'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. :)

Monday Funday (I)

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

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

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

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

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

Free dessert

Mid meal pic

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

And play we did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The One Day I Got Horny (3)

PART ONE IS HERE

PART TWO IS HERE

He pinches my left nipple. I moan. He's encouraged by this. Moves his hand down to my slit. 

"Oh Daddy but I just cleaned up... don't make me wet again?"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"What? You can clean up again."

"I know but..."

He's moved back to my nipple. 

"Don't get wet, don't get wet, don't get wet... " I chant. To distract myself from the intermittent flashes of pain that are coming from my tit. For if I let myself enjoy the pain, then SURELY she would get wet again.

"Oh a challenge?" he raises an eyebrow. 

And at this point I know I am doomed. 

"No. Not at all. Merely me trying to be in control of my pussy." Is that an adequate response? I wonder, but if I'm to be honest, I know it was probably the most useless thing I had said all night. 

And now he's twisting my nip and pinching and pulling with renewed vigour. I'm on my back, my knees are bent and legs apart. He's lying on his side, and his face is almost touching mine. His breath is hot on my cheek. I hear him growl into my ear. "Get wet. Now." 

I'm a goner. I swear she's dripping. He suspects so too. And goes to check. He mutters something in approval but I'm already too far gone to hear him. I'm concentrating on his fingers pounding my pussy. He doesn't just slip in and out, he's finger-fucking me like there's no tomorrow. I'm squirming and panting and flipping my head to the left and right, ridiculous, really, as there's no bluddy use in doing that is there? My head could drop off and my pussy would still be at the mercy of his fingers. 

Eventually he relents and pulls out, and for 2 seconds, between the time he takes to exit my cunt and land on my clit, I begin to calm down. Then he's on my bud, circling it, big circles, little circles; light strokes, firm strokes; slowly sliding his fingers over my nub, eventually working his way up to full on rubbing. 

I'm twitching and twisting every way imaginable. He stops. And takes advantage of my renewed wetness to enter me again. 

On and on, he plays this game, alternating between fingering my cunt and torturing my clit. 

"It occurs to me," I venture, my voice catching between sharp intakes of breath, "that whenever your fingers come out of me I get the sense that you mean to imply you're giving my pussy a rest."

He smiles his evil smile. 

"But then you go on and play with my clit with such determination that I would like to inform you that it is, in fact, not restful for me at all!"

He chortles. I catch him in a smirk. I call him on it. 

"I'm not smirking," he says. "This is smirking" he demonstrates, without letting up on my clit at all. "I'm doing this."

Well, thank you for that lesson, Daddy. But it makes no difference whether you think what you're doing is smirking or not. For I know you're enjoying this way too thoroughly and I'm getting exhausted from all the heavy breathing and panting. 

"I need a rest Daddy. Pussy needs rest?"

He pauses. Leans in.

"No." 

A matter-of-fact No. Nothing wicked. Nothing nefarious. No teasing in it. No twinkling eye. Just a flat No. 

And I get wetter. She's a wretched thing! Has a mind of her own and I hate her for it. 

I wriggle for what feels like a long time, but is probably 15 seconds, and try again.

"Please Daddy... pussy needs rest..." this time I'm whining. 

And again, without skipping a beat with his fingers, "No."

Argh. And again, that familiar jolt of electricity shoots through my belly, down between my legs. 

I feel helpless. And I relish in that feeling. Play with me. Toy with me. Do whatever you want to do with me. I'm in no pain, no risk of injury, no dire hardship, you know? 

Honestly, he didn't need to stop. And he knew it. And I knew it.

No Spanking & Good Service Recovery plus Year End Updates

He had been looking forward to it for so long. But when Friday finally came round he got distracted with playing with my girly bits and then we had our rompy fun and THEN when it was time to get out of the house to run errands he remembered! LOL. 

No matter, it was still a fun Friday afternoon. We ended up having a bun-less burger and garden salad on the side for dinner. Cos the restaurant we booked wouldn't let us in! I've since written a letter to the people who host the reservation app and they very kindly responded informing us that they've since spoken to the restaurant in question and have updated their reservation slots so that it won't happen again. Meanwhile, they gave us a $10 voucher to use on our next meal (anywhere, not necessarily at the offending restaurant). 

I think that's pretty decent service recovery. The fact that they reached out to the establishment, found out what was wrong and how they could fix it, and then updated me about it. 

I know plenty of places where they're just likely to say thank you for the feedback and then you never hear from them again. 

Moving on, here are some pics of recent meals.

A grilled tomyum flavoured barracuda with soft shell crab caesar salad - both were rather interesting. Unusual but still very delicious.

And a slice of the stuffed chicken breast we had on Wednesday night. I didn't think it was as tasty as it looked. And the skin of the chicken was way too salty for my liking. The mash potatoes it sat on were divine tho! 

This was also the night that we took BIKSS' glucose readings 1.5hrs and 2 hrs post meal. 5.7 and 4.8 respectively. He rewarded himself with a slice of fruit cake I had baked for him :)

Things are looking up. I finished paying a 10k debt in early December and have decided that I shall put away some money each month towards savings. Mum's eye issue has also been resolved. 

We're going to deal with a hearing aid for her after the new year, and for now I'm happy to just concentrate on spending time baking. 

There's a little get together happening here on the 27th, with 4, maybe 5 guests, which is the number  of visitors each household is "allowed" by the government. Mum is looking forward to that and has started fussing about what she'll cook as her contribution to the potluck. 

One of my cousins brought a home-made chocolate log cake over for us yesterday, and while his wife can't bake to save her life (the last time she made sugee cakes and gave one to us, me and mum each took a bite out of a slice and promptly spat it out - it was that bad - then I chucked the whole thing in the bin), this time it was his daughter who baked the cake. 

It's actually pretty delicious and I texted him to tell him so, and to pass our compliments to his kid. Hopefully his wife will hang up her spatula and leave the baking to her daughter from now on. 

I wasn't intending on baking any fruit cakes this year, but as I had time and the mood for it, I did, in the end. I made a batch last weekend, and another today. These ones are still sitting on the cooling rack right now.

I have also begun ripping the second half of my CD collection - all the classical stuff. I really should listen to them more. Hopefully I will, now that they're on my lappy. 

And with that, I shall sign off and get back to it. 

Will post an update soon on my Christmas presents!

Why We Weren't Having Sex and Maybe We Can Get Past It

Remember how I said I got emo the other night? First of all, opening up the mailbox and finding all your comments with such lovely words really touched me. I'm so so grateful for the cyberfriendships I have with all of you. 

Well the good news is that after all the blubbering, and trust me, there was blubbering that night, BIKSS came over on Monday night after his Zoom course (some office thing) even tho it was already past 9, and we had a lovely (almost normal) evening together. 

Here's the funny thing tho, it was just the ONE tiny detail, but it mattered A LOT.

If you go away with nothing else after my post, remember this - Talk about the things that may seem ludicrous and stupid in your head. It might seem dumb and inconsequential, but sometimes it really does all just boil down to that one silly little thing. 

You wanna know what I said during that blubbering session? It may seem weird and unrelated, but I think one of the reasons we weren't doing the deed is cos BIKSS has been flopping down the wrong way on my bed. Like this. 

LOL. Let me explain.

Things that have changed recently : - 

1-Less frequent meetups so longer talk-time during face to face dates. 

2-Less texting cos I've been busier at my work (and attending to the mother in the afternoons or taking her out) and he's been busier at his new job. So more talking when we DO meet up (plus refer to point 1).

3-Less time at home to talk cos it's just weird for me to drag BIKSS into the room and hang out with him from 7 to midnight when the mum is RIGHT OUTSIDE in the living room. I live in an apartment, so it would seem funny. Like, oh hi mum, look who's here, don't mind us, we're just going to disappear into the room now. So, um, yeah. We ALWAYS eat out these days, whereas in the past we would eat at home, and the talking could start during dinner.

4-I mean, it's not that we don't talk during dinner when we eat out. BUT. It's harder to talk about... you know, intimate things, or play (touch, tease) with each other when out in public so there has been a significant reduction in talking about those kinds of things and connecting in that way. In order to dive into the fun / naughty / intimate talk and play, we would have to wait till we got home, which is about 2 hours later than pre-mother days (and pre-Covid days, for that matter). 

5-According to BIKSS, because I'm so talky-talky (see points 1 and 2), when we DO get to escape into the room and be alone again, he feels like he needs to let me get all the talking out of my system and tell him all the stories and share with him all my news. It's kinda our thing. The "Oh you know what happened? Guess what I learnt? You won't believe what I saw! " and all that. 

6-Also,when he used to come over for dinner at my place, I would have showered before he arrived. Now that we eat out, I need 15 mins extra for a shower when we get home. It's a thing. I can't come home and NOT shower. 

7-Now with the blood sugar issue, we typically also have to watch the clock so that at the 1.5-hour mark we can do a finger-prick test. This makes it hard for us to get down to any boogie-ing cos no one enjoys a mid-fuck finger-prick right? 

8-The result : when we get home after dinner, because we have to watch the clock... and he has to wait for me to shower... and he wants to let me finish telling him about all the goings-on of my last-few-days,  because of all that (I assume he feels since there is some "waiting" to do), he tends to come into the room and flop ACROSS the bed, and not lie down the right way up. This makes it difficult for me to lie down with him and cuddle, as I'm terribly uncomfortable lying down across the bed (I mean, it's not like I have a king-sized setup or anything). So I typically sit cross-legged on the bed and face him while he sprawls. On his back. Facing the ceiling. Feet on the floor. Now how am I supposed to cuddle into that? I could lie on my back the same way but then we'd BOTH be looking at the ceiling. And I can't curl up into him lying on my side cos our shapes don't fit.

And before you all go screaming about why don't I just tell him, well here's the newsflash. I HAVE. A MILLION TIMES. HE KNOWS I HATE IT WHEN HE FLOPS ACROSS THE BED LIKE THAT. BECAUSE IT MEANS WE CAN'T CUDDLE!

Ahem. I didn't mean to scream with the caps. I apologise. Anyway...

What all this means is that our "let's cuddle and be intimate and that will get me into the mood" time is considerably shortened. I would have had a shower, come back to the room, waited for the right time to poke him and get his blood sugar reading (sometimes its finger poke THEN shower) - all this while not cuddling or hugging or touching because the man is lying down wrong.

And because he's a boy, he'll just attack my pussy or tits *whilst* we're talking - ok he's not talking, he does it when *I'M* talking - and that kinda makes me feel like a piece of meat, and no girl thinks that's romantic. I mean, I'm sitting up. You're lying on your back in bed. And I'm regaling you with stories of my day while we wait for 1030 so I can poke your finger, and your idea of getting romantic is to fiddle with my tit?  So according to him, when he's initiated sex I've brushed him off and told him no. Well, ok. I suppose I have... perhaps instinctively even cos I don't actually remember doing so, but really, in my defence it's very piece-of-meat-esque. And again, this is not NEWS - I've told him before that it's a trigger (emotional baggage yada yada but it is what it is.. blame 18 year old me and the first boyfriend). 

Add getting-older-stupid-hormones to the equation, and you have a good idea why I think we're doomed to never have sex again. 

*****BUT*****

I know he's been making an effort - Zoom course means he can detour here for a bit after class, and on Monday the first thing he did when he got here was get into Daddy mode. I think it's been missing for a bit, or just not as obvious.

When he arrived I handed him a thing that I wasn't using that he said he could use at work, and said jokingly that it was the kind of gift littles give their daddies. He said "You know what else littles can give their daddies... a kiss. Right here." And we puckered up and got all kissy-kissy. 

So I asked him all about his day and as he got into bed ("Look, see? I'm lying down the right way even.") he told me about his course and we chatted and cuddled and kissed and hugged and it was so so absolutely delicious that we could touch each other in all the right ways while still being able to talk about our day. 

It's a lot easier to get into the mood when we're both the right way up!

I am also happy to announce that we had a yummy romp that evening. And everything flowed just the way it was supposed to. *Wink* 

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. :)

Zaps and More Little Hanoi and A Personal Discovery

I wanted to use up the package that I had left dormant at my IPL place so on Monday I decided to take a trip to the new outlet that my hair-removal specialist had been posted to.

Turns out the thing had expired and I had gone over the "grace" period too... she was kind enough to let me use up the remainder of my shots but I had to finish the whole lot at one go... no more carrying it over to next time.

I thought that was nice enough of her, because it was within her right to say I had to forfeit the lot.

So we got down to it. Zapped all the hair below, did some underarm remedial zapping, decided what the heck let's have a go at the fine upper lip hairs, and when all that was done we used the remainder of the shots to work on some whitening treatments.

I had told BIKSS it would take 15 minutes. But that was BEFORE I realised I had to get zapped 160 times at one sitting.

When I finally got back to where he was waiting for me, he suggested we go for some Buncha since we were in the vicinity. Now the last time we were there we did say we would go back again to try some of their other spring rolls. Well then, Little Hanoi it is!

After wandering around a little bit (cos we had time to kill before our 830 reservation) we headed over to the restaurant.

He was immediately drawn to the pulled pork with traditional Vietnamese crackers. So we ordered that. And the soft shell crab slider sounded pretty delish too so we got one of those.

I must say, they weren't all that fantastic. BIKSS enjoyed his pulled pork mainly because he likes pulled pork. It's not NOT nice, I mean, I tried some. The flavour was pretty good, but I'm just not a liker of pulled pork. Like at all. In fact, he likes sesame too.. so those crackers were also right up his alley.

The crab slider was a bit meh. I expected more... taste as well as quantity.

Anyhoo, we also ordered the 3-duck pho, and 'The fat pork rolls' banh mi (or baguette).

OK. Now we're talking. These two more than made up for the shaky start to our dinner.

Lemongrass grilled pork with a mild sauce and all the yummy goodness of a fresh, crispy, toasted baguette. It was so good I ate my entire half of it. Usually I have like 40% and BIKSS gets to finish up the rest of whatever we're sharing... but this... oh this was good!

And after I had painstakingly removed ALL the green garnishing bits (I abhor coriander leaves) the soup was still warm, the noodles stayed unsoggy right till the very end, and that 3-duck combo was pretty darn awesome. There seemed to be more duck than noodles, which is always great value for money if you ask me. 

Now ordinarily I don't eat carbs in the form of bread or rice or noodles... but diet be damned. These two dishes were so yummy that they were worth the carbs!

The thing is, we'll have to go back there again cos the original plan was to try some spring rolls... which we totally didn't get round to doing! 

After dinner we rolled back to my place (I say roll because we were way too full to walk properly... more like waddled...) and BIKSS took advantage of a freshly zapped pussy and lavished quite a fair amount of attention on it. 

I've said in the past that I'm not really a fan of having someone's face in between my legs, but that night I came to a realisation - it's not so much that I don't enjoy it (for I do!) but that most of the time my brain goes into overdrive with worry that there'll be hair I missed while shaving, or that it's going to be prickly, or that (even worse!) I haven't shaved at all! Who knew! Well, ok, I should have known, but I guess it just never occurred to me that it was just plain ol hair anxiety!

That's one more mystery solved! 

Busy Day, Birthday Dinner and Sexy Fun

Yesterday was the day we were supposed to go out to dinner. I envisioned an easy evening. Perhaps I would wander around the mall a bit while waiting for BIKSS to get off work. Then we would rendezvous and head off somewhere nice and quiet for a birthday dinner. I told him that I would buy him dinner to celebrate his 50th. And he objected to my spending money so I said, fine, I would give us a budget of 50 bucks and if it went beyond that he could fork out the rest. He agreed to that and that was it. 

But plans, of course, changed. 

My sister had picked up a stand lamp on my behalf and I needed to find a way to get it from her place to mine. I don't drive. And neither does she. BIKSS does. And it turns out he was going to be in her vicinity that afternoon. So I asked him if he would pick up the lamp for me. No issue, he said. 

Perfect. He would be dropping me off that night after dinner (and hopefully sneaking into my bedroom again for some Birthday Nookie) so it would be easy enough to transfer said lamp. 

Around 11 in the morning mum and I firmed up some plans to pick up some Yu Sheng (or raw fish salad) from a family friend's restaurant after work. Only the person who had to do the picking up was me.

Here's a quick description:

Yusheng, yee sang or yuu sahng (Chinese: 魚生; pinyin: yúshēng; Pe̍h-ōe-jī: hî-seⁿ or hû-siⁿ), or Prosperity Toss, also known as lo hei (Cantonese for 撈起 or 捞起) is a Cantonese-style raw fish salad. It usually consists of strips of raw fish (sometimes salmon), mixed with shredded vegetables and a variety of sauces and condiments, among other ingredients. There is also a vegetarian version of this dish, where the fish is replaced with soy "fish", which resembles salmon. Yusheng literally means "raw fish" but since "fish (魚)" is commonly conflated with its homophone "abundance (余)", Yúshēng (魚生) is interpreted as a homophone for Yúshēng (余升) meaning an increase in abundance. Therefore, yusheng is considered a symbol of abundance, prosperity and vigor.

You can read more about it on this Wiki page. 

But back to my story. So now I had to take 3 buses to get to the place. My tummy still wasn't feeling fantastic and while waiting for bus number 2 it began to protest. So I hopped into a cab and headed to the restaurant. 

I got the food and went home. We sat down to a lovely meal, the three of us - me, mum and her caregiver. This particular restaurant serves up a "teochew" style (a province in China)  Yu Sheng, and instead of raw fish, they've used sliced abalone from a tin. I actually prefer this to the fish version.

 

So my day kinda got pushed back some. I had originally planned to get home, do some studying, get in a 15 minute nap, then head out to the mall and then meet BIKSS. Whoops! I hadn't counted on being 2 hours behind.

But since he was going to be delayed by the collecting of the lamp, I thought it might still work out. I DID do some studying and caught a nap, then got up and got dressed to go meet him. The mall-ing part of the plan got thrown out the window tho. 

When he had gotten me from the train station he asked if I wanted to go to Chinatown. It was a foodcourt that serves up some spicy something-something. I'm not even sure what it is now. But I vetoed that idea cos
1) I'm all dressed up, we're not going to a foodcourt.
2) We're celebrating your birthday and I'm buying and we're not going to a foodcourt.
and 3) my tummy isn't feeling fabulous so I'm not eating no spicy stuff from no foodcourt. 

LOL. 

We ended up going to the Italian place we discovered about 3 months back, cos BIKSS had mentioned eating there a couple of times recently but we never made it for some reason (OK, the reason is I didn't feel like Italian on the days he mentioned it).

We ordered the piccante pizza, with spicy salami and a tomato sauce base. 

As always, it was so so good... and after we had both started on our second slice, a couple walked by and asked the waiter how to get to Little Hanoi. I completely missed this, but BIKSS mentioned it after they went on their way. 

WHAT? There's a restaurant around here that serves Hanoi-ian food? Let me at it!

We began googling it and I pulled up the Eatigo app to see if they had any discounts on offer - and they did! It was 50% off. 

"What say we pack up the rest of this pizza and head down to Little Hanoi for some Bun Cha?" I asked him. 

He laughed at my excitement and agreed to my suggestion - which I must say is quite out of character for me, cos I'm a planner. PLANNER. I PLAN things and when things aren't planned I get upset. I also don't like CHANGING plans. As much as possible anyway.

But I figured we were so close by, it WAS meant to be a celebration, so what the heck! Let's do it. 

And off we went. We dumped the packed-up pizza in the car and went looking for the promised Bun Cha. 

It did not disappoint. Here's dinner part two. It originally came without the soup but we asked for some and they obliged. It seems around these parts people tend to eat it with just the orangey sauce poured over the noodles. When we had it in Hanoi, the grilled pork and cutlets were all swimming in a piping hot soup with the noodles on the side. Perhaps it was because we had it in Winter and that's how it's served in the cooler months. 

The meat was delicious, the spring roll was perfect, the soup wasn't fabulous for me but BIKSS liked it better than the one we had in Hanoi, and I loved the sauce - it had just the right balance of sweet and tangy.

I'm definitely going to make sure we try some of the other items on their menu the next time we go there. And yes, there WILL be a next time.

All in all dinner (at both places) cost me a total of $48.70. Perfectly within budget!

And so that was the food part of the evening sorted. It was time to get home. 

It occured to me at some point during the day that having that lamp was also a great excuse for BIKSS to be seen in my house should the mother still be awake when we got back. And thank goodness we had it, cos she awake she was. She was about to go to bed, but we fixed it up for her (it was to replace the one she currently had that was dying BIG time) and took away the old one. Then mum and the caregiver said their goodnights and turned in.

We took the old one down to the junk corner and by the time we came back up there was no activity in the house. 

I went to shower while BIKSS hung out in the room. And as usual, when I got back I passed him my towel for him to dry my hair.  We do this thing where I come in and sit cross legged on the bed and he stands in front of me and towel-dries my hair. I think it all started when he tut-tutted me one day for not getting it dry enough. So since then it's been a thing we do. 

Anyway, as he was doing that I reached for his belt. Which I didn't manage to undo, so he stopped and took that off before resuming his hair-drying duty. Then I tried to unbutton his chinos, but again, I wasn't as successful as I should have been. I mean, I've done this a million times before, what's the problem eh? I grunted my displeasure.

He chuckled and undid the button for me. 

Right. Now we're getting somewhere. 

Zippers. I can do zippers. I pulled it down and he let out an "mmff" of approval. 

Then I pulled the wasitband of his boxers down some ways and reached in to get Roger. 

Mmmm.. I must say that I was rather impressed that at no time did he lose momentum with that towel on my head. Even when I held Roger in my hand. Even when I wrapped my mouth over the tip of his cock. Even when I licked all around the glans. Even when I flicked my tongue across the frenulum. 

The man was not to be distracted from this hair-drying business. 

Eventually I had had my head rubbed enough.. and we put aside the towel and got him into bed. It was time for me to concentrate on HIS head now. 

It has been a while since Roger's been in my mouth, and he was making his pleasure known indeed. If the sounds BIKSS was making weren't convincing enough, the involuntary twitching sure was. I didn't have to spend too long before he motioned for me to move perpendicular to him.

I was comfortable where I was so I declined. LOL. Yeah. Right. Like *that* was gonna work. 

Now I realise I might not write a lot about our sex life or the way we interact and how our dynamic plays out in regular life...  but it's there, I assure you. 

Firmer this time. "Move." And a fistful of my hair ended up, well, in his fist. 

I moved. (What else was I supposed to do? I don't have a death wish!)

He took his time to explore my girly bits and I was reciprocating with twitches and moans of approval of my own. Just as it's been a while since I've had Roger in my mouth, it's also been way too long since I've had anything in *my* parts.  And he was quite happy to explore inside me with his fingers. 

I sat up and announced that I thought it was 'pussytime' for Roger! He didn't disagree. Oh no, in fact I got my face smushed into the pillow, and a cock jammed up my cunt. His fingers, covered in my juices, found their way into my mouth to be cleaned off. His other hand then wrapped around my neck, and once he had found his rhythm the first hand became a gag of sorts, with one aforementioned juice-covered finger inside my mouth, and the rest of his hand covering it on the outside, preventing me from making too much noise. Almost like a pacifier, now that I think about it. Cos when he's behind me like that, having his finger and hand occupy my entire mouth (both inside and out)  makes me feel secure and somehow tethered to him. (I know, I know, it's strange considering I'm already tethered via Roger being IN my girly bits... but you know what I mean... )

He fucked, until he didn't. I recognised that pause. I kept very still so he wouldn't cum before he wanted to. Ordinarily I would help him out by squeezing my butt cheeks and rolling my hips around, but not this time. This time I waited. 

He slid in and out of me slowly... deliberately... measured. And then that all familiar exclamation.

"Ah Fuck!" 

And the rest is history. 

Free Flow Tuesday - Food, Sex, Fun

...because I don't really have a plan for today's post. 

We went to have dinner last night. BIKSS had something to do in the morning that had him in a suit so we thought we would go out to a nice place for dinner. 

Turns out it wasn't quite a suit and tie type of place, but since my dress wasn't TOO formal it just looked like I had come from an official-type event and were stopping to get dinner on the way home. 

The yoghurty drink was way too sour. The Shish Platter for Sharing was way too salty. And the Kunefe / Knafeh was way to sweet. 

BUT.

It was absolutely delicious!

After two pieces of fish, a shrimp and a couple of bites of meat, I surrendered and decided to stick to the peppers and side veggies. My mouth was screaming out for some bland vegetable purée. Don't even ask. 

The pastry was good. The sugar was a tasty kind of sweet - you know how some sweetening agents can taste quite artificial? Anyway it was good. The cheese was burnt tho, and BIKSS wasn't happy about that so he's planning on a trip to a different restaurant where they do a proper Kunefe / Knafeh.

After dinner we went to a richer part of town - it's near the marina and also where the most expensive properties are. Secluded as hell, but I suppose if you can afford a place out there you probably have expensive cars to get you to and from your million dollar property. 

There are bars and eateries and we didn't want to waste a good date night, so off we went. He found it really amusing that the waiter winked at me - right in front of BIKSS - as he promised to add some mint leaves to my peppermint tea for a little more oomph, and we had a really good laugh about it as we took our seats. 

Later as I got up to go and smoke BIKSS got up to get the bill too, and deliberately came over to kiss me - I teased  him saying that was his equivalent of a branding iron! Staking claim and all... 

It was really sweet tho :)

Today we managed to get some time together in the afternoon and it felt really good to be able to do all the things we usually do when we hop into the sack! 

He started with some hand spanks, then that turned into some fingering, and some cock-sucking, and gagging and more spanking and choking... 

YUM! 

It almost seems like the actual fucking isn't even the main event during these sessions.

I asked him if he noticed that when he's fucking me the pinching of my nipples or his biting on them is usually the thing that drives him over the edge! 

He laughed at that. It's true tho. We'll be having a ball of a fucking time and then he'll do some Dom thing and drive himself over the cliff and explode all over. 

We finally got him to admit that he's a sadist. He hates describing himself with that word btw. LOL.

I think he's also allowing himself to enjoy the notion that he has power over me. At least sexually. FINALLY.  For some reason I believe he's always thought of that as a dirty word. It's not though. Not when seen through the right lenses. Responsible lenses. 

Anyway, that's all the rambling I'm going to do for now. Here's a pic for you to enjoy this Tuesday!

Been Too Long

since I knelt between his legs and put my face in his crotch

since I inhaled his scent and felt the soft velvety skin of his cock on my cheek

since I slid my naked body along his thigh

since I ran my hands along his hips and across his stomach

since I felt his balls in my mouth

since I licked his shaft as he moans his approval

since I winced in pain as he pinches my nipples

since I gagged on his cock as he tells me to take all of him in my mouth

since I dripped pussy juice on my own ankles while sucking on Roger

since I only had to look at him for him to know I needed to be fucked

since I wet the bed with my cum

Mermaid Vibe and KFC

My second toy sure took a while to arrive, I think there was some issue with customs... but it finally came! 

Unfortunately it got here while I was on my period, and then the niece was camping out in the living room, so it was quite some time before BIKSS and I had a chance to play with it. But we managed it last night... after another dinner of KFC double down chicken waffle! Instead of a waffle-chicken-waffle set up, we get this :

Yup. The chicken is on the OUTside. And a whole meal costs only a fraction of what we would have to pay at a restaurant (see this post).

We discovered it by accident a couple of nights back when he took me out to get dinner and supplies, and we were really just craving for some fried chicken so we went to where we knew there was a KFC across the road from the supermarket I needed to go to. And lo and behold, the most prettiest, beautifulest, makes-me-the-happiest-girl banner was sitting right outside the front door. It's new on the menu, and so what if the last 3 times I ate at KFC I had the runs... I was NOT missing this!

Turns out, I no longer get sick after KFC. Good thing too, cos CHICKEN and WAFFLES!

Ok. Now that I got that out of the way...  THE TOY! 

Presenting.... The Paloqueth Mermaid Vibrator!

First off, I like that it's purple. Again. I now have way too many purple toys. But it's pretty, and it feels great in the hand. Like the Aubergine, the previous toy I reviewed, it's made with FDA-approved soft silicone, comes with CE Certification and is USB chargeable - but this one is also waterproof! 

Aside from loving the texture, I also like how they've made it very easy to hold while using it. At the top of this picture I've got my finger over a white plastic piece that's definitely hard enough to support some pressure - probably a good idea if you're planning on inserting the toy. Which is what we did. Only I didn't have to hold on to it myself cos BIKSS was glad to assist. The thumb would sit quite comfortably over the control button so you can cycle thru the 9 vibrating patterns, and when held this way, the curve of the vibrator follows your natural curve! 

It's good for clitoral stimulation too, but since I'm spoiled for choice, I'd probably reach for my Aubergine first. However, as far as insertion goes, the Mermaid is pretty darn awesome. 

Charging port and CE / Electrical waste logos

Pen for size reference

Just a regular lighted up on/off button. No heart-eyed emoji this time.

One longish press turns the vibe on - the first setting is a relatively low constant buzz- followed by 2 and 3 which seem to be medium and high respectively. Patterns 4 to 9 are various combinations of pulses, crescendos and los and highs in different rhythms, and 10 seems to be a "no vibration" setting. I don't know why there would be a need for that, but it's there. Pressing it again takes you back to 1. To switch off the vibe at any time, press and hold for 3 seconds and the blue light will disappear. 

If I were looking for a new vibe, this one would definitely be on my list, especially considering the multi-pattern vibrations, smooth texture and comfortable size / shape for insertion. Great for fun times both inside and out! 

It's a Date - Endgame, QuickRoger, Vadai,

We watched it. Avengers - Endgame. Last Friday. After a quick trip across the border for my favourite char siew bun treats. Only this time, we knew better and I had called up in the morning to place our orders BEFORE getting there. 

Spotted that car in front of us. I said to BIKSS
"How much you wanna bet he's Jewish?" 

After a good pork rib soup lunch (which is traditionally eaten with Youtiao), we came home for me to freshen up and grab a sweater and shawl and then we were off to the movies. 

Our pork rib soup came with added
mushrooms, meatballs and bean curd

But not before we had a romp. It had been a long time since we played, what with the stupid erratic period and everything. So I was totally looking forward to having some sexy time. 

After, we looked at the lappy to see which cinema we could make it in time for to catch the late screening of Avengers. But as BIKSS was checking I cheekily reached under him and grazed his balls with my nails. And he reached back to mess with my crotch. Only, as the back of his hand glanced across my mons he remarked that she was wet. And apparently that was all it took for him to turn around and coax me back into bed for round two. 

Which didn't amount to much cos halfway as I was on my front I started coughing. Like I had a coughing fit. And he stopped moving so I could cough... but eventually Roger slipped out and I don't think either of us wanted to get going again cos 1) coughing 2) movie to catch 3) he'd just had a cum not too long ago.

But BIKSS made an observation "Coughing contracts the vaginal walls" he noted. Smiling.

"I'll be sure to put that on the blog" I replied :)

After the movie we came back and de-briefed (we kinda geek out after movies and check things up on the internet) and then um, well, it was round three. I don't think either of us intended to go again, but the proximity and recent extended period of abstinence (I say extended, but in reality it was like 10 days) and kissing... the kissing is all it took for both our insides to flip-flop and want MORE than just kissing. 

The next morning he surprised me with a bag of breakfast vadai. If you've never had this, well, it's deep fried dough. And if there's one thing I know, every culture has some version of deep fried dough right? Donuts in the US, churros  from Spain / Portugal, You Tiao (or you char kwai - literally "oil fried devil") if you're Chinese / S E Asian - see link above...

And almost everyone likes SOME version of deep fried dough right? 

I had three vadais. In the span of 2 hours. 

That's way more carbs that I should be eating but who cares!

The only thing is, I don't do very well with cold prawns/shrimp so I had to peel them off and chuck them out before going to town on the actual doughy bits - which in my opinion is the main point of vadai in the first place. 

You eat it with a raw green chilli which isn't HOT hot, but does add a very specific "chilli" flavour to the experience. 

And that is how I spent the first half of my Saturday - eating surprise-delivery fried dough and writing on my blog :) So far it's a great way to start the weekend.