It’s been a hell of a month, February. Totally kicked my ass in the “You Win Sickness” category. One I’d gladly unenroll from, thanks.
I had to cancel a playdate with M because I was pretty close to pneumonia. Not fun screaming in pain when you can’t breathe. . . and when every other breath is coughing up a lung, not so fun for Him, either.
I had to cancel a visit with a sexy blog friend. I wasn’t happy to give this up either, but again, a visitor who coughs her lung out in your living room isn’t the best sort of house guest.
You need to sit down for the next part.
I did not work for close to 60 consecutive hours.
I cancelled clients during the week, and took the afternoon of Saturday, through the Monday holiday totally off. I slept, I rested, I did ZERO housework, leaving everything up to anyone else who would bother to do it.
I didn’t even feel guilty about that; was really too sick to give much of a fuck. And yanno, the damnest thing happened…I started to get better! I’ve been on two rounds of antibiotics, and the second one is clearing up a secondary infection, but now, for the first time in 4 weeks, I feel human.
Safe enough to try to work out some face time with M –I was worried that I’d infect him, which would be terrible. I have a voice, something I didn’t have for a really long stretch. (more than a week–amazing how many people whisper at you when you can’t speak–very amusing)
All that aside, I knew I was getting better when I started having raunchy sex dreams again. For a while there I was SO busy with work, with family, with kids, with STUFF–filling every waking moment with STUFF…that I forgot.
Forgot that I am a slut.
That I’m horny.
That I’ve got some warped and twisted thoughts about sexah and sex and beating and bondage and (phew…I’m, ahem, getting a bit excited writing all of that…!) and for a long while I didn’t feel ANY of that. I was …vanilla wrapped.
But having that down-time gave me the strength to break off that wrapping, in my head at least, and fired up my libido and my imagination. Every spare moment of late, I’ve been writing. Not many spare moments (while I was sick I didn’t even open my computer for most of the time)…but what I have had has gone to writing out some of the dreams I was dreaming, the thoughts that fall into my head while showering, and the plain old sick fuckery that pops into my head at odd moments.
So thanks for hanging in here with me…I feel like one of the few “old-timer bloggers” that’s still keeping on…and I’ve kind of let you, my wonderful readers, down for the last few months. I’ll keep writing, and you c’mon by and see what’s rockin’ around here, k?
And soon, hopefully, I’ll have some time with the Man and REALLY have some kinky shit to tell you all…one can only hope it happens not too long from now, because this slut needs some pain, some orgasms, and some time with my Master’s hands upon my body.