Upping the Ante - more lobbying

She hears him pull up.  You can't miss the sound of his car on the gravel.  The only car she's heard in over an hour, their place is always peaceful and secluded.  After an impossible amount of time, she finally hears his door open -- and shut.  She moves into position as he walks across the gravel to the door.

 

All her waiting is now over.  She's shaved -- and primped -- curling hair and carefully applying makeup, what little she wears. She shifts her weight a bit from foot to foot, aware of the sight she makes.  Naked from the waist up, legs covered in black sheer stockings, black satin panties that cover her behind demurely and a pair of heels.  Just as ordered.  She has a moment of silly panic as the door starts to open.  Afterall, it could be anyone -- what would someone think if they walked into the wrong room and found her there - naked and waiting to be taken.

 

But she stands in the spot she selected.  Where she won't be seen from the outside world - but will be the first thing he sees as he comes into the room.  She wants to look at her feet to hide her embarrassment -- but he expects her to hold her head high.  She smiles as he enters the room and looks at her man.  Because he is hers.  And She is most definitely his.  He makes an appreciative growl and she stands silent, obeying the standing order to remain silent until asked to speak.  He circles her -- passing out of her vision  His breath is hot on her neck as his hand travels down her back leaving shivvers in its wake.

 

She shifts her weight again and receives a quick reprimand, "hold still, girl".  She sucks in her breath and holds it and wonders if shaking counts as failing to hold still.  But it's all pushed out of her mind as he grabs the back of her hair and pulls her to her knees, dragging her into position to suck his ready cock....

mini post from the campaign hour 55

Me:  55...aww don't the 5's look like they're spooning?

Him:  Lol.  Spooning?  Now that's a sales pitch baby

Me:  it can't all be ass fucking...oh wait....it looks like that too.

the campaign continues -- and continues

I continue to work on my man -- all day -- little messages -- at 54 hours I sent him my thoughts on Waiting

**********

Before you arrive

I fly around the room

adjusting

perfecting

 

I fold down the bed

prepare the towels

bring out your tools and place them carefully

within arms reach

 

I try not to think about their use

focused on my work

 

I look at the clock

again

how many times now?

impossible to know

 

I'm obsessed with your arrival

I move the table

in case you want to bend me over it

I position your chair

 

another look at the clock

and I strip

 

down to heels

and panties

and stockings

I wonder if you'll like my choice

 

I sit in your chair for a moment

and worry I will leave it wet

 

as I wait

my pussy throbs

 

as I wait

and ache

to hear your hand on the door.

 

 

 

 

the campaign wages on

I had received permission to cum

important for my plan -- although I planned originally for audio
the plan shifted last night

It was his night with the 5 year old -- we were limited to texts
and I decided to strike when he least expected it

and

as mentioned before

I am rarely dirty

it's difficult for me

I don't write racy stories like my illustrious friends
and
am sort of proper most of my life

this caught his attention (His texts in bold)


73 hours from now you could be reintroduced to the animal you turn me into as you fuck my ass

Who's' that?

That guy is the guy that fucks me until I growl

oh, this guy

(Crap -- I haven't hooked him yet -- he's still joking with me)

Yes, he's the one I want

under my hands

my soapy hands cleaning up the mess we made

in 71 hours

a bit later

But right now...i'm thinking of you...I will get out my vibe...and my clamps...and in my mind you'll be pinning me down.

As i struggle fruitlessly

Wet and ready for you....craving the fullness of the plug

and remembering how it felt to make myself cum while you watched me masturbate for you

You will not struggle much

(aha! -- he's paying attention now -- he's WITH me.  Because it's occurred to him - that I'm in my bed -- clamped -- writhing -- ready)

But I'll try

I'll tighten the clamps...trying to get them as tight as you would squeeze until I whimper

(and there's a long pause here -- which -- giggles -- isn't the best for me - -because I'm really whimpering -- holding on to it - going for realism y'all....and having a grand time playing with my man)

Does it work?

Yes...I am breathless

but I hold off....I wait to cum...as you would make me wait

(and holy shit -- it's hard to stop at this point -- because I'm a mess....honestly, if it weren't for focusing on texting while taking care of business - I would have failed miserably)

Good Girl

as I writhe a bit...sore nipples begging for release

but true release is still 70 1/2 hours away

(because we can't forget that this is my goal...)

and I begin again...your cunt wet

begging to be filled...but not yet...he wouldn't let me yet

not before the sheets are soaked...and your girl is covered with sweat

And if he doesn't?

Then I will suffer.

Shall I suffer for you?

Waiting on the edge?

Shall i tease but not cum?

Be clamped with no release?

You will cum

Then I will hold the vibe ...set on rocket high on my clit...until I can't wait any more

until i buck front he power of waiting

to be fucked

and then afterwards

Wouldn't you hate to miss that in person, baby?

I would.

Lobbying

M has said there's no way he can meet me this weekend

and I know what's on his plate

he really can't

well

that's not true

he could

it would involve a complete sacrifice of sleep

but it could be done

He is more practical that I am

but

I've started my campaign

the answer is already no

what do I have to lose?

so I left him a voicemail this morning

"you could be just 3 1/2 days away from your cock in my mouth"

I rarely talk dirty
so it was a nice surprise for him

He asked me later what I was up to

"lobbying", I answered

I have 77 hours to change your mind

"I want 9pm to 2am Saturday night"

(laughing) "well I won't deny you the fun of trying, love -- lobby away"

later:

"studies show that regular sex and exercise extend life expectancy, you are 76 hours away from a longer life"

"76 hours from now you could be reddening my very white ass"

followed by a photo which can't be posted here (Dom's orders)

"your belt goes here in 74 hours"

next up

audio

now that I have permission to create some authentic noise

stay tuned

maybe I'll win...

Feeling down

I was seriously down yesterday

low

I hadn't spoken to M in 4 days
typical for the holidays

texting is not talking

we had a too brief chat at lunch

and all that chat did was cement that we won't have a visit on the weekend

and that he was slammed at work all this week

I was down about my adoption process

and down about work

I wrote mouse a little email and cried a bit as I did

I'm learning to let these feelings out when they happen
and not bottle them up
to come out later in a torrent

they keep telling me that it'll make me feel better
but it doesn't

I chatted online with a friend for a bit
and I flirted with the idea of going to a munch next weekend
knowing that I will chicken out

and

finally went to bed

M texted me
Don't fall asleep on me

No Sir, I wil not.

it's rarely "sir" you know

I bring out the "sirs" when he brings out his domly tone

and later -- when he called
I was back where I belong
in balance

nothing fixed

still no visit
still no kiddos
work still -- meh

but in balance

things are not the way I want them
but I love him
he makes me stronger
he makes me better

and I do the same for him

we work

Begging for it

This is a busy time for M

He has to cram days and days of work in to get his people a 4 day weekend -- then come back and be behind as well

not a lot of time for his favorite slut

meanwhile, it coincides with a period of time when I have either no privacy at all -- or complete privacy.

Right now

no children placed with me
no family visiting
the kiddo is back at college

it is peaceful

and I have been pestering him.

It is a fine line isn't it?

they want us to ask

certainly M wouldn't have required me to cum only with permission
if he didn't want me to ask

asking is part of the power

begging
hmm

begging is an interesting thing --
when I was growing up
if I begged my parents for something
I was guaranteed NOT to get it

they had no desire to encourage begging

which makes begging for anything difficult for me

and yet
this week

I have begged
I have pestered
I have teased
and cajoled

and have been rewarded a few times
and delayed more than once

I plan to ask again tonight

these days

this is all M and I have
He is too tied up with his world
to have more to give me

and often
I am too tied up with mine
to have more as well

but I plan
during at least this brief moment of hiatus for me
to beg
a bit more

in the off chance
I'll get a treat

Penis Pans

http://www.penispans.com/index.html

This website details one women's struggle to find ways to use her penis bakeware in non-penis ways

a good laugh

sfp

Einstein

I have been reading some quotes by the great genius of the great generation -- or at least the one with the best press

and I came across this one.

Love is a better Master than Duty - Albert Einstein

What an interesting quote -- I was actually looking for the quote about relativity

but found this

and

it really hit me.

and I had to share it here.

nothing more

just

this.

Count your blessings, instead of sheep

As that it's Thanksgiving -- it's a good time to reflect on all the blessings in my life -- because sometimes it's hard to keep an eye on them

I am deeply Thankful for:

• My loving family -- generous, kind and caring to the last drop
• My kiddo -- still part of my family -- part child, part little sis
• A great job -- filled with opportunities
• My home -- just the way I like it -- for the first time in my life
• Prosperity -- which is alway a combination of luck and work
• Good Health
• Amazing Friends -- who I won't list -- because I would leave someone off
• My blog family -- still loyal even though I write so little of interest
• Being on my grand journey at last -- even though I've hit a bump -- I'm closer every day to being the family I need to be when my kiddo arrives
• My spirituality and faith that sustains me
• My mind and education 
• and I am deeply deeply thankful to M -- my friend, my lover, my leader, my shoulder to cry on, my rock.

I am truly blessed

very truly blessed

Happy Thanksgiving

Hacked!

Ok -- so two blogs that I used to follow have been hacked

Spirited Meanderings and
Feels like Happy

both have been dormant for some time

and I wonder

if it's because if you close your blog completely I mean totally -not just make it private -- that people can choose to open your domain

hmm

so -- what are people doing with these blogs?

Portuguese and Spanish porn sites -- I assume linking you to some sort of pay site.

the sad bit

is that Turiya isn't the post porn photo type

and Feels like Happy is a sweet college spanko -- who essentially decided blogging wasn't her bag

Both have been hacked in the past week

and I'm not sure there's anything they can do about it

I don't know if it was their account password that got hacked
or
just their blog was closed and blogger allowed it to be used again

but there it all is

filling up my reading pane

and unfortunately -- Blogger is making it difficult to stop following blogs

sigh

(on an additional note -- baby moved to another family where all the kids can be together -- sucks -- but I will try again -- hugs -- sfp)

Holidays in blogland

The holidays in our little group tend to get quiet

either we have little to write about
at lest little that has any spice

or our readers are off on vanilla adventures

and when we come back
we catch up

but it's a quiet sort of time.

me?

Well

I took the little one to the doctor today for his 2 week check up

He has gained a pound

which shocked me -- because he had the runs very badly last week and I thought he might not be gaining as he should - I switched him to the soy

which

as I discovered today -- turned his poo - olive green

like the color of an Army jeep.

While we were there he needed a change -- just a wee diaper -- and managed to shoot a line of pee -- up over his head onto the wall

my boy doesn't have a pressure problem.
today I got the cloth diapers that Nilla sent me -- too late to save the wall -- but appreciated nonetheless for covering purposes.

and while being examined by the doctor

decided to cover him with some olive poo

a full day

after all - they were going to stab his foot and draw some blood -- he needed to make them PAY

my kiddo is coming home from College for a few days -- I miss her -- and apparently there's been a breakup (I didn't know there was a boyfriend) -- apparently SHE is the heartbreaker (no shock -- she comes from stern stock)

and my brother and SIL are coming in on the heels of that.

Bachelor # 2 is out of surgery -- and drunk called me
which was sweet -- I don't think he remembered we were chatting on Facebook
morphine really is fun.

so

yeah

I'm entrenched in vanilla ville.

I hope you all get to have some adventures -- I'll be reading your blogs
and baking

and crocheting hats

and changing diapers

all good things

Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends
and Happy Thursday to the Canadians!

silliness

and in slightly bad taste considering the recent train accident in my home state -- but here it is nonetheless

Be careful this holiday season -- don't do any of these things -- I can't afford to lose any readers.

sfp

Shhhhh

So I have lost my voice

not just a little bit

it's gone

silent

which sucks

because

being long distance makes the phone pretty darn important to us.

But I have asked for permission to cum tonight

and plan to take the baby to my parents tomorrow

so I can be silent tonight

and hopefully strain my voice a bit tomorrow AM in a good cause

in the meantime

the baby is asleep

and I'm going to go have a very quiet cum

because I asked

and he said yes

HOORA-whoops - hooray!

sfp

Babies make me sick

so here I am
with a new BOJ

and yes

sick again

I know it's the lack of sleep

as well as the visits to the disgusting clinic

but I'm here with a stuffy nose
and a sore throat

again

and a snoring baby

who will wake up any minute.

and

no action in D/s world.

Nilla just asked me if I had asked for an O recently

and sadly

the answer is "yes" -- I have

but it was ignored by the man

for whatever reason

he'll ignore me because he's too busy

or because he doesn't think it's best for me

in this case -- I'm sick

and need my rest

and am in my parent's guest room so I can get some extra help with the baby

but really?

I would rather have

a stealthy O

muffled by a pillow

than none at all

sigh

M knows best

M knows best

M knows best

(repeat until you believe it)

sfp

peace

There was this moment - when I had all three kids and no help - and the infant was starting to cry
and

it took me back to those made-for-tv movies back in the 70's and 80's about pioneer life.  Some pioneer woman is alone in the cabin and the indians disenfranchised oppressed native people come into the cabin -- she has just enough time to hide in the root cellar and is praying not to be heard -- and she tries to muffle the babies cries with her hand and smothers him.

yeah

I had one of those moments
where I was completely panicked that the natives would attack if they heard the baby.

fuck

that's when I sent the "Jane get me offa this crazy thing" email to my agency.

but now

things are peaceful.

the baby hmm -- this baby needs a blog name -- I'll work on it.

The baby is still at the "furniture you feed" stage -- so not all that much work.  After all, I didn't just give birth to him -- so it's a bit easier.

and

having the girls here put "too much work" into perspective....also--- other than for a few weeks -- I've grown accustomed to waking up every 2 to 3 hours anyway.

I'm off to see my dear friend Bachelor # 2 -- dang it -- I know he had a different nickname -- but I've forgotten it -- I don't write of him much.  To teach him how to make meatballs -- I'll take the footstool - uh - baby, with me -- as he is not a fuss yet -- and spend some time.  He's going through a rough patch and we have to stick together.

Many thanks to all of you who shared your support -- here and on Facebook (for those of you who read in both places).

Much love

sfp

Update

So -- yesterday - no -- day before -- my Mom got sick

really sick

all of a sudden.

Mom's been helping me with the horde of children
and had to go home

so I was on my own
and while it wasn't terrible.

well - it was
but it was bearable

even though the little one wakes every 2 hours
and the bigger one wakes every 3
and on occasion -- it synchronizes in a horrible way

and you have to prioritize which screeching baby to tend.

yes
other people do this
all the time

but

not alone

and I sent a cry for help at 4am
and in the morning

my dad came by to tell me how very sick mom was - and to discuss whether or not it was time to go tot he hospital

and I decided it was time to say "uncle"

my agency found another family

(huh - -go figure - you CAN find placements when you need to -- pretty fucking quickly too)

and the girls moved to another home.

it worked out ok -- the oldest one was mad at me all day
because I have rules
sigh

so she was open to moving
comically, she asked if she could go alone and leave the middle one with me
but no

I explained that I have to take care of my mom -- and she said ok.

so

I'm back down to one

and

I'm waiting for the feeling of failure to kick in
or the panic that my agency won't like me anymore

and you know what?

not going to let it happen
fuck it

I did my best
it was too much
I admitted it

done.

sfp

ps -- BTW -- how fucking easy a newborn seems after the 2 whirling dervishes have lived here -- he's a fucking walk in the park.

Question from Lurker day

Lil wrote:

What do you feel are the most beneficial impacts D/s has on your life?

Gosh -- what an interesting question.  I haven't given this much thought.  And I'm not sure I can separate D/s in my life from learning more about my sexuality in general

For me -- there is the before-- when I was married

and the after -- when I wasn't married -- started dating -- and ended up in a kinky life.

In the before -- I was insecure.

I believed that no man would want me

ever again

To have the strength to divorce -- I had to decide that I was ok with being alone for the rest of my life

that being alone was better.

I had not had sex for 5 years

and was told that it was because I wasn't attractive anymore

never having had a strong sense of being attractive to begin with - it was easy to believe.

In the after -- I learned that men would find me attractive

that having sex

and wanting to have sex

was good

healthy

natural

Is that because I was in a D/s relationship?

or because I was in a healthy relationship with someone who wanted to lift me up rather than tear me down.

Could I have that without the kink

yes

of course I could

so  -- it doesn't really give me the answer to the question.

I'm not sure I have an answer for that at all -- other than

I get to feel really comfortable and in my own skin -- all the time

and that' a beautiful thing.

I do love me a lurker

I have never known it was Love our Lurkers day before hand -- in all 4 years of blogging during LOL day

and for once
I made it!

Hooray!

and hooray for lurkers -- that's you!

so

shhhh - let me tell you a secret


(we LOVE comments)
LOVE them

and they're super easy

you don't even have to be signed in at this blog
and although
I despise formspring questions

in honor of LOL day 2012
I offer this one time chance
to ask me anything

(if any of you have any questions that is!)

otherwise

Love you guys
I'm headed back to the land of pee

BTW -- I refuse to open my porny package until I can play -- let's bet on how thick the dusk will be on it before these little ones have a home!)

sfp

Update and a gift to myself

So - the kiddos are here
and it's hard

I mean insanely hard

the 1 year old is insanely jealous of the baby
the 4 year old has clearly been the caretaker and is trying to make everything alright.

and they are wonderfully sweet kiddos

but

I do not have
enough house
enough time
enough patience
enough endurance

to do this

my agency worker (who I dislike -- I wrote loathe - but that's unfair) came by and got to see first had how much a handful they are.

and I did ok
but -- there's always one crying
always

and soon it's going to be me

I got the director on the phone while the agency worker was here -- and made it as clear as I can
that this has to be a temporary solution
that

I can't do all of this
it's too much

something's got to give

because -- see - I know the secret.
if the kid's got a bed?
they're not worrying about it
which means - they're doing other things

NOT finding a regular placement for them.

I read my comments yesterday -- and I know you guys are thinking about how horrible it is to split up sibs
but the fact is

that the choices are -- split the sibs
or take the little guy away from me and put him someplace else

because I'm in excess of what I can do
at all
much less do well.

so -- I'm glad they have a warm bed
and someone to hug and care for them
but this is a temporary solution

in the meantime

when I was visiting Aisha -- I got on amazon and ordered a new steel toy - and some pinchier clamps

if you'll remember -- I owe my man 2 orgasms that I failed to achieve and was supposed to do them tonight when I got my toys

yeaaaaaaaah

that's not going to happen

I wonder if he has rollover-cums

much love -- baby's about to start crying again -- wish me luck!

sfp

Where sfp loses her mind

So the little one who is in my home has 2 sisters who are coming into care

I've been asked if I will take them
and

I don't think it's the best plan
but it is a possibility.

there is another foster mom in my area who they are 90% sure will take them
well

they're 100% sure she'll take the 1 yr old

and somewhat sure that she'll take the 4 yr old

and I have consented to take the 4 yr old if she will not

partly because it would be cool
and partly because I really don't believe that these kids are going to go for adoption

so it would be a good trial for me to see how it would work with sibs.

If I don't take all of them
there is a possibility that cps will decide to find a single home for all three and move him

shrugs

I can't control everything

only here's the deal
the prospective foster mom?

Hasn't called them back
and normally she's like me
answering her phone in the potty
soooo ready for her placement

they think she's out of town

so they asked me if I would take all 3 for a few days

and

I said yes

(you could see that coming right?  the title was a spoiler)

I've been thinking about sibs for some time now
and flirting with the idea
and

really
what the hell do I know
what do you know until you've been given the chance to see what you can do

so

here shortly
any minute now
they're going to drive up
and bring me 2 additional little ones

1 yr old
and
4 yr old

wanting their mom and dad
and coming to a strange house

this is a good trial
and then
we'll see what happens

I'm jumping on in for sure.

Round 2

so I just got home
actually
the plane landed
and I turned on my phone
and saw that I missed a call from my agency

fuck
fuck
fuck
fuck

I never turn off my phone
you know
unless forced by the airlines

I carry it everywhere
like a security blanket

waiting

and I missed the call

I called back from the tarmac
and got voicemail

yes
it was another baby
and I was too late

it's a bit like a gameshow
where you have to buzz in

I buzzed in too late
but I console myself that the little guy they called me on
is safe
and warm
and some mom and dad somewhere are getting their chance at the dream
which is pretty darn cool

and I was happy because
it means I'll get another call

and then
a few hours later

the phone rang again

3 day old
boy
do you want to try again

and this time

I buzzed in first.

so I'm waiting
to start again

bottles boiled
newborn diapers out
ready to go

round 2 y'all

wish me luck!

On my way home

I'm writing this in the morning -- to be posted when I'm on the plane

I had a wonderful time -- Aisha and her Sir are wonderful hosts -- and I leave refreshed and peaceful and in a very good place

ready for new adventures

I am worrying about M a bit

he seems to be sliding down into a slump
a depression

and there's not much I can do if he won't let me in

His troubles weigh very heavily on him
and I cannot carry them for him

He's been distant this weekend -- which is normal for him when he thinks me busy

he doesn't call
and rarely texts when I'm on vacation

so sometimes I poke him

Saturday morning -- I was in my room -- shopping for some new toys
and I poked him a bit
asking for an O

and was
ignored

well -- that's how it feels -- ignored
usually I think he doesn't see it
and when he does he figures - the moment has passed and doesn't respond
or

maybe it's just no
who knows

and I was horny as hell
so a bit later on I poked harder

"Sir may I please have 5 orgasms"

and I waited

"five?" he asked

(aha! -- GOT 'EM!)

"yes, five", I return.

long pause

"why five?"

I think, "because 1 is too few and 6 would be pushing it"

the real answer is that I wanted some attention
and thought -- maybe I would get none
or 2
or more than I bargained for
but I just wanted to have some fun with my man

"let's push it" he answers

I get permission to complete it by the end of the day -- as the front seat of Aisha's Saturn isn't the best place -- and we might have another conversation about non-consent on this side of the internet.

so after a nice evening with Aisha and her Sir -- I head downstairs to my task

and

shit

really hadn't thought through how difficult it is for me to accomplish 1 with no toys
much less six.

and I sent my man a series of texts as I muscled through each one

number 3 being particularly spectacular

and after 4 -- finally got to chat a bit with my man online

I admitted that I was stuck at 4 -- and didn't think I would finish

"If you don't clean your place you won't get any dessert", He retorts

this perks me up

"Dessert?  What's for dessert?"

and he answers

"lol -- I guess telling you number 7 is for dessert isn't much motivation"

we chatted for a bit -- he told me to owe them to him

whatever that means

and got some sleep.

sfp

PS -- Aisha -- the sheets are in the washer -- it's the least I could do after the 4.  :)

Refreshed

I needed this weekend

I needed to just get away -- and not have everything that is painful so close at hand
all the time

and

I do feel refreshed

I fear I am not an exciting guest - -I did not regale them with stories
I did not have a grand adventure

that's not really who I am

I am
as I always am

striving for peace.

and I will return home more peaceful.

Yesterday
we went to an art exhibit

part of it was focused on the theme of melancholy

there was a room -- set aside -- darkened
with cushions on the floor

showing a film of 3 girls -- nearly identical -- sitting on the floor
singing the same few words over and over again

for 6 hours

It was beautiful
and very strange

and disorienting

and another artist created a short film of two women with giant white wings

they are learning how to fly
and then later he animates them -- and they fly all around
before it repeats

a third in a different part of the gallery was a photo of a storage cabinet -- about a dozen naked men
were sitting in the shelves -- cramped in -- all angles and elbows but reaching out an touching each other softly

still another exhibit had a drawing called "haunted dollhouse" -- a sort of where's waldo of ghosts -- it was intricate -- and riveting -- and grotesque

and yesterday -- I realized that I was not viewing art as the viewer -- but imagining being the subject of the art -- How would it feel to chant and be filmed continually for 6 hours

what would motivate me to crawl naked into a cabinet
or spend hours jumping into the air with wings to create 100's of still photos to create the illusion of flight.

or spend hours and hours crafting the dollhouse -- so detailed in every aspect.

I was focused on how the sausage is made

and thinking about this
this is who I am
I am the little girl who wants to take the phone apart to see how it works
much more than she wants to call a friend

the mechanics fascinate me

the mechanics of process

the mechanics of relationships - what makes them tick --

why people stay together
when perhaps they should not

why we do the things we do.

and yes
sometimes that makes me miss the beauty of it.

then again
this is who I am

and perhaps
instead of analyzing why I am the way I am
I should just be it

and not worry about having to make sense of it.

Missing Him

I am
missing him terribly

which is silliness
because if I were home
I would not be with him this weekend
he was not free

but the extra miles
make him feel farther away

that and

well - he doesn't want to take away from my time with my friend

I emailed him with a  detailed fantasy this morning
he hasn't read it

it's too early

and add a time change
no chance he's up

writing it made me squirm
with no ability to request and receive permission

a form of self abuse

but better than not thinking of him
always better -- even when it's painful
to have him close to me
in my mind

sigh

this girl needs to be used.

and frankly -- it is easier when you're not surrounded by like minded people
as kink can wander farther from your thoughts

I envy Aisha curled against her Sir -- all while being very happy for her.

She is so very happy
and they are a well suited pair -- complements for each other

yesterday I wrote about how my view of this city was Aisha's view
but last night
I received the tour from Aisha's Sir
and saw yet another city
just as lovely
but now much more complete

It was a lovely day -- I bought some over priced but lovely yarn
and Aisha picked up some amazing art she and her Sir had selected
and a great dinner at a classically where they live eatery
garnished with many many stories

all it's lacking
is a bit of permission from you know who

hint hint

Sir?  are you out there?  ahem -- SIR?  Needy girl over here?

nope
still sleeping.

Happy Sunday y'all

Day 2 in the land of Aisha

Aisha really does live in a wonderful city

but then again -- I really get to see it mostly from her vantage point.

So to me
it's liberal
with a congenial bdsm community
and filled with art
and architecture and funky restaurants

There's this wonderful reclaimed space -- it used to be a slaughterhouse -- and now it's space that's been divided into tiny art studios

We heard someone tell a possible tenant that it's $1/sf per month -- most of the spaces around 160sf

A bargain -- to be able to have a space to create art
and not have to pack it up each day

I spend more time cleaning up from art and crafts than constructing it sometimes.

It made me itch to paint in such a space

the studios were mostly closed up on friday -- but we could peer into each little glass room
and see their space and creations

peeping toms

the rest of the pace is all ducting and exposed brick -- with random stairwells going up and down in escheresque fashion.

I bought a bracelet from a vendor on the bottom floor as a keepsake

last night we went to the local munch
the faces familiar now
a friendly group -- surprised that I don't belong to the group where I live
and shocked that I show no interest in it

where I live the group is all play all the time
and not my scene

and again -- I think of how much my view of here -- is based on the tiny portion that I see -- and that Aisha shows me -- her world view.

and a lovely view it is.

sfp

While my friends are spinning naughty tales

Here I am at Where Aisha lives -- happily curled in a chair -- a variety of cats padding around the house.  Clocks ticking -- and the sound of the coffee machine clucking as it keeps the brew warm

Aisha is showering - her Sir gone for the morning

and as is the morning in Aishaville

it's peaceful.

For those of you who may not recall from last year's visit -- Aishaville is very soothing.

her rooms are encircled with bookshelves - lined with row after row of delicious books.  topped with candles and keepsakes of past travels but not cluttered in any way.

She as a green thumb -- did you know that?
I could never keep plants like this alive -- I am neglectful of things that require food and water but don't cry, meow or bite.

it's a wonderful contrast to my travels

last night I spend the evening on a whirlwind tour of our gigantic airport as they moved our flight - -not only from gate to gate -- but from terminal to terminal....Air Force One had delayed the first leg of the flight in Vegas -- prompting more than one Red passenger to snicker about what our President was doing in Vegas.

eyeroll

yes

he's gambling
5 days before the election - he thought he would spend some time at the Keno tables

I pointed out again to a passenger that Nevada is in contention

and that the President was less likely to be the delay than the secret service.

So -- normally when I travel -- I post little stories -and will continue to do the same -- but I think I will also have to talk about my favorite thing -- food

I arrived at my airport -- hungry -- I like to get there early -- and find something to eat - and found an "urban taco" something or another

amazing what we've done to the simple street taco that I could get for $1 each outside the airport -- cost me $10 for this fabulous fare

um

well -- or this

Why do people think gourmet means making things a different color than expected?   The chicken tinga taco was beyond bland -- with a grayish green cream drizzled on top that was meant to be some sort of avocado garnish -- having recently changed a few diapers -- it was readily removed when discovered to be flavorless.

The xx barbacoa taco with -- picked red onions (because pale pink onions are all the rage) was all fire --but no flavor  -- and all of this was partnered with over cilantroed green rice and beige refried beans.

I wanted to push them all aside and take over.

well -- back to the vacation

Aisha has plans for us today -- we're going to a food truck event -- which should be fun - I love food -- and believe it or not -- do love the creativity that the food truck revolution has provided

and then later on -- the local munch.

at some point -- if we ever DO do the kinky blogger convention -- we SHOULD have it here -- because this is a very lovely city.

more soon!

sfp