Flitting Through nilla’s Head…


I just started the most boring blog post EVER. Really. Thank goodness for delete keys. :)…and I’ll say that I’m not all that sure this one will be better! *laughs*

Truth to tell? I was sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I don’t have the post I was going to publish as it hasn’t been approved by Master yet. I don’t have time to write a sexy story today, and I don’t have one in my head quite yet. (hard to write sexy naughties, when your 6-year-old daughter is growling and pouting and generally being a tiny ass-ache.)

As I was puttering around the house this morning I was thinking about Master and I getting together this weekend. Sunday, actually. And I’m so needy. And a bit nervous. And if I think too much about it, I get all wet and horny.



And horny.

And you know what? I’m on lockdown as far as O’s go from here on out (that’s my best guess…you KNOW I’m not going to ask HIM that question.)…unless I can squeeze one more out of Him, perhaps tonight or Friday. But one never knows with a devious Master, so there is some trepidation in asking.

He could give me a partial O—that is –play with myself until I’m all juiced up and ready to pop…and then I have to stop.

I hate those.

Love the control, but hate the doing. Then I’m all horny to the nth degree. (That’s algebra talk for a lot. 🙂 *laughs* )

Where was I going with that? (see? see what my brain is doing? confuddled and confused.) Oh, right, lockdown, and neediness. It’s my biggest conundrum…ask for an O and have Him remember that He likes to torment me the few days before we meet? Or don’t ask for an O and suffer in need anyway? See? It’s a –my mind blanks as I try to find a good metaphor…a see saw…and both ends are mired in quicksand! (He’s gonna get me either way.)

Gods it seems like everyone is in such a funk. I am, friends are…I wonder if it’s the season, or the aftermath of living after a traumatic event? I’m not happy, nor sad, just kinda stuck in neutral. NOT that neutral is a bad place, not at all.

Holding the tension. That’s what aisha used to call it…that delicate balance between too much and not enough. Okay, which of us sluts EVER get “enough” right? But you all know what I mean. I’m not close enough to Sunday to be too worried or excited, but not so far away that I’m not feeling anything (coz just ask my pussy…she is *feelin’*…!!)

I have potential for stories but time is so fluid of late. My 9-year-old just said this morning “Can you believe it Mom, April is almost over?” Time is just blowing past at an alarming rate. Soon I’ll brave the allergies and go outside and putter in my garden for a bit. (with a box of tissues at my side!) That always helps to clear the clutter in my mind.

Well, that and a good spanking. 🙂

I’ll be back tomorrow…it is Titty Thursday after all, and hopefully time to let my mind rest and get back to some really good smut.

Happy Hump Day!