I tried so hard to get this done last night at 1130, however, my phone was NOT cooperating and my computer was out of charge so it just didn’t happen…So this would be a HNF post instead of a true HNT.
Ah well… Call it Holiday Lag!
Wishing you all a day that is merry and bright, and full of the blessings of family and friends.
Peace to you all, no matter your proclivities…for only in peace can we learn to live together as one people, despite our diversities. I for one welcome them.
Love is love is love is love is love.
Bedtime boobies are the best…and when I fall asleep and dream of him and what he’ll do to my old tits when we next meet? Heavenly Hell!
You know when your dominant gives a gift…not one that is a physical thing you can carry on your body or hold in your hand…something more intangible? He gave me that this week.
Words and promises and…
I’ve wondered, you know. Was he *really* still interested in me? In beating me, fucking me, torturing me? He said He was..
I wondered if it was…you know…habit. We’ve been together for the longest of times, after all. Yet, at times I’ve felt like we’ve been drifting apart. It felt sometimes like I was the only one making the effort to keep in contact, to try to be exciting, or keep his interest in us alive.
We who are submissives are a fucking strange lot at times. We often don’t value our own worth to those that top us. We’re important to them in ways that we don’t always understand. I still need to remind myself of that.
He values me.
Even thinks about me sometimes, despite my not being around much lately.
For about 3 weeks there, we had next to no contact. Work was crazy wonderfully busy, which is great when you’re mostly self-employed. Even on Facebook I was pretty much ignoring my friends, just posting pictures of my kids and pets, some of the beautiful sunsets we’ve had. I was barely even seeing my family. Forget about time to talk to Him! Some days it was just a morning and evening “hi, good morning ” or “Hi, good night” as the extent of my texting. Like I said, crazy busy.
I think he was okay with that,(at least at first) but when you consider that for years I’ve texted him a bunch of times a day, to suddenly be down to two texts a day was out of the norm for nilla. Then this past week, I tried calling him a bunch of times, missing him. He’d call me back later…missing me…and on that went.
But out of the blue, he texted me about wanting to beat me.
When I’d been ready to write and say ‘fuck it, I guess we can’t make this work anymore’.
He wanted to beat me.
It turned me on. It turned me into mush. It made me grin and smile and feel. That’s it mostly-a reminder to feel all those wonderful, glow-y, submissive feelings again, when my life had become 99% vanilla.
It was only a few words but it gave me more than just “hope”. It was more in the nature of a promise, and a small sense of his longing. He’s an older gentleman, and very patient. He doesn’t get frenetic or wild or even enthusiastic. He’ll smile and laugh and be sillly–he’s very genial…but those wild outbursts are not his style at all…so this one sentence spoke volumes.
And tonight we talked. He told me a story of having to find something in the way back of his car, where he has a bunch of things stashed. (Who doesn’t have a Twilight Zone of stuff in the back of their car other than my mother in law??) He came upon an object that he’d gotten this summer…a true pervertable. He held it in his hands for a moment, before searching and finding the thing he’d been looking for.
It refreshed his memory…and his longing to use this thing on me.
“That’s going to welt up, bad. You’re going to want to find work where you only have to stand..sitting will be impossible for days,” he warns, his tone gleeful.
Gods, how I love that tone in his voice. I’m frankly nervous about the pervertable toy…I’m not spilling the beans until after he and I get together about what it is, and what happens after he tries it out on me…(oh how badly I need that to happen!)..then I’ll let you know what he found, and what it felt like and how much I love or hate (or both!) it! There might even be a photo essay involved….!
It’s a promise, this new toy. It’s a gift of a future time to be together, and a sign that he misses our play time as much as I have. I’m not alone in this longing, and that, really, is the greatest gift of all.
Sometimes just a hint of something is more sensual and appealing than showing the whole of it. Right?
I’ve been totally lax about posting HNT’s here and let it slip to M…since I’m too busy to post and HE’s too busy to come see…I guess I figured that He’d say, oh, whatever, do it if you so choose, and if you don’t have time, then don’t.
His response was “You must NOT let HNT lag, nilla.”
So this is me, making time, not letting my tits go lagging. 😀 A pretty little bedtime shot…
that just…popped up…if you will…*grins wickedly*
It’s here! At last, at last, today is the Great Cookie Exchange. IN the manner of a cookie swap, but without actual cookies. (Not computer ‘cookies’ either!) But those of us participating will be sharing some of our favorite cookie/holiday treat recipes. I have so many favorites that it’s often hard to narrow it down. Peanut butter turbans…mmm…good old fashioned sugar cookies? YUM! Or how about reverse chocolate chip? They’re all SO good. I’m actually baking cookies as I write this on Tuesday, though this years ‘new’ recipe has NOT been made yet. If you’re reading this at Eastern USA breakfast time, I’m actually just now baking the cookie that I’m sharing!
Peppermint Kiss Thumbprint Cookies Prep time 25 mins Cook time 12 mins
Soft thumbprint sugar cookies with a creamy white chocolate center and topped with a peppermint kiss!
For the chocolate
The recipe doesn’t look like it makes a ton of cookies, less than 2 dozen. But won’t they look festive on your holiday cookie platter?
Now, here is the list of all the peeps who are participating in this year’s cookie party! Make sure you go and pay them a visit and see what recipes you’ll be adding to your personal collection. Aaaand….
to our amazing hostess, Jz, for setting this up for another year. It’s a lot of work–albeit delicious–and I am most appreciative of her annual efforts. So’s my tummy! Happy baking everyone!
nilla Don’t click this link…you’re already HERE, silly!