Not a great deal has happened over the last few months. I'm hoping that will change in the near future.
I had a few clients, but nothing of a really personal nature, so I didn't feel the need to write.
The next few months will see me travelling extensively, so hopefully a little bit of a chance for some racey encounters.
Showing posts with label Update. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Update. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 29
Monday, December 15
Poorly Sick
I've been unwell with whooping cough. But I appear to be on the mend now. After all I've got my libido back and I've been thinking about latex ... at lot :-)
I've been reading a bit and have an entry to write about a fascinating book called 'The Sweet Smell of Sex'. It was published in 1969 and has its politically incorrect moments, but I found it a wonder.
I've been reading a bit and have an entry to write about a fascinating book called 'The Sweet Smell of Sex'. It was published in 1969 and has its politically incorrect moments, but I found it a wonder.
Saturday, September 13
Back
Just a quick note to let you know that I haveso much to tell you about the last few months. I know I've neglected you and I have some great tales to make up for it.
To come are;
The VacBed
The Dominant
The Rubber Taffy and the dead battery
Shoe Shopping
Coffee with a (unknown) Married
Doppleganger
Latex Galour
plus a few more. I just have to write them ;-)
To come are;
The VacBed
The Dominant
The Rubber Taffy and the dead battery
Shoe Shopping
Coffee with a (unknown) Married
Doppleganger
Latex Galour
plus a few more. I just have to write them ;-)
Thursday, June 19
Absent Note
Ohh, my God I’m so sorry. I’ve been absent.
Life has taken a funny turn and there has been little of no action in the past few weeks. The Not Boyfriend continues to confuse and confound me with is cryptic mumblings. I got stood up for a first date I had travelled over 100kms for. And I’ve just landed in the UK.
I may not be around too much with sexiness but I will be updating my everyday blog more regularly if you’re interested.
Life has taken a funny turn and there has been little of no action in the past few weeks. The Not Boyfriend continues to confuse and confound me with is cryptic mumblings. I got stood up for a first date I had travelled over 100kms for. And I’ve just landed in the UK.
I may not be around too much with sexiness but I will be updating my everyday blog more regularly if you’re interested.
Tuesday, April 8
Feelings Schmellings!
I know I’m not unique in the confusion I’m feeling about Rubbermaid. People around the world are feeling similar things in similar situations, but I have to say this feeling is new to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this confused.
Ok, so for the last twelve odd years I’ve been pretty sure about my feelings towards my partner, first there was deep love, then frustration, then briefly intense dislike, then respect, then a love that nothing will ever surpass, the love of family. Then finally came the feeling that if I didn’t get out of there, there was going to be headlines. Through all that, I still love him and would never want hurt to come to him.
Now, nine months after my separation, I’m into new feelings, or feelings I haven’t experienced for such a long time, I’ve forgotten them.
I don’t love Rubbermaid. I like him. I enjoy spending time with him; despite the confusion he causes my brain. But, do I enjoy his company because it’s just that, company?
Would I miss him if he was gone or would I just move on to the next one? I think I would miss him, even though he’s only been in my life about eight weeks, he feels somehow familiar regardless of the fact I know very little about him (he’s not a big talker). Having said that, I would move on, no tears shed.
Tonight however, I’m putting myself through something perilous. In fact I think a full Brazilian (even that little bit right at the front, just above your clit) would be less painful than what I am to experience tonight; I’m going to dinner with him, his neighbours (who he’s known for five years), his flatmate (whom I suspect is much more invested in the relationship than him) and his ex-girlfriend (who got in contact with him again a couple of weeks ago after she dumped him 6 months ago). To top it off, due to another longstanding commitment, I’ll be arriving last.
Right now I feeling, anxious, nervous and like I’ve gone completely insane and that I should call him to say I can’t make it.
Or maybe I should take my toothbrush?
Update 9-4-08 1147am : It was OK. The neighbours were nice and cat mad. The flatmate was welcoming but bossy and the ex was a whiney sloth who got the hump with me even though I said very little and left after I’d been there 45 minutes.
All is well with the world
Ok, so for the last twelve odd years I’ve been pretty sure about my feelings towards my partner, first there was deep love, then frustration, then briefly intense dislike, then respect, then a love that nothing will ever surpass, the love of family. Then finally came the feeling that if I didn’t get out of there, there was going to be headlines. Through all that, I still love him and would never want hurt to come to him.
Now, nine months after my separation, I’m into new feelings, or feelings I haven’t experienced for such a long time, I’ve forgotten them.
I don’t love Rubbermaid. I like him. I enjoy spending time with him; despite the confusion he causes my brain. But, do I enjoy his company because it’s just that, company?
Would I miss him if he was gone or would I just move on to the next one? I think I would miss him, even though he’s only been in my life about eight weeks, he feels somehow familiar regardless of the fact I know very little about him (he’s not a big talker). Having said that, I would move on, no tears shed.
Tonight however, I’m putting myself through something perilous. In fact I think a full Brazilian (even that little bit right at the front, just above your clit) would be less painful than what I am to experience tonight; I’m going to dinner with him, his neighbours (who he’s known for five years), his flatmate (whom I suspect is much more invested in the relationship than him) and his ex-girlfriend (who got in contact with him again a couple of weeks ago after she dumped him 6 months ago). To top it off, due to another longstanding commitment, I’ll be arriving last.
Right now I feeling, anxious, nervous and like I’ve gone completely insane and that I should call him to say I can’t make it.
Or maybe I should take my toothbrush?
Update 9-4-08 1147am : It was OK. The neighbours were nice and cat mad. The flatmate was welcoming but bossy and the ex was a whiney sloth who got the hump with me even though I said very little and left after I’d been there 45 minutes.
All is well with the world
Wednesday, March 26
Busy Week
Some time has past since I graced your presence and for that I make no apologies, but I will explain. I moved house. There done, now you know and have I told you how much I hate moving?
But a few things have happened in the time;
Met the literary schoolboy, finally
I’m not sure about him, for a man of ethnic background he was surprising racist and intolerant of all sorts of things. Little things that I consider normal he thought was weird. I know we’re all different and although I, at no point felt threatened by him, I don’t think I’d want him in my house.
Plus, he’s 33, lives with his mum and doesn’t tell her were he’s going. She rang three times during our hour and half drink date and he’d told her he’d popped to the shops.
Fu*k buddy or boyfriend
I’ve mentioned the RubberMaid before, so you have a vague idea of the thing we got up to as Mistress and sub, but I have recently because aware that things may be slipping away from that dynamic and settling into a more boyfriend/girlfriend mindset. A series of things happened after the late night phone call incident that have seen him coming over and watching a movie, or just giving my a lift home with him leaving having remained fully clothed the entire time he was in my presence..
I casually mentioned these things to my beautician and her comment was ‘Ohh, sounds to me like he’s your boyfriend.’
I was horrified, speechless and sort of happy. I do believe I even giggled. I’ll keep you posted.
A Challenge Put Out There
I’ve been chatting to a Dominant male for a few months now and have even done a few things at his instruction via telephone (tied myself to a chair while wearing high heels, worn a gag and even called him Master) but on Sunday I met him.
He’s a lovely guy, but I think he realises I much more Domme than sub and has agreed that we’ll just see what happens, but at the very least he knows he has a female friend to go shoe shopping with. In fact, despite a lot of places being shut, we did get to try on a few pairs.
Tantalising Indeed
Also this weekend I got to met the lovely tantalizing woman. She was visiting from paradise (no, not Surfers) and took a little time out to share a drink and some precious time with me. For some reason I was a little nervous which or may not have resulted in me having a case of verbal diarrhoea. I’m not completely sure, I just know I came away thinking, she’s really nice, I hope I didn’t scare her.
But a few things have happened in the time;
Met the literary schoolboy, finally
I’m not sure about him, for a man of ethnic background he was surprising racist and intolerant of all sorts of things. Little things that I consider normal he thought was weird. I know we’re all different and although I, at no point felt threatened by him, I don’t think I’d want him in my house.
Plus, he’s 33, lives with his mum and doesn’t tell her were he’s going. She rang three times during our hour and half drink date and he’d told her he’d popped to the shops.
Fu*k buddy or boyfriend
I’ve mentioned the RubberMaid before, so you have a vague idea of the thing we got up to as Mistress and sub, but I have recently because aware that things may be slipping away from that dynamic and settling into a more boyfriend/girlfriend mindset. A series of things happened after the late night phone call incident that have seen him coming over and watching a movie, or just giving my a lift home with him leaving having remained fully clothed the entire time he was in my presence..
I casually mentioned these things to my beautician and her comment was ‘Ohh, sounds to me like he’s your boyfriend.’
I was horrified, speechless and sort of happy. I do believe I even giggled. I’ll keep you posted.
A Challenge Put Out There
I’ve been chatting to a Dominant male for a few months now and have even done a few things at his instruction via telephone (tied myself to a chair while wearing high heels, worn a gag and even called him Master) but on Sunday I met him.
He’s a lovely guy, but I think he realises I much more Domme than sub and has agreed that we’ll just see what happens, but at the very least he knows he has a female friend to go shoe shopping with. In fact, despite a lot of places being shut, we did get to try on a few pairs.
Tantalising Indeed
Also this weekend I got to met the lovely tantalizing woman. She was visiting from paradise (no, not Surfers) and took a little time out to share a drink and some precious time with me. For some reason I was a little nervous which or may not have resulted in me having a case of verbal diarrhoea. I’m not completely sure, I just know I came away thinking, she’s really nice, I hope I didn’t scare her.
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