It’s Wednesday morning and I am just now writing my blogpost. And I’m feeling no pressure about it, not at all.
You would not believe how hard I’m trying to *skip* a post! It’s bloody hard work, for a wordy slut like me!
My stories are starting to return. I’ve been working on Felicitations, for those of you who thought it might fall by the wayside. I’m planning on writing it to the very end, but that likely won’t happen until next week….this week is chock-full of Vanilla-ville stuff.
Even though I homeschool my kids, there are lots of things happening in the community this week of school vacation (we don’t take school vacations…learning happens all the time, right?) So I’ve been busy with those sorts of things, and now that my kids are older and don’t need supervision every second, I can start to get those yukky house tasks that have languished for years.
I threw out Tupperware.
(laughing…who doesn’t have a drawer full of old and yuk tupperware?)
I cleaned closets, organized closets, aired out the guest room…all kinds of boring and mundane stuff…and as I work, I begin to fantasize. What would happen if…
or what about…
oh! I never thought of *that* in a D/s world. Oh my.
So…although my day planner is full of vanilla tasks, there is a nasty little D/s storm brewing under it all.
And of course, I’m totally sexually frustrated. A vibe is great, but it sure doesn’t replace the Man doing what-the-fuck-ever He wants with me, right?
I might skip a day. In fact, I can guarantee that I won’t have time to cram in stories for this weekend, when I will be in NYC. I’m busy every moment leading up to that. (My mother in law will be coming while I’m gone…ergo…tidying…if only I could keep my wife from messing things up in my wake…I swear she’s like another kid sometimes!)
I’m going to break the writing streak before the 2nd anniversary of the writing streak.
Tomorrow will be HNT for sure……Master’s rule…..but that may be the last you hear from me until Monday. Or…Tuesday.