Remembering,,,

He has a name, Favorite Candidate, (Thanks KayLynn!), I will use FavCan for short.

I mentioned that FavCan and I have history. We do, lots and lots of shared family and events going back for years. But I am not sure if he remembers me like I remember him,,,he claims he does but who knows.

You see I remember him, well,,,,

We have many close mutual friends and relatives. I remember his crowd and I remember him. Unlike many, he was not in nor going into a ministry. I remember them. Handsome, virile, passionate in their callings, the sons of thunder. They were often surrounded by candidates for the office of preachers wife. There must be something to those scientific studies that say women are drawn to certain types of men. We have pictures, the young women literally look like flowers in brightly colored ruffled dresses, with curly hair and glowing faces. The young men gleam with intensity and purpose.

He was stern even then. Funny yet foreboding. Engaging when he felt like it, he could be unapproachable, particularly when compared with others who were far more social and involved.

Handsome, damn handsome,,,the cutest in the bunch,

I am not sure he understands, he thinks I remember the rest of them so much better and that he faded into the background, he didn’t fade.

We were both seeing others at that time. Each going our own ways.

But I remember,

He was there, handsome, committed, courtly, focused, masculine, a whole bunch of mo’ better.

I remember,

His body is denser now, collecting the muscle mass of aging testosterone. Lines etch his face, dimples are deeper, his gaze is steady, his voice strong. He has even less patience with foolishness, if that is possible. He cherishes privacy and this dance for us is like moving through a minefield. I am slowly learning the restricted zones, exploring him. Peace be still,,,

I’ve been pondering trust a lot lately. He has his way, I have mine, we are similar yes but very different still. All of that remembering, dredging up the feelings the desires of a young woman who wanted nothing more than to be a good wife, a good mother and pleasing to God. I thought Proverbs 31 was a road map to happiness. But I am not that girl anymore. I’ve been battered and the path we are walking is scarred from previous journeymen. We are dragging heavy luggage.

Add in ttwd and fences and security and boundaries and that is a whole new place to be. He is traditional yes, but we have not discussed ttwd at all except in the broadest terms. I fear we are courting simply to have to court again at some point in the future.

What are the boundaries, where is the place called trust? How do you explain that rigidity offers a sense of security at the same time it sparks the battle? When will I know that his way of being is for the best for us and not just a sign of selfishness and all about what is the best for him? When do I arrive at camp everything is ok? Is there a place where all of the secrets out and and you exhale or are there whole new worries to be found there?

Now as we court I find myself faced with new worries. My desire creates new demands. Facing our current situations and the changes that would need to happen for this to become longterm is sobering. Someone will have to relocate. There is no guarantee – none – that we would not relocate again within five years. It’s just the way things are. I am blessed, it isn’t so bad. We have friends everywhere and we would be welcome but still,,,

I wonder after we discuss ttwd what will happen with the kinky? Is there a new kinky or when he looks at me, will he feel he is indulging an overdressed perversion?

Does his r/l inflexibility suggest a greater trustworthiness? Is it selfish and uncaring or stable and dependable?  When, if ever, does the  armor go down? If you are always responsible for yourself and your decisions, does giving yourself permission to explore a new thing place responsibility for all the emotional risk at my doorstep? Am I eternally sentenced to walk on egg shells?

I remember him yes, I know where we’ve come from but what if anything those memories mean for the future,,,how do you know it is ok to trust?

The Fruit of the Spirit

I am in training this week. Our trainer is a high-energy, elfin man. I’m having fun. He’s smart, funny and I like taking the opportunity to sharpen my skills. When asked the purpose of training, he responded, “To be molded, to be motivated, to be inspired and to learn.

Sometimes I hear people use the word training or boot camp in reference to ttwd and their relationships. It always seems off-putting to me, in some ways disrespectful. It seemed to me as partners in a relationship we each have different roles and responsibilities but greater life skills? Surely that is debatable. It seems to me different circumstances require different skills and thus our response is an eternal shifting, the push/pull of the dance.

The person who is phenomenal at the stove may not be the person who exceeds in automotive maintenance who may not be the one blessed in money management. Thus, my disconnect with the word training. Who majors in husband-tude or wife-tudinity? You can major in your spouse but spouses in general, hmmm not so sure.

Also, when I’ve read training accounts as it relates to ttwd it often seems to be focused on a dumbing down or limiting of another, not enhancing or developing. Yes, I know some people ask for help meeting their goals but training? Not really, more like aversion therapy. Training by rote or automation, but not enhancing the communication between partners and increasing responsibility through accountability.

This doesn’t fly in my little corner of ttwd. I guess because despite everything I believe ultimately we are responsible for ourselves. No one can make us do anything. We choose to accept authority in our lives and to become accountable to our partners, meeting whatever commitments or agreements we have made between us. But these are decisions we make daily, whether or not our word means something. Whether or not our commitments matter. We are in this thing together. One partner does not have a PhD is Spouse Management and is thus qualified to train the other. What we should have is partners re-thinking and re-imaging their identities and behavior to improve how the relate to each other.

We see women questioning, ruminating over their desires and motivations. Taking fearful steps inching towards release and change, submission to another. Trying to figure out what behavior will bring out the dominant response from their partner. Slowly stepping back from the front and relinquishing control in an effort to find balance in their homes. We see men revamping and reconnecting. Taking the reins and responsibility for their families. Rising to the occasion of Decider-in-Chief.

Within my observations and experience, both partners evolve and change as they settle into their chosen roles. Life is an organic environment by nature and these partnerships are living agreements, ever evolving. Circumstances change that require different skills. Our foundations should be strong like those of well made buildings able to withstand the changes . When buffeted by storms they flex and bend in the face of wind but stand. Both partners are dancing together, whether it is the two step, the jive or the waltz. When the music of life changes, our dance steps change as well.

We do not live in a vacuum. We are not boys and girls in bubbles behaving in a reactive way while pulling back from life. Simply looking at a checklist without any internal decision making. Disengaged from the other. Rules and checklists are have their place but superficiality fails. A scripted life add hot water, stir, no. How about standards, “As for me and my house,,,”? Are we not looking for a dominant partner who has an inner compass that is true not glued?

There is something called the Fruit of the Spirit and everyone, dominant and submissive is compelled to follow them. They are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness,  goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Does being the dominant partner absolve one of the responsibility of being gentle or kind? Does the title interject free one to exercise selfish motivations and display a meanness of spirit? Also, if you do not have grace and self-control how to you train another to exhibit it?

Or are there fruits of the spirit in addition to the ones above specific to our roles? Hmmm, uncommon courtesy, gracious hostess, responsive, cognizant, connected, aware, focused, committed, attentive, conscious and conscientious. A student of our own partners? Are there fruits of the submissive spirit and likewise fruits of the dominant spirit? And for those of us who stumble so over the titles and names, are there fruits of the spirit for those who seek to live in peace and cooperation with a partner who feels protected or respected?

To get his coffee, make sure his work clothes are prepped and accessible? Is this submissive? How about clean towels in the linen closet, balancing the checkbook, being kind to his mother? Is this submissive Or are these just acts of human kindness and when done to ease another’s day is it simply LIA, love in action?ldk.

I wonder, does anyone else have any thoughts?



,,,Go To Meeting Clothes,,,

I know, I know I haven’t posted anything lately, but boy oh boy have I got things to post Unfortunately, it is late and I need to get to bed, I’ve had very long days this week and I am beat.  But here’s a piece of fiction to tickle your fancies. Remember my libido? It left me sometime back in the summer? Well guess who is back with a vengeance? Darn, my favorite candidate is too far to scratch my itch — but that may not be the case for long

Btw, he inspired this story, I haven’t decided whether or not I will let him read.

He is doing well, if not working too much too. You all will like him. He has character, is impatient with silliness, suggested I might not want to make use my emotions when making major decisions, lectured me (yes I deserved it) and admits we are open to each other. Well, maybe opening is a better word. Letting down our guards as things progress.

Yes, you will like him. I’ve shared a couple of things about ttwd with him, NO, not THAT. But enough to let him know there’s something in the works. I’ve friends and we have a point of view. Kinda inching him towards the whole truth, ya know. I just about passed out chocking on the word submissive.

Enjoy the story and we will talk more soon. Huggs!

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She was standing at the sink when he entered the kitchen. Brown hair draping over her shoulders. No frantic rushing about this morning as she’d gotten much better at giving herself time to finish her morning to-do’s. In the past she’d be flying around all stressed out, guaranteeing they’d be late. But with concerted effort, ahem, on both their parts, she was wrapping up her chores far earlier than usual.

Looking about he could see roasted chicken was cooling on the back burner, while the crock pot held short ribs. Chopped veggies were prepped, with macaroni and cheese assembled and ready to go in the oven when they returned. As far as he knew, no one was invited to dinner but company always seemed to follow them home. Clearly, the old-wives tale against feeding strays had merit. Now, he adamantly refused to allow her to feed strays, of all kinds. Sunday dinner being his only concession.

She’d whipped up a cake for dinner, the last thing going in the oven before  slipping on her dress. Humming, she was rinsing the last of the dishes. The bright clock on the oven counted down and soon the scent of her handiwork would waft through the room. 

Heavy silk swathed her body, draping to her ankles. Some women loved jewelry, others linen, she loved lingerie. Her indoor wardrobe dwarfed her outdoor wardrobe by far, not that he minded in the least. Eye candy, his boys on the beach had no idea what real eye candy looked like, how it tasted.

The pillow hit her in bottom before sliding down the soft fabric to hit the floor at her heels. Looking around, she saw her handsome man leaning in the doorway. The look on his face said it all; desire, longing, an open question bordering on demand. And a pillow at her feet. She smiled, he was insatiable, he’d awaken her early; urgently pressing into her. Yet here he was for more. Back by popular demand.

Thankfully, he was wearing suspenders with his suit pants. She’d finally convinced him securing ones pants did not require redundancy although he occasionally had a questioning look in his eye while dressing. She continued to vigilantly guard against such folly. Turning from the sink, she leaned back, the shifting pleats of her robe revealed an expanse of hose covered legs. Just a moment earlier she was considering running upstairs to slip into her dress before leaving, now the look on his face told her there’d been a change in plans.

Crossing to her, he slid her robe open caressing the woman within. He loved the lushness of her body. She seemed even softer, rounder, fuller beneath his hands. He never got enough of plunging into her. Pushing the robe from her shoulders, captive heat rose from her skin, easing him as a balm. He wanted to see her flesh, suckle at her breasts, manipulate her bottom. Still warm, he knew his squeezes and pats were reaching deep within her, ensuring she remained open to him always.

His wandering hands searched her body hungrily. Laughing to herself remembering his courting game, a thousand and one questions, ”Will you,,,?” Coyly, she dodged his questions, knowing even then she’d give him anything, unquestioning and unrestrained. With gentle encouragement, her robe puddle on the floor. Still he couldn’t seem to get close enough to her, he had to be in her body, now. He searched her mouth, hungry for something, dueling with her tongue and lips. His hands roam over her frantically revisiting her hair, her body, her neck.

Disengaging the buttons at his waist her fingers freed him, pulling him to her. Frantically rigid, he pulsed under her hands practically jumping into her. Once freed, he was heavy in her hand. One hand gently cupped his sac, warm weight overflowing, while the other tugged, clenched pulling him to her again and again with the other.

Wrapping his hands in her hair she felt his weight, leaning forward pressing her, lowering her to her knees. Following his lead, she descended to the pillow, her mouth a warm cavern ready to be occupied.

Gripping him she sucked him in fast and deep, determined to bury her face in the cloud before her. Her hands roamed the thighs planted before her, she couldn’t get enough of him. Wrapping her arms around him she pulled and suckled, twisting her head too and fro greedy for the weight of him in her mouth. Nothing compared to his rigid length in her mouth. She craved the feel of his flesh, the sharp taste of him. Driven by needs she barely understood, she drew him over and over again, her hands higher now, pulling him deeper and deeper. 

Unyielding he filled her mouth, bumps and ridges rippled across her lips; throbbing veins pulsed while she lapped the suppleness of his cap. Rubbing her lips over him again and again. Drawing him in, deeper and deeper. Kissing, tracing him with her tounge. Each time a dicovery, she suckled under his head while torturing his nerve endings. 

He watched her lip wrapped around him. Working her face up and down, tugging and sucking. Spasms intermittently flashed through him. as she suckled, and he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her face. She craved his orgasm, from day one, craved them. She’d never answered why, reason escaped her. She just did and his cumming was her delight. Their couplings were battles as they drove each other towards satisfaction.

Spasms roiled his back, soon, soon, he’d erupt into her. Grabbing the edge of the counter with one hand, while gripping her head with the other, he plunged ever deeper into her. He felt her throat spreading, gripping him as he sank further and further into her. Arching her back, grip tightening as they raced to climax. She wanted to blind him with satisfaction. Cum for me, the mantra always burbled in heart, even now, cum for me, release into me. Anchoring himself to the sink he gave in to her demands, his craving and blasted into her willing mouth.

She knew the swelling, pounding force would deliver his release soon and he did not disappoint. Warmth erupted into her as he shouted his release. Holding her tight his body strained in battle with pleasure and he lost.

Pulling gently, nudging him, she let him go as the orgasm finished tearing through his frame. The force receding like passing thunder. Sated she sank back to gather her breath.

 Smoothing her rumpled hair, he smiled to himself, thinking how she drained him over and over and yet he still wanted more. 

Lifting her to him, he gently kissed her well used mouth. His heart slowly settled down as they rested hip to hip against the counter.

“We’re going to be late”, she said, “and it’s your fault.”

Chuckling he swatted her bottom, swinging her close. “We won’t be late but you have to hurry, I’ve ruined your make-up, sorry.”

“Hmmm,” she thought to herself while gazing at his smiling face, “he doesn’t seem the least bit repentant.”

After one final kiss she hurried away, calling back, “Don’t forget to take out out the cake”

Where Are We Going,,,

,,, I don’t know.

Thought I would take a moment to mention a gentleman to you.  We’ve been talking for several months, long-lost friends who reconnected over the summer. Actually, our families have known each other over 100 years, long-standing members of the same church.

I missed the fact that he was flirting with me in the summer because I did not care. Then I missed it in the fall because I thought he was flirting with others. Then I got busy being sick and wasn’t quite responsive.  However, it was pointed out to me that I could be more attentive — ok, if you insist.

And now, we seem to be,,,,courting. I did not see it coming.

Is he vanilla?  Yes in the sense that we have not discussed power-exchange, DD or Ds. He doesn’t know about this blog or anything like that. 

Is he traditional? Yes, very, we come from the same stock and he apparently steeped in it a loooong time.

Yes, he is handsome, quite.

As he has informed me more than once, men are protectors and women are nurtures. Men have a responsibility to protect and guide their families. Women are to nurture, prepare, care and manage. He also announced it is his way or our way. He is a self admitted chauvinist.

I have not mentioned him before because I was not exactly sure what to do with him. I’m still not. He makes me crazy, jaw-droppingly flabbergasted, generally right before I give him a piece of my mind.

But,,,

I am learning to listen, a couple of times the words, GTH, were just waiting for a moment to burst free,,,but listening has given us deeper, different perspectives. We are learning to be patient and to clarify. It is interesting.

In many ways he is perfect.

That is terrifying. Yes, I fight him in my mind. I may have spoken to him harshly,,,once,,,okay maybe more than once but he started it.

He did announce today that I know he will not return to our hometown. He is in luck that I have a hobos soul. I have opportunities elsewhere and he is open to new horizons as well. We have time and time will tell.

Not sure how things will evolve. I am very skittish and my walls are so very high,,,but I am trying.

Just wanting to keep you guys in the loop.

Oh yes, he thinks on-line dating is a crock.

 

 

Have a Happy New Years!!!

       
          

First Time Encounters – Final

In case you don’t remember, several weeks ago I shared the first time encounter of a gentleman I know. It can be found here,

http://cultivateddiscipline.wordpress.com/2009/11/02/first-time-encounters/

Here is the final post with his responses to my questions. As I mentioned before, I have his permission to share these with you, so do enjoy. CD

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Dear CD,

 

It most certainly did hit the spot, I cannot believe it had been over a year and a half since I’d given a spanking! I won’t let it go that long again, might well kill me! LOL

 

That’s exactly what it was, a mutual stres relief. It really did not show any prospects for a future together; the chemestry was not there and theres that matter of the Atlantic Ocean being between us. It was a fun scene, nothing more, nothing less, was sensual but not erotic, intense but not punitive was fun and enjoyable all around.

 

You make a rather good point; at a spanking party I might well spank a dozen women I’ve never met before. However, for one on one meetings it is pretty much a rule of thumb that people meet in a public place and not go off an play that time for several reasons. Most to do with mutual safety, NOT solely the safety of the women as many seem to assume. I have met a few men who went off to play with a woman they had met online and when they went off someplace to be alone with her there was an armed boyfriend waiting to rob him………. Though for the most part it is the female half of the would be spanking team that is vulnerable. Meeting the first time without play give the two a chance to size each other up, to get to know each other talking about things besides spanking, and is just considered the smart way to go. We had pretty much planned to forgo that due to the short time she was here, but when we left the resturant she was very giggly and was walking erratically as if she were drunk, effects of having flown from London to NYC that very day, and we decided to end the evening there. And we ended up obeying that tried and true rule despite our enthusiasm to the contrary.

 

At a spanking party or social, there are people to come to the assitance of whichever party yells “help”. Not so with private play.

 

Spanking is such a part of me I cannot imagine seeking a relationship that did not include it. I’m careful not to be seeking a relationship even thought that is what I want, as there is that pesky air of neediness that follows love searches. Even within a relationship with a dedicated spankee there is no “guarantee” of a bottom to spank. It is often prone to moodiness and ebbs and flows just like the female sex drive is. Just like wall shaking sex, a spanking rapport can fade, and one must look for compatability in other areas besides intimate encounters.

 

I do lean toward the disicpline, but also enjoy spanking for mutual pleasure and fulfillment. AND a disiplinary dynamic is EARNED not simply created by one being deemed the disiplinarian and the other the disciplinee (or because ‘IT IS WRITTEN like some of the off the wall lunatic fringe of the DD world claim), but rather it EVOLVES, and the dicipliarians authority depends on his accountablity.E.g, if he’s gonna tan his womans hide for being sloppy, he’d BETTER not be the King of the Slobs himself or it is not DD it is hypocritical ABUSE. If he’s said he’s gonna punish her if she touches a cigarette, HE had better not be sneaking smokes behind the barn, etc. Two people might meet deciding they want to FORM a DD relationship, but if he thinks he already has that authority because his genital are external, then she’d best have the good sense to laugh in his face when he says “Me man, you bend over”! IMO.

 

I am all for unattched men AND women “spanking around” before they commit themselves to one person. And I say this knowing my personal propenstiy for jealousy. Refer to my above comments about the need for compatablity to go beyond spanking as it need go beyond the bedroom. If I could set up 20 playdates a month I would happily take them all, being careful not to settle for one I played with simply because she likes to be spanked and “will have me”.  I am by my very nature, unpromiscous when it comes to intimacy, yet spanking play, roleplay, disipine dynamics etc, are like breathing to me, and as many as I can spank right now I’d like to go for. I learned too bitterly that to go around with a flower in my hand like Oscar Wilde looking for love is the same as hanging a sign on myself that says “use and hurt me”. And an earth shattering spanking dynamic might well run it’s course as soon as it begins. So right now my stratagy is simply to have fun, and leave myself open for the one God might truly intend me to be with……..And to redden a lot of botttoms

 

Hope this was worth the wait,

 

 

 

First Time Encounter Continued,,,

Several weeks ago I shared the first time encounter of a gentleman I know. It can be found here if you don’t remember,

http://cultivateddiscipline.wordpress.com/2009/11/02/first-time-encounters/

It’s been awhile . I wanted to follow-up and give you my questions and his response. It seems to be a little bit of a slow season here in the blogosphere, so I will get these posted for those who are reading.  Today you have my questions and day after tomorrow you will get his response. And as I mentioned before, I have his permission to share these with you, so do enjoy. CD

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Hey There,

Sounds like it hit the spot! Literally and figuratively

That is exactly what you need sometimes, a paddling. All stress-relief doesn’t have to come in the form of an intimate relationship with an eye to the future. I missed your earlier post and now I have questions .

Here goes, You did not specifically plan to play on the first date, instead choosing to wait overnight. How do you think that made the spanking better? Do you think it would make’s sense in the future to plan not to spank on the first encounter or is playing it by ear the better way to go? If you were attending a spanking event and it was a first time encounter would you have spanked on the first encounter anyway?

What are you searching for, a spanking relationship (i.e. a guaranteed bottom to spank)? personal relationship (intimate and spanking with an eye towards commitment)?

Do you think intermittent ‘boosters’ like this will facilitate your search? Do you think it matters if you are looking for a personal relationship — that you engage in these sort of ‘mental-health break’ encounters? A detriment, a plus? If you are looking for love, would you consider looking for love on ‘vanilla’ sites? If a person is looking for love can spanking be viewed as just another hobby or characteristic like the farmers dating sites or quilters dating sites? Or, if one is incorporating it in a disciplinary fashion should it be taken more serious?

Lastly, do you think people who are out of relationship but open to relationship put too much pressure on themselves to conform to a ‘norm’ or someone’s idea of the ‘right’ thing to do. Such as, not allowing someone to spank them unless they have some sort of commitment or relationship structure (i.e. a mentor, therefore the spanking is due to being ‘disciplined’ ). Or allowing someone to spank them in hopes of securing a commitment (i.e. a purported first date to determine the depth of a persons ’submission’ ). Or should they just spank away? Is the challenge in casual spanking encounters that some see spanking as an avenue for behavior modification (i.e. discipline and punishment) and therefore cannot enjoy the encounter at face-value?

Lol, uh yeah, turning you into the spanking guru here — sorry, I’ve had waaay too much coffee this morning. But I am very interested in your responses,,,

CD

 

Merry Christmas One and All

“For unto us is born this day, in the city of David,,,”

My friends, to you and yours, I wish joy and peace this holiday season.

Join me as I approach this time with a sense of anticipation and joy. I am grateful, not for the packages around the tree but for the gifts of family and friends, of comfort and health. I am grateful for life which brings continued opportunity and possibility.

Blessings and hope to you all this holiday season.

Merry Christmas, CD

I’m Alive,,,

I am sore, very sore, but I am alive.

I am on two weeks bed rest, per the doctor, ‘You had surgery, take it easy”. After getting her to explain in painful detail exactly what take it easy means, (Me – ‘ I can walk two miles a day for the next two weeks’  Doc – ‘You will walk no miles a day for the next two weeks and two miles a day in week three’), I expect to do nothing for the next 14 days, ‘dramatic sigh’.

 

My stay was interesting. The hospital has one very long hall, approximately two city blocks. It runs through the middle of three buildings, forming the hospital campus. After the first day they nurses wanted me to walk around the nurses station (ten yards, seriously?), only the nurses station. Well they said ‘ambulate’, and that’s what I did, ‘ambulated’ (which is why I know I can walk two miles, I did it in the hospital). The doc was horrified when she found out, but that is another story.  

Starting at the burn unit and ending at pediatric oncology, I walked back and forth. This hall seems like a hospital as visualized by the Wachowski brothers. Thanks to HIPPA, it is basically a ghost town connecting a series of specialties behind flanking, insulated doors. But life and the living burst through despite our best efforts to conceal it’s existence.

Four cases of windows form the nursery, they are now permanently covered – but at certain times of the day you hear a chorus of little wails behind the blinds. Small children, released to go home, stroll along, unperturbed by the stranger pulling a beeping machine. Pairs of adults appear from flanking corridors while hurrying off to a surgical wing.  Young fathers vibrating with energy carry Mylar balloons to visit the future. An art gallery full of the works of young oncology patients lines the walls. Hospital staff flash in and out, rushing from one area to another. Smiling and encouraging the strolling patient.

All in all it was interesting. A lot like life here I see,,,

A brief scan across our blogosphere shows the beat goes on. We have good days and bad days, challenges on many fronts. There is much to learn, consider and reconsider as life goes on. Flashes of color and life along the stark vastness of the information highway. Soon, there will be much to say, I promise. 

And yes, it’s really nice to have someplace to come home to,,, you have been missed. 

Finally and then some,,,

Tomorrow is the big day. I am expected at the hospital at 8a and by 11a I hope to be counting backwards to ten. I am ready for this to be over – past ready.

I’ve been told to expect to be in the hospital until the weekend which is fine. This will be followed up with one week of bed rest and two weeks of taking it easy. I will be nice new and fully-functional for the new year, yayyy!

Thus, I will not be writing here, commenting, or much of anything here for the next few weeks. My friend, Sexy Butterfly, is stepping in and will keep you abreast of my progress. Btw, she picked her own name and at best, she is submissive in the  same way Gemma Morrow is, you’ve been warned. Who knows, between my blog and reading everyone else on my blogroll, who knows, she may be bitten by the blogging bug too.

I know, I know, I owe tons of comments. I am so far behind on my reading and commenting but hopefully I will catch up by Christmas.