I know Ya’ll want a story but…

i’ll get to it, i promise!! it’s Monday night and i’m working on Wednesday’s blogpost…..and now- you got this instead. See, i have a reason.

i’m tired.

so tired.

so wonderfully, amazingly, totally, bone-crunching tired.

That’s what being a well-fucked sub will do to ya. Some new experiences, oh, so good, so good so so so good. But i’m still processing, still…on my cloud, i guess.

i promise to start throwing a few bones your way. then again…i like bones. Hard, stiff ones…but *shakes self* …i digress…

So, i was reading my vanilla blog, marveling at the changes of my hair over the last 4 years. Will Crimson has been having a discussion over at erotic writer about middle-aged women and long hair, which dovetailed neatly with the other discussions zinging around the blogosphere, like on sin’s blog about hair being cut.  Four years ago i was blonde with very short hair. So, amused a bit, and wincing at some particularly ugly shade of blonde (i tried about 3 of them attempting to get back to my ‘natural’ color, which was a honey blonde when i was a youngling), when i came across this entry:

Sept 17, 2006  Kinky-now, you may enjoy kinky stuff, and I will confess to seeing some (can you believe what you can see on the internet for FREE?) and I confess to trying to not be like my mom and be a prude at 47. I’m not particularly comfortable discussing kinky things, but still I think many of us are curious about it.”

This was  3 years before my personal explorations began;  i’d certainly seen things on the internet, like the time i was rushing through typing in “books.com” and mistyped boobs.com.

Whole different kind of site!

Anyway, i was doing weekly entries for each letter of the alphabet, a challenge a fellow blogging buddy had gotten me into. i just find it fascinating that my interest in kink had that one little “blurp” that i actually wrote about in vanilla life.

i’ve said several times, (tho maybe not here) that if i hadn’t had a HUGE fight with my wife, vanillamom would never have been born. Huge as in …i was thinking of leaving i was so upset kind of huge. Huge as in … in need to do *something* so i don’t fucking explode, kind of huge.

‘sall about finding that silver lining, i guess. Although i am a pessimist by nature, i work hard at *trying* to find good in bad. Not always successful, but i do try.

Take, for instance, aisha’s recent flurry of posts about wooden spoons. It made me think about Sir’s silver cake turner thing. And how much i hate that fucker.

So i bought Him a pancake turner. i didn’t think to take a picture. Dammit. It’s thick, bamboo, lovely smooth finish, and the sides down by the bottom of the “turner” part curve ever so gently.

i have a new toy to hate.

and love.

and hate.

That fucker stings like nothing i’ve felt before. O. Gawd. He’s laughing, and chortling merrily, and loving it. Gliding His hand down the smooth finish…”WHAP! wHAP! WHAAAAP” …

“niiiiiicccee” He laughs with glee.

“Great sound, and you should see how red your ass is now, nilla!”

He packed it reverently in His toy bag when we were leaving the hotel.

i’m glad He liked it.

i think.