This is ‘stuff’ but….belated. i had intended to post this on Tuesday, and then with the fuckup with Master, decided to post that instead. So this is actually by way of being a prequel to yesterday’s post. And i have stories to tell, but suddenly my real life is just exploding with stuff to say, to work through.

You know, kinda like a ‘real’ blog. *giggles, snorts*

So many stories in my head again…not that i was “blocked”, but vanilla life was overwhelming last week, and being overtired is hard on my brain apparently……

and i needed to come here and work things out in my head. So if you’ve been missing Kinky Camp in Maine, or any other stories, i promise they will be coming…there are many that are in the mid-point, and right now my biggest issue is time…or lack thereof.

And so with this post, i’m not sure where to start..but then again, you’ve read this far, so that is the start.  But i mean to say, there is other stuff to share. For instance, there is more to Masters fantasy, but this time i’m gonna share it here.  Because this almost defies storytizing. Because in His own words, it is so hot to me.

It boils down to a sentence or two, really.

He and i were talking before Friday Night Fuck, and it was getting pretty hot, and He says:

I need to correct you, nilla.

“Oh, Master?”

Well, it is your blog, and you can write whatever you want, but…I just wanted to clarify one point.

*long pause*

i know He hears my breathing deepen. He knows He has my full, undivided attention. We’ve been talking the scene back and forth for awhile, and frankly? i’m already so wet i can feel my sheets dampening, my thighs are wet…yeah, great goddess, it was awesomely intense.


Anyway, after a very long pause, He smiles into the phone, i can hear it in His voice, that …that …tone that tells me “caution, mind fuck ahead”…and i’m holding my breath and He says:

I never said that the knock would be on the outside door. You know, nilla, many handicapped rooms  have adjoining rooms for people attending to a handicapped person. . .

He continued on in that vein, painting various scenarios until i was panting like a bitch in heat, and almost ready to cum just from His words.

Mah gawd…and HE says *i’m* the storyteller? He is deep and dark and gawd gawd gawd…just *thinking* about the scene He’s created in my head gets me all hot and bothered.


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He’s been traveling this weekend, and so we didn’t get our regular chatting time on Saturday. But we had texts flyin’ back and forth, funny, lusty, sexy, and mundane.

You know, life stuff.

And then when He had to get quiet, i decided to bother aisha, and we spent some fun time texting, as i tormented her a bit about her Sir sending her to a statue.

She’s been forewarned that that is a scene sure to be recreated in a story. Not HER in the story, of course not. I never put friends in stories…

Whoa…was that *lightning*???!!!!


Okay, i’ve been known to do that to my peeps, but i promised i wouldn’t so when you read that story at some point, just don’t picture it as aisha and we’ll all be good, okay?

See aisha, what i do for my dear and beloved heartsisters? Selfless, i tell ya.


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The leaves are changing color and falling, and my allergies are kicking my ass. i *hate* that. Seriously hate it. i don’t take anything for them anymore, i hated the side effects enough to put up with the runny eyes, the sneezy…and i stay in the house for the most part, other than my walks. Eventually i’ll have to go out and rake, but it’s been either too windy or too wet to do anything yet. But the season is s-lo-w….still haven’t had a killing frost yet.

That bugs me.

i dunno why. It just does. Maybe coz i had to pull up my garden last weekend and there were still green tomatoes on the vine that would’ve been ripe by now…but the rules are ‘done by Columbus Day weekend’….it’s not been a factor in years past since we usually have frost by then.

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And aisha might come up to visit me next summer…is that the kewlest or what? It makes my heart sing to think of it.

Despite not using her in a story.


Okay, that’s enough stuff for today. New stories posting at some point, and there’s new flash fiction (micro fiction?) on my alt blog, nilla swirled on the sidebar if you’re desperate for stories! Catch ya on the flipside!