries. AKA - burnt. I wasn't a fan of the fries. 

But that patty was really something!

Then we went to get groceries nearby and ended up at our usual hotel where we rolled around, sucked on each other A LOT and had quite a fair bit of fun. *wink*

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I've put in the application for my second caregiver. She should be here in a week or 2. I'm so relieved that the cavalry is on its way. 

We've already begun talking about maybe taking a vaction. I'm gunning for Sydney. :)

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 ~ 

(shutterstock.com)

 

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. :)

A Quick QnA with BIKSS

1. How did it make you feel when you realised you enjoyed being a spanker?

Surprised. Up till then I'd only ever thought about it in the context of doggy style sex and the classic "who's your daddy?" question.

2. When you were younger did you ever secretly want to put a girl over your knee?

No (see first answer).. smack her around a little maybe.. rough sex and all that... have her struggle.

3. On a scale of 1-10 how guilty did you feel the first time you spanked?

Don't think I felt guilty. More unsure than anything, as in, " How does she enjoy this?" Then I discovered the joy of inspecting for sexual excitement on your part and any thought of guilt vanished.

He eventually gave me a '3' when I insisted on a number.

4. On a scale of 1-10 how sexually satisfying was that same spanking?

The spanking itself was an appetizer. A taste of things to cum.

Also took coaxing. '6' was the number he settled on in the end.

And there you have it. If anyone has any questions (related to our spanking) you'd like answered, leave them in the comments!

Treats and a Fabulous, Funny Dinner Date

By treats I mean truffle-anything. 

A couple days ago I found some leftover truffle mayo from a takeaway and happily slathered it onto the wrap I had fixed myself for dinner. But I wanted more. 

So I went hunting. It's not easy to come by it in my part of the world. And the ones I've seen in the shops are crazy expensive, cos they're sold only by high end grocers. 

But a friend told me recently that Marks and Sparks had truffle things so I went into town yesterday to check it out. 

I got myself some truffle pesto and truffle mayo and I'm now a happy lidl girl. 

And then I thought, hey since I was already there, and I remembered that I had mall vouchers to use up, why not pick up some roasted peppers antipasti. And orange marshmallow teacakes for the mother. And carrot and coriander soup. And béchamel sauce. I might have gotten a little bit carried away. But to be fair, these are not things I typically have in my larder cos they're not exactly the mainstay of Asian food, but I do enjoy European flavours every now and again. So I decided to splurge a bit.

BIKSS came to get me after my shopping and we went to have dinner at the social enterprise place we discovered pre-Covid. (We had our V day dinner there too, btw.) Not surprisingly we ordered the battered eggplants and sous vide egg Caesar salad again, but this time with a seafood main course. It came with their signature creamy mash underneath topped with a delicious white sauce. Good stuff. I really enjoyed it. 

Salad on the left, brinjals on the right, 

and seafood-a-la-king below.

Dinner was unexpectedly fun cos while I was busying myself with the brinjals, BIKSS dished some salad onto my plate... and because the egg yolk was runny he spooned that straight into my mouth. I felt very little letting him feed me. And I liked it. 

So when the main dish arrived, I peered at it and didn't move while he went ahead and chucked the mussels on my plate (cos he doesn't like em). And since he was already in there, he just went ahead and divided the prawns, squid and fish. 

"I don't want the carrots... " I half whined.

"You don't want cauliflower too right?"

"I'd rather not.."

"Broccoli then."

"OK. Broccoli."

I think there is a time for service - I do find myself serving him food both at home and when we dine out - but there is definitely also a time for being little and letting him pamper me. Last night was a definite "I NEED YOU TO SPOIL ME" night. 

Post-dinner, we ran some errands - picked up some honey mustard from a convenience store on the way home,  stopped at an ATM for me to fiddle with a new card that needed PIN-changing, and then he topped up some gas at the petrol station.

Then we came home. The mother was awake but I couldn't be bothered to sneak him in. I planned on saying he came to help me with the computer, but as it turned out, my helper wasn't wearing any shorts and that led to a very natural shooing of him into my room. Let me explain. This non-wearing of shorts is normal for me and her cos we both walk around, at night especially, in long t-shirts (PJs) and undies. And as there are no guys in this house I told her it was fine with me. Who's gonna care right?

But when I'm expecting people I let her know in advance and she'll make sure to have pants on. Only I didn't tell her BIKSS was coming over last night, so when I opened the door I announced "X's here, whoever's not wearing pants stay put on the sofa and don't move!"

She giggled and pulled a throw cushion firmly down on her lap. Mum and I laughed and I ushered BIKSS straight into the room and said "Go, go, your lappy is in there".  And he scurried away from the living room into the safety of my lair (BTW, he says I've been saying that word wrong all my life!).

It was a perfectly convenient excuse to have him hide inside and not be out in the living room cos they were still watching telly. 

In any case, mum knows I have friends (both guys and girls) over regularly and they've come and hung out in the room often enough (so as not to disturb her telly-watching in the living area).  So I don't think she really cares, tbh.

We chit-chatted innocently on the bed, in case she needed something and knocked on the door at an inconvenient time... until I saw something flitting about. 'Twas a MOTH! I hate moths. I'm deathly afraid of them. (But won't hesitate to kill one if I have to - if only to stop it from existing in the same space as me.)

The thing is, BIKSS' eyesight isn't as keen as it once was. LOL. And he couldn't see it. But I was jumping around getting freaked out, between trying to get away and killing it, in turn.  In retrospect, a light summer kimono is probably the worst moth-kill weapon ever. Eventually it flew behind the piano and he said that I should just leave it be as there was no way I could get at it.

"What? How? What am I going to do? I can't leave it there... ALIVE!"

"Spray some insecticide."

"But then my whole room will smell!"

"Don't you have some lavender thing ... "

"I do!" 

So I pointed my lavender spray at it and hit the nozzle! 

When I shone my phone torch behind the piano to check, it was quite arrogantly perched on the side of the frame, presumably smelling of flowers.

"It's still there! You've got to kill it!"

"It'll die on its own... "

"No it wont, it's very much alive... how is it supposed to die anyway?"

"Cos you've already sprayed it!"

"Yeah, with lavender!"

"What??"

I showed him the can and he burst out laughing. Then I collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles too. And while we were both laughing ourselves to tears, he said, "When I said Don't you have some lavender thing, I meant, don't you have a non-stinky insecticide that smells of lavender or some other natural thing that you like so much??"

"How was I supposed to know? You said 'Don't you have lavender..' so I sprayed it with lavender! Cos I DO have lavender!"

He sat back down on the bed with me, both of us getting the last vestiges of laughter out of our systems. And waited. Either for the moth to do something. Or for one of us to come up with a plan that DIDN'T involve lavender.

In the end it flitted down to the floor and I wet a piece of tissue to go at it. But it was in a weird corner and I wasn't sure it would be a one-shot-kill for me.

"Want me to do it?" 

"No. You can hardly see it... (Then, changing my mind)  Ok. Yes. I'm not going to try cos I'll probably hit my hand against the side of the piano trying to get at it."

So HE DID IT. But not before muttering a "Sorry buddy... " under his breath.

"Done."

"Show me!"

I made him half open the tissue so I could see it. And I sure as heck made certain it was well and truly dead!

After that exciting interlude we continued talking till I heard mum go into her room and shut her door.

Which is when I asked BIKSS if he wanted to cuddle. 

And we did. I found a new dragon hair - he has this one strand growing on the inside of his upper arm... he called it his dragon hair. But the original one must have gotten yanked out cos it disappeared some time ago. Well, last night while laying on his arm I felt a tickle against my cheek. When I lifted my head to have a look I found a new one growing. Finer, and shorter, than its predecessor... but it was definitely there. 

"Dragon hair daddy!"

He didn't realise it had grown back either so he was quite pleased about that. It's his lucky dragon hair, he says. 

Anyway.. I started nuzzling on the inside of his arm, and planting kisses up and down as he talked... and suddenly in mid-sentence he said, "You'd better stop doing that... Roger's getting hard."

"You like that? Like in a sexy way?"

"It's naaaaise."

So I continued doing what I was doing. Did he honestly think I was going to stop?

I had pulled off my tee and he reached to pull down the cup of my bra when I hollered, "No wait, let me take it off. It's only $5!"

What I meant by that was that it wasn't by any means a 'good quality' bra as it was soooo cheap, and I wasn't sure it could stand up to the manhandling. LOL.

He laughed at that too. It was a bit of a weird laughy-jokey night. 

Until he said to please take something off. For some reason my brain glitched and I got hot and bothered by that "please". I'm still thinking about that line today. Which tells me something is definitely up. 

Somehow it just triggered a fantasy of a transactional sexual encounter, or one involving unfamiliar people who are just beginning to get acquainted. 

A daddy and a little having sex for the first time maybe... but it seemed more formal than that. There was no lip on lip kissing, just two of us lying in bed and talking... and then me getting faux-horrified cos he stuck his hand all the way down my shorts into my underwear and I exclaimed that I should wear better fitting shorts cos his hand (and it's not a small hand) could get all the way down to my pussy.

I got up to remove it, and I think that's when he said "Please take it off". It's not a typical speech pattern for him. BIKSS is more likely to say "You should take that off" or "I think those shorts shouldn't be on you"... but never PLEASE-something-something. 

It was .. polite. Which brings me back to the feeling of it being transactional. 

And slightly terrifying. In the manner of a captor knowing (and so do you, for that matter) that he has you in his grasp and you're at his mercy and you can't do jackshit about it so would you please do what he says now or else you'll just end up doing it later ANYWAY - but the hard way. 

Ok. My brain has clearly not gotten over this cos as soon as one instance is played out another pops into its place. 

I'm still thinking about that possibility of a more transactional encounter - not necessarily a sex worker... more like a paid sub. I'll do what you tell me to. But as things can go very south very quickly, he's thought about being polite, creating some semblance of earning my trust. Please take that off... (and then I will continue to have my way with you). 

In any case, it turned out to be a quick but very hot session. He took off his pants too and his cock was at the ready. "Roger's hard I see..."

"What are you going to do about that?"

I wrapped my hand around him and he moaned. 

He dislodged his cock from my grip almost immediately and moved upwards to my face. He proceeded to stick it in my mouth, pumping right into the back of my throat. 

I gagged. I looked up at him as he grunted his approval. And he smiled. 

His "Good girl" smile. 

FFF 2.0 - 27 and a Handjob to End the Night

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The Fuck Fairy

It's kinda funny that NJ posted about the fat fairy this week too, cos it seems that's the theme of the week around the blogs. 

On Friday just before BIKSS came round to get me to go to the carnival, he texted and said he was almost here. I said well, I'm just out of the shower - should I get dressed (and meet him at the carpark so we could zoom off) or would he prefer me naked? 

No prizes for guessing which one he chose. 

Anyway, we had ourselves a romp and when he was done he got off me to grab tissues to wipe up, and as he stepped away from the bed he said "oh, a coin." It had fallen out of his trouser pocket earlier. My legs were still in the air, and I felt around on the bed just where my hand landed beside my hip, and picked up a dollar. 

"Ooh I got a whole dollar. The Fuck Fairy must have come and left me a coin for that fuck!" we both had a good laugh at that!

Wrigglebutt

It was the eve of Chinese New Year and I had a bunch of stuff to do... which I tried to rush through before BIKSS dropped in for a quick hello before we took a break from our usual schedule for the CNY rush. Well, me, more than him. 

I mopped the floor, did some laundry, packed things away, put out some CNY decor, got the dining table ready, changed the sheets... all the things that people usually do over a few days in preparation but which I didn't have the luxury of doing cos you know, I was only baking too many cakes! 

He came in with a festive pack of canned drinks - hurray - I had forgotten to pick some up and when I did remember that day on the way home from work I already had a bunch of things to lug home from the store. 

So I asked if he could pick some up for me on the way over. I hopped into the shower and then back into the room. He was stretched out on the bed and fiddling with his fone while waiting for me. I got into bed and knelt on my ankles by his side. As I leaned on his tummy I felt something cold and hard pressing against me.

- Your belt buckle is in the way. :(

- Oh, then I should take it off! 

- But your jeans are stiff and scratchy :p

- Actually, it's probably easier for me to take the whole thing off than to just pull the belt thru the loops

(I gave him a look that said "uh huh, that's convenient" and he totally caught it and laughed!)

- No really... I'm not trying to make excuses for taking my pants off!

- Uh huh. I didn't say anything! Um, but your shirt's gonna get crumpled.

He took that off too. 

LOL. Now he was in his undershirt and boxers. Perfect. 

- Are we gonna have sex? 

- Do you want to? 

- Yes :D

- Do you want a spanking? Pfft. Stupid question!

Haha. YES, stupid question. Oh, I did interrupt him while he was spanking my butt - to give HIM a smack on his butt in honour of his birthday :) 

And then he resumed. Spanking. Fingering me. Feeling me wet. Whispering nasty things into my ear. 

- Are you ready for Roger? Is pussy ready for Daddy's cock? Does she wanna get a fucking now? 

Mmmm yesssss! 

I was face down on the bed. He entered me and as he fucked my wet hole a hand found my neck. His other hand made its way to my mouth, and I latched on to his finger(s), sucking on them as his hips pushed against my ass. 

It went on for a while and then he stopped. I know what it was. He was holding back. Or trying to anyway. If he continued to thrust he'd come for sure. 

But that also means that yummy feeling in my pussy was no more. No more cock moving in and out, no more Roger pushing his way into my depths, no more. And I wanted more! 

So I wriggled. I squeezed my butt cheeks and tensed up my thighs, alternating between clenching and releasing.. and wriggling my ass so that my weight shifts from left to right, moving my pussy around his cock. 

He likes it when I wriggle. Or should I say, Roger likes it. Roger didn't stand a chance. 

Roger wanted to cum. 

I like wriggling to make him cum :)

A Post Work Pre Dinner Offer

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Would you like to drop in after work for a blowjob? It's a mean thing to say, I know. How is he supposed to resist that? You could swing by on your way back to whatever dinner plan you've made for the evening. 

Will I get a warm towel? he enquired. Hmmm, of course, if that's what you like. 

There was more than just a warm towel tho. I made him a cup of Vietnamese drip coffee while we chatted for a bit in the kitchen. I got the warm towel ready and advised him to get naked, cos, well, this towel isn't gonna stay warm forever. 

I put some water into the diffuser and popped in some essential oil - a combination of my homemade floral blend and a store bought "Fresh Air" concoction. And then I put on some "relaxing meditational music" on the lappy - the internet has EVERYTHING and Youtube is amazing! 

And then I got a little piece of homemade peanut butter bar and put that into his mouth as he lay back and got his warm towel treatment. 

So do you wanna cum by hand, by mouth, or by pussy? 

*I felt like I was reading off a menu.*

Cos that will determine if I use a lubricating oil or not...

Pussy, he says. 

And then I got to work. 

I've said before how my favourite sound is him saying "good girl". The gasps that I make escape his lips are a close second. 

I love that. And the reactions that accompany them. The tensing of his hips... then relaxing as he shifts his leg this way at first, and then that. Lifting his butt just a couple of millimeters off the mattress. And resting his weight once again on the bed. His head turning from one side to another as he breathes out a sigh. 

He moves his hand to reach for me. To stroke my face, to hold my hand. His eyes go from open to shut, and then open again. Watching me, eyeing a nipple. His fingers reach for a tit under my sweater. First one hand on one tit, and then both hands are busy. Tugging. Pinching. Pulling. A flick here. A slap there. 

These are the things that I derive pleasure from when I have him in my mouth, as my fingers meander on his skin, when my teeth make contact with his ballsac and I tug at it just a teensy bit - enough for it to register as a different sensation but not anywhere near painful. 

When he's in control I know he enjoys watching me writhe and moan - when he's spanking or slapping me, or inflicting some kind of pain on me. But when it's blowjob time, it's my turn to relish his reactions as I go to town on Roger. 

And when we reach the part of the dance where he's pinching hard, and holding my head down on his impaling cock, and he is back in control of this tango, well, by then it doesn't take too long before he has me offering up my pussy - his pussy - for the grand finale. 

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!

Being Daddy

It was the red moon, blue moon, super moon, everything moon!

BIKSS was just done with footy and needed dinner, so he came to get me. I was in pain and had popped some pills for my cramps. But I wanted to get out of the house and I thought a warm cup of tea might be just what I needed.

As we were moving off he mentioned the moon (which I had forgotten all about) and I looked up through the windscreen. We could see a tiny reddish speck in the sky, and I had him stop the car so I could take a picture. 

He did. I took the pic. Little girl happy. 

At the food place my tea was TOO hot to drink. Even tho I had asked them to make it lukewarm instead of boiling. So he stuck the spoon into HIS cold drink and fished out enough ice cubes to sort out my cup of tea. He tried some, declared it was drinkable, and handed the cup back to me. 

I took a sip. Perfect. Little girl happy. 

As we were walking back to the car we went by a tiny mom-and-pop shop that sold stuff. I wanted milk. There was a sign that said 2 for 5.95. So let's get two, I said. He brought it to the check out and the guy told him it was $7. The sale price was for regular white milk, not chocolate, he said. Hmph. Fine, then I don't need two, I said. He paid for one, I put back the other, and we headed off. As we passed the sign I pointed out to him that it said "assorted", even tho the picture only showed the white milk carton. The shop next door had the same offer going as it was a promotional thing by the supplier - not the store. Their sign said the same thing, but showed all three flavours. 

I said to Daddy that we should go back and tell the first guy that the offer applies to ALL the flavours. He looked like he wasn't sure we should, cos he's not particularly confrontational. Me? I'm a fighter. 

I think he was debating whether he should go back and tell the chap, or risk ME doing it. So we turned around and he went ahead of me. "Should I go and tell him?" I called out to him. "No, I'll do it," he replied. 

"Why, are you afraid I'll make a scene?" I joked... well, half- joked. 

I think he said yes. Tsk. 

Anyway, as I stood outside the store I saw the cashier motion for him to get another carton, so I guess BIKSS managed to convince him. 

I now have two cartons of chocolate milk - at sale price. Little girl happy. 

I like when Daddy does Daddy things that make the little in me happy :)

Christmas is Coming 18 Snippets - Pics and the Symphony

Last Thursday I was at the end of my period and needed a good shagging. I had found some BDSM / sex-themed stickers for my Telegram app and sent some to Daddy. We were both feeling a little bit frisky by the afternoon I think. So I asked if he wanted to swing by after work for a quickie.  

He enjoys these drive-thru's quite a bit, he tells me. *HUGE GRIN HERE*

(You can pick up the stickers HERE)

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On Friday night the symphony played their annual Christmas concert and tickets usually sell out notoriously early. I've never been able to get tickets despite trying every year! This year I managed to get some and we had a jolly good time listening to selections from The Nutcracker Suite and some modern arrangements of old carols. The combined choir consisting of the kids choir, youth chorus and our resident symphonic choir sang a bunch of songs, including a medley at the end which we all got to sing along to! 

Daddy said he enjoyed it immensely and I'm glad his first time was also my first time. It's nice that I can still share some 'firsts' with him. 

They decorated the conductor's stand, and had trees put up  behind near the pipe organ! This is the view from the front row - because that's where we sat!!

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Over the week BIKSS sent me some spanking related news clippings from days of yore - here they are for your reading pleasure. Gotta love aunt abby eh? 

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AND HOW ABOUT THIS BOOK COVER? I'm not sure if the book was ever written but here is the designer responsible for this wonderful, if imaginary, book cover.

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And finally, I leave you with this lovely Christmas food display in the hotel Daddy stayed at when he was in Shanghai recently. I thought it was really pretty! (Jan, look away... no, really... go NOW!)

Saturday Afternoon Playtime

It was unexpected. I had finished lessons and Daddy was on his way from far-away to somewhere near me. So when I texted him that I had some time he popped round for a quickie. 

Some background - I woke up this morning and sent him a suggestive text. The kind that gets one thinking about sex. 

Here, I'll show you. 

And then after that I shared a tumblr link with him. This one : - Shelikestosuckit.tumblr.com

Which made him start thinking about blowjobs...

And so Daddy dropped by about 5 mins after I sent off the text. 

We talked as I gathered stuff around the house, then headed into the bedroom. 

I had just put my phone down on the dresser, when he began to kiss me, and take my top off. I was standing in my bra and shorts, and his hands started wandering. Down, down, down until he had them on my bum. The shorts and panties came off soon after and I could feel Roger against my thigh, still trapped by his clothing. 

"Get into position," he said, as he left the room. I wondered where he had gone but he was back soon after, hands wet from having just been washed. 

"I didn't know what position you wanted," I said from where I was presenting : ass up, head down, arms stretched in front of me. 

"That's always the right position," he replied. 

And then he knelt behind me and went to work on my pussy with his fingers. He'd gotten me wet and moaning, and good and ready to be fucked.

"But you were supposed to come over for a blowjob, Daddy..."

"We'll get there, don't worry."

And we did. He undressed and stood in front of where I was now kneeling, and let me have my way with Roger. He held my head and fucked my mouth, took my bra off and pinched my nipples, lifted his cock above my mouth and had me lick and suck on his balls, held  my head in place as his cock found the back of my throat, making me gag and tear up. 

When he finally had me lie back so he could enter me there was a very noticeable daub of what looked like cum on my inner thigh. More a splotch than a smear. 

It wasn't him, so I guess it must have been me. Talk about high viscosity pussy juice. Perhaps it's because of where I am in my cycle. 

He wiped that up with a tissue then proceeded to kneel between my legs, Roger dangerously close to plunging into me. But all he did was grab my throat with his hand and rub his cock against my slit. It was torture, the evil, evil man. 

"Is that hard for you? Just having Roger rub up and down against your pussy like that?"

Duh! 

He finally pushed in and alternated between slow delicious strokes and hot and heavy makes-me-holler-OW pumping. 

And then he pulled out and came on my tummy.

As always, a yummy cuddle time followed the clean up and we lay together chatting about sex some more. I told him about a conversation I had with a guy friend I met up with yesterday (who Daddy has meet before too). And before too long we were talking about what-ifs. What if we had a threesome with him? Or how about all 4 of us (including his wife), we could swap. Or she could just watch if she isn't into playing together.. and all that kind of kinky stuff. 

And as we talked I nuzzled into his neck and he began kissing me and Roger was rubbing anticipatedly against my thigh. 

"Daddy, you'd better not start what you can't finish!" I teased. 

He flipped me onto my back and accepted the challenge. 

I am a happy girl :)