Recap, Rx, Restart

Twas the Friday After Christmas...

- I got my very first floaters in my right eye. "Ageing" my boss says. Pfft. Apparently in my case, it's an event. Posterior vitreous detachment or PVD. My vitreous gel is condensing and detaching itself from my retina. It takes about 3 mths for this to sort itself out, by which time clear vitreous fluid will have filled up the space vacated by the vitreous gel and all will be right again. Only time will tell.

- BIKSS went to see my boss to get his health screen report looked at. The centre where he had it done isn't very good with follow ups. And I don't trust them to explain the results anyway. All they told him to do was lose some weight. Tell us something we DON'T know.  My boss was reassuring. The lumps in the thyroid - don't worry about them. The kidney cyst that was there is now no longer there so it's all good. The fatty liver isn't fat enough that it shows up in the liver function tests so just ... well, lose some weight. To be specific, lose some fat. Muscle weight is fine. His blood sugar is trending upwards despite dietary changes. So the boss things after a 6 mth trial of going to the gym more regularly he should recheck his veinous sugar, A1c and potassium. Yeah, kidney function is perfect. But potassium is elevated. The boss thinks its spurious, most likely caused by lysis (the rupturing of red blood cells and the release of their contents into surrounding fluid eg blood plasma). Since potassium is stored in the cells, if they weren't careful with the blood draw or while inverting the tubes, it could very easily cause all the stored potassium to leak out and give an inaccurately elevated reading. 

Also he did all his Hep A and Hep B jabs but still doesn't seem to have developed any Hep B antibodies. Boss thinks it might have been because there wasn't enough time between the final dose and the serology test. 

So that was SOME good news. As for the blood sugar, well, if the next test doesn't show improvement, then it's likely he'll be put on Metformin. Apparently it's pretty good for managing pre-diabetes. 

- I did my blood test in the clinic too. I'll have results next week some time. The lab called today to say they needed more blood. My boss thinks they fucked up cos they said they had enough to run half the tests but needed more for the remainder. He is convinced he gave them more than enough. Besides, my colleague did her labs too and he's adamant he got more blood out of me than her. (She's a tiny thing with tiny veins and not a lot of blood.) I'll just let him draw more blood on Tuesday. No biggie. 

- We sprung for a last hotpot buffet of the year. At an old Thai-Chinese restaurant that had been around since before I was born. It's not popular with the hip crowd, but older folk still bring their families there for big feasts. 

Tom Yum Soup / Chicken Soup with Rice Wine

Chicken tossed in rice wine and fired up! Look at the flames (the bottom right pic has orange licks flying right off the edge of the photo)!  Once it's semi cooked it gets tossed into the hotpot.

This isn't part of the buffet - it's a one-platter complimentary 

seafood combination of lobster, abalone and scallop.

Fish, prawns, beef, clams, salmon, mushrooms, veggies, crayfish, quail eggs, fishballs filled with roe, bamboo clams, sotong balls, scallop-in-shell, and (below) fish paste and prawn paste.

If you've never seen this done before, it can be quite exciting. 

The guy grabs some hot soup and pours it over the 'plastered' fish paste, cooking it bit by bit till it's ready to be scraped off the plate.  The prawn paste (bottom right) gets 'chopped' and pushed into the pot with a spatula.

I believe the last time I saw this being done was probably 30 years ago. It's not a popular sight. Only a handful of restaurants still do it this way today. 

- We went shopping and both of us had a lovely time roaming around Marks and Spencer. Of course I bought more chips. And a black tee.

- We also went to an art exhibition by a local painter. BIKSS wasn't jumping for joy but I enjoyed looking at the art. 

- Caught Aquaman in the evening. Skipped dinner and settled for just popcorn instead. 

- Came home to find that these had been delivered. They're gorgeous!

- Sex that night was great fun. Fingers. Vibe. Squirt. More like dribble. It was strange. But we were listening to "sexy" music on Youtube and I did have a lovely day. Plus there was no more worry about BIKSS's potassium scare and thyroid lumps so maybe I was in a really good headspace. Whatever it is, as we were talking about the bed-wetting event later he referred to it as a 1ce-every-4-years event by my count. I remember two instances in the past, he, one. We said we'd check the blog. I did. I win. Well, one was intermittent leaks, not a squirt. This one was a flow. Warm, wet, and requiring a heap of towels afterward. So far they've all been very different from each other. 

Maybe it's my body getting ready to end this year and start a new one. Going out with a gush, as it were.

Happy New Year everyone. May 2024 be full of fun sex, clear skies, and full pockets. Plus whatever alcohol rocks your boat! 

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

The Toy Update

If you haven't read it, the Paloqueth Clitoral Sucking Vibrator review can be found here.

And if you have read it, here's an update -

We played with it again this Monday past and yours truly wet the bed.

Yup.

As I climaxed there was a gush of liquid under me and I was both elated and horrified at the same time.

While the orgasm was expected this time, the squirting wasn't.

So far, this has been an exciting toy :)

And while I was on the web searching for images of water gushing forth, I came across this gem.

CLICK HERE to see the gifs.

Dos, Doughs and Don'ts

It was Friday again and we had planned to stay in and watch a streamed copy of "White House Down" since neither of us was sure if it was worth a trip to the cinema. 

It was going to be movie and pizza night and I had been badgering BIKSS for donuts all week (ok, maybe the last TWO weeks, to be honest) so I was thrilled when he picked me up with a box of donuts in tow. Sure I could have gotten my own donuts, but that's HIS job!

We came home and ordered the pizza (while munching on a donut each - hey, you can't blame me, they were RIGHT THERE!). Then it was shower time, and because he's always grumbling about me walking around the house in my panties (and he does NOT like it one bit, let me tell you), I waited for him to come into the room so I could ask if a particular pair of boyshorts was acceptable attire. He said yes, cos the curtains were drawn. But before I could pull on a top he had me on all fours on the bed. 

And he spanked me. Hard. With his left hand. (He claims not to be able to tell how hard he's hitting with his left! Pfft!) With my bottom up and my legs at a 90 degree angle to my back like that, the skin is stretched rather more than when I'm lying flat on my belly in bed. So the pain was magnified by just *that little bit* and since I had knickers on he decided to aim lower, towards my exposed sit spot. OUCH.

Of course to thank him for my spanking I sucked on Roger (not that I ever need a reason to) and of course when he started pinching my nipples, I just HAD to get me a fucking. And of course when I told him that now he had to fuck me cos he'd gotten me all wet and horny, he was more than willing to!

Some lively discussion of DD and punishment followed while we were laying in bed and cooling off, then for some strange reason the word "baby" slipped out of my mouth. I am NEVER to call him baby. NEVER. The connotations of my using that word have to do with the role I found myself in in previous relationships. And we had decided early on that I would never slip back into the domineering persona that I was forced to adopt in those relationships. 

Never mind. It's a long story. But after a raised eyebrow in my direction, I realised what I said and apologised. It wasn't any serious offence or anything but we've managed to keep this at bay all this while so I was just (and he was too, probably) amused that it popped out. 

I playfully asked him if he wanted to spank me for it. His reply was, "You just wanna get spanked again don't you?" What can I say... he knows my heart. 

I nodded and he did. Again with his left hand. And I just HAVE to share this conversation with you cos it had me so tickled.

Me: Ow it hurts! If you're not even left-handed how do you deliver such painful smacks?

Him: Cos usually I smack you up here (on my bum) and you're used to it, it's seasoned! But down here (sit spot) it's still fresh, raw, un-used to a spanking. 

Me: So do you also hurt more when you're spanking me with your left hand? Cos it's fresh, raw and un-used to a spanking? (I'm being cheeky... )

Him: Oh, it's not painful anymore. It went numb way, way before. 

I'm filing this under "Things you never hear a Dom say"!

After that he experimented with spanking my inner thighs. I lay on my back with my legs bent at the knees, open, and soles touching each other, making a diamond shape on the bed. It got me so turned on! I think it  was the combination of the sting, knowing my pussy was on display and willing myself to leave my legs spread for his spanking. 

BIKSS alternated between teasing my clit and smacking my inner thighs and that did me in. Eventually when he was done dishing out the pain, he concentrated on torturing me with some clit-rubbing. This doesn't get me to orgasm. But what it DOES is after enough manipulation it sends a zing through me so that I want to pull my legs together, a reflex, if you will. But knowing that I'm not to do that so as not to block his access to my girly bits, I end up bucking and panting and all sorts of things that he enjoys watching me do. 

And then when it gets too intense it culminates in what I described to BIKSS as being like the first 2 seconds of a pee - that internal electric shock of satisfaction and release - and sometimes I think I leak a few drops of something-that's-not-pee, and then it subsides and we're back to just plain horny again. Rinse and repeat. 

Now I never really noticed in the past, but last night there was definitely a wet patch on the bed that didn't quite smell or feel like pussy juice, it smelled more metallic, kinda the same smell as the stuff that comes out when there is a squirting incident. So we're just assuming it's the same stuff, just delivered intermittently this time. We've decided to call it squirties. LOL.  

I *am* certain, tho, of one thing - it feels awesome, and tiring, and after a while I'm not even really there anymore. I sorta float away and then back and then away and then back. Heavenly!

After another good fucking (Roger was loath to let all that wetness go to waste) we eventually got out of bed. BIKSS let me wear a top even tho he had planned to have me walk around topless - I complained that I was feeling out of sorts and the wine and the slight haze from earlier in the day weren't exactly a good combination. I must have whined about "feeling ill" rather a fair bit cos he relented and I got to wear a tee. 

This Daddy lark is working out great! If there's a word I could get used to, it would be "indulgent". (*Kisses* I love you Daddy BIKSS!)

We settled on the couch and watched our movie and ate our pizza and then at some point I moved down on the chaise and wrapped myself around his stretched out leg, my head nuzzled into his crotch, and I just lay there for a little while watching tv while his hand made circles on the back of my neck. 

Bliss!