It has taken me all week to work out the kinks…no…egads! Heaven forbid! Nilla should *never* work out any kinks… 🙂
It has taken me all week to adapt to the time change. I have spoken to no fewer than half-a-dozen people who have all had the exact same issue as me…a terrible time falling to sleep, awake until 1, 2, 3 a.m. then oversleeping and groggy. Wednesday night started the recovery, and last night was fabulous. I am hoping that tonight I’ll get another good night.
I have been SO FUCKING BUSY today.
I had 3 various jobs to attend to, and I’m happy to have the work, but seriously? I’ve been up since 630, and by 730 pm I was just about finished.
And I have this GREAT idea for the next chapter of UnderDom, and do you know how immensely frustrating it is to have the idea, some of the dialogue and all in my head…and to have zero time to write it? Now at 9 p.m. my brain is fried, so I’m afraid you all are going to have to put up with another rambly nilla post. I know some of you like these sort of posts…after the one I wrote for Thursday? I was shaking my head saying, whoops, there goes some readers. This post is boring as shit.
And yet? There you all go, saying how much you enjoy my rambling soliloquies. You all are strange. You know that, right? 🙂 I say it with love, pervie friends. *I* think it’s boring, at any rate.
I think I left you all (regarding Master and my playdate) in limbo. And yanno, that’s okay because that is exactly where I am. He told me that he’d let me know on Wednesday where we were going. He had a late, late meeting, and I talked while he drove home from it around 930 or so…and I asked and he said he’d been too busy. He’d know on Thursday.
So of course I asked on Thursday.
“None of your fucking business slut. I’ll tell you what you need to know when *I* feel you need to know it.”
That so fucking turns me on. Even just *writing* that makes me all wet and giddy. It’s not that I forget that I’m his slut, or that I’m submissive…it’s just that these type of circumstances don’t come up all that often. When they do it’s like … BLAMMO!
Kind of like how some sluts must feel getting stuck under a desk, or laying on the floor at the foot of the bed. It’s a status position, perhaps? Lots of times I feel like I do “D/s Lite” since I’m not in the 24/7 club. But then we have one of those moments and it makes me grin and go (to myself) ‘oh hell YAH! I’m an owned, collared, submissive piece of property!”
And then I giggle about it. Like, for days.
So I have NO idea what we’re doing. He did send me a text tonight. I was midway through job two, headed to job three, and telling him how tired I was.
“Better get some rest-you’ll need it.”
And he refused to elaborate. He makes me nervous and giddy. I did tell him there would be NO fucking in the museum. He didn’t reply to that one. 🙂
and no that was NOT a gauntlet.
*gazes off dreamily*
oh! are you all still here? *giggle*
yeah. lotta giggles here of late.
So…I DID do some writing the other day, but that was before the breakthrough in my head about UD. So back to tentacles tomorrow…this warning is mostly for aisha…but really, there isn’t much in that chapter to be ookie. Lotta stuff about my home state, if you’re curious about the wonders of Massachusetts. 🙂 Hopefully that will post on Sunday, and …don’t worry if I don’t have a post up on Monday. I have a job that morning, and I suspect it will take all my energies to get there and do what I need to do….whether it’s Museum Day or fuck-n-beat-nilla Day. That man wears me out. 🙂
I’ll be away from my ‘puter for two days, so don’t fret if I don’t respond to your comments right away, either.
If we do the beat n fuck thing? I’m going to be sore as shit. I’m all out of beating practice (again) and the last time he went somewhat easy on me, and I was groggy for two or three days.
That’s part pain-recovery, and part sub-space. It takes days and days for everything to process and filter down. We are always very close after one of these playdates…we process together. I’ll remember something, and we’ll laugh or reminisce…and then he’ll say “do you remember…?” and I’ll say “no” and he’ll tell me a bit. Sometimes I do recall, and sometimes it’s just gone, until days later it floats to the surface of my brain.
Funny thing is, I LOVE our playdates, but I also equally love the after part, where we sort out the day, our thoughts and feelings of it. It’s a different sort of aftercare than just being held and cuddled.
I suppose it is emotional cuddling. (that’s a lovely image, isn’t it?)
Well, it’s up early for work for me tomorrow, so I’m going to call this done. Here’s hoping that you all have a lovely, wonderful weekend. We’re supposed to be snow-free, which is a blessing. Have some crocus leaves poking up in my garden, and snow-drops blooming (yay for blooming flowers!) as well as daffodil leaves. The snow recedes and suddenly there is Spring, coming out of hiding. Almost time to plant my tomato seeds, and put on my Farma nilla hat. (You know us New Englanda’s drop our ending ‘r’s’, right? *laughs*)
And I think Master is going to get some crops in this weekend as well.
I crack myself up.
Happy weekend pervie readers!