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{April 26, 2017}   Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys

Being the good Polish girl that i was brought up to be, this idiom rings true in my Life. Basically – If it’s not your monkey, and it’s not even from your circus, then it’s not your problem.

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i won’t interfere or bother myself with trouble in a place i don’t belong to or have no authority — it’s someone else’s job to deal with this.

The problem i have is when another person assumes you took a side when you only acknowledged someone’s frustration concerning something. And we do this with all friends and acquaintances that we are connected with on some level.

The other problem i have is when said person decided to email in a hostile manner without giving much thought into how it would be received. There was no context to what or who it was pertaining to. It does not make it any better when they write using the fact Community Leaders need to be careful who they “support”.  Being somewhat threatening to where our “loyalties” seem to lie, in my opinion, is a very low place to go. This person did not have the right to do that and was very disrespectful. It would be like me going to her Sir and lecturing him on who he should or should not associate with.

The next reply after Sir wrote her was to apologize that the email might be taken hostile.  It then became an email under the guise of being helpful, however, at that point, the damage was already done.

i would think that being mindful of the written word especially in this circumstance would have been prudent. If i ever did that to anyone and Sir found out – my arse would be more than black and blue (and not in a fun way).

i am the one that had to deal with Sir after this interaction. It was not pretty at all. He kept thinking He did something wrong and went back to see if He wrote something that could be thought of taking a side. There was not. We as a couple, ensure that is the case especially when drama may pop up. We are just as confused as everyone else once it started to explode in front of us. All we had were questions and it definitely wasn’t the time to ask them.

Perception can be a bitch – I agree. In this case, the person was making an assumption on something without even asking where we might have stood on said topic. And sadly we had to guess what the person was referring to initially.

Apparently, it is fine that they are able to pick a side and declare it – yet it is not allowed to others even if you are a Leader in the community. Personally, i do not think they should have stepped in either. Let the people that are running the event, clean up their own shit. All this is doing is making the lines pretty clear where people stand.

As Sir has said before, we will be Switzerland. We do not know either parties side to the situation and likely never will.

We do not attend this event due to when it is scheduled – usually a work weekend for Sir.

It is unfortunate that this has become a Shit-Show for all of the Fetlife participants and for the Community at Large in the City to witness. We did not consent to this mess being splayed across our screens (actually “gagged” individuals on my feed because of this) and i do not think people should drag others into it – even if it is only an assumption.

This is also unfortunate to what is going and is happening to the BDSM/Kink community.

I do hope it improves or at least all Egos are put on the side for the sake of the community without splitting it even further than it is.

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{August 2, 2016}   Falling from grace…yet again

Ah – the Annual FFG camping weekend has come to a close. No huge epiphany – just that i enjoyed this year more so than the last couple and this sunburn is so worth it – along with the bruises creeping up on the skin underneath it. This will be a longer post – it was 4 glorious days of being with a community i love.

A Kink fest at its best and worse. It was a time to spend with kitten, Family and Friends. i think we got more bonding from our experience this year – even though our campsites were across the small pasture almost in a triangle. It was the idea of picking up that chair (or Einstein blankey in my case – love sitting on his face he he) and wander over – take the time to meet and greet – along with the camaraderie that exploded each time it occurred.

Every evening was set around the main fire, or a campsite – relaxing, enjoying the sight and sounds that were being emitted into the air. The atmosphere of debauchery was addicting to say the very least. You wanted to participate in something, anything, and you went to find it and take what you needed. It wasn’t a time to be anxious, afraid, shut in or shy away. It was a time to be liberated, have the confidence, enjoy the weekend for what it was and what it was willing to give to you.

There were mini beatings, chase downs, wrestling, sharing of drinks and foods, laughter and a couple of serious moments. There were tears, cackles, giggles, “bend over – show so and so your marks”, ”ow Motherfuckers”, and Thank You Sirs/Miss scattered throughout the day and evening.

Last year, we didn’t play in the dungeon – just in our camp/tent and it didn’t really satisfy the needy pain slut that i am. Sir fixed that problem this year – He reassured me it was going to happen one way or another. I got an awesome beating, more humiliation play than He usually does in public, broke one of Sir’s tools which He then decided needed to be planted in my ass as a flag pole till He was done. A quick pass out with a cunt punching to revive me. Yep – happy fucking slut i am. Sir did hurt Himself – He fell backwards off the stage – though i didn’t realize it as much as others – yet He finished our scene and got His feet nursed. Me thinks He loved that part a touch LoL – It looked like He twisted His ankle, and a small cut on the other.

i met “bubba” a beautiful tool (police baton) that weekend – Miss J’s tool that She let Sir borrow and She also applied to my ass. The thud of that thing was most wonderful.

i have bruises on my ass, the inside of the crack of my ass, the backside of the thighs, the upper arms, shoulders, the back, and sore on my jaws.

i got to be used from several of the family and honorary family, slapped, hugged, poked and prodded from friends, and used as a demo bottom for a predicament piercing workshop (fucking loved this).

Sure there were some things that made me turtle a touch – that is expected at events like this – my kink is not always your kink. Accept it and move on or deal with it. You are responsible for yourself foremost. i was reminded of this from Miss J – take ownership of your feelings, your health – because you cannot be of service to others if you cannot be of service to yourself.

There were body play/primal workshops – our presenter was going through all the body parts and what could be done with it. It was an interactive workshop. Knowing the body had a stomach/ribs/face – i learned to sit there, turn away my head, refocus on something else till it was done. Open hand slaps i can get through, closed fists not so much. i was proud of how i dealt with it. Last year, i couldn’t deal with a take down happening in our camp area- and ensured i was somewhere else and chose to read/colour till it was safe for me to join our little world again.

There was a breast bondage/torture chain gang happening – Kitten wanted her partners there as she was participating, i had to decline. It is not something i can watch/listen to. Knowing your limitations is a big thing – taking the responsibility to deal with it is mine alone. Instead Sir put me in Miss J’s care while He went to be with Kitten.

It was nice to have that one on one time with Miss J – She is a woman i respect and look up to. She asks really good questions as she wants to know the whats/whys – and makes you think as you answer. She is a logical one – it is one of those things i respect highly. At one point, She coached me to follow Her to Her campsite (as if i really had a choice) allowed me to put my blanket down and face away from the action. She talked through it, giggled a touch, introduced her girls and explained the dynamic at Her tent. She trains other Tops – two of Her girls were there – one celebrating 1 year of Service to Her.

Eventually Sir and kitten came over, as did everyone else in our little “family” – we sat around in the shade (being it was the shadiest campsite at that time). We watched a scene of another campsite – a cute little bratty kitten getting punished. At one point, her owner put his toy on her back and wandered away. She didn’t realize we were watching and threw it on the ground. We called her out..she put it back and tried to shush us – well you can imagine how that went over…he he. Her ass is some lovely shades of purple, black and blue – with hints of yellow now.

The piercing was a great experience. i was one of the demo bottoms that Sunday evening – the last workshop of the weekend. Sir Chat pierced just under my breasts, and thread a string through – used to pull, twist, attach to the piercing on my thigh. The feeling of it when He had me lay back – show what you can do – and when He was done – pulled me straight up off my back in a sitting position from the breast. It actually made me love needles/piercing even more. The lovely bruise left over is a awesome reminder of it.

At nights, we shared our tent with kitten – enjoying the time we were able to get. The time to snuggle, stroke, make love, giggle, have fun and just enjoy each other’s company. Not dwelling on the what ifs, could haves and wish i did… and enjoying the things that in fact did happen.

Once in awhile Sir allows me to switch with Him – as He does enjoy it on occasion. i took the opportunity when it arose this weekend and went with it. Fuck, i love when He struggles, and fights yet wants to have “all the things”. Teasing and encouraging is something i am really good at. i love using my body to hold Him down – a little unorthodox with some of the moves – however it works.Kitten wasn’t sure what to do or what the fuck was going on initially – he he – though she got right in there when it finally clicked. After warning her that Sir is a fighter – be prepared – she learned a few things about herself me thinks.

The fireside chat is as always a highlight Saturday evening hosted this year by a Friend of ours – a bunch of people around fire, talking about kink in general – bouncing thoughts/ideas/questioning each other – learning things about yourself, your neighbours and getting you to see all the different views there are.

One of our favourite friends (Handler/pony couple) were in full gear and giving cart rides. Glue looked fabulous in his gear. They did a workshop during one of the afternoons, making bits and showing how their dynamic works. There was a point where two ponies were pulling that cart. In a sense, i have missed that – in another – not so much – not as young as i used to be.

The heat on Saturday was yucky – i don’t think i ever saw a campsite nearly shut down as much as it did. Our bodies tired and drained – finding inventive ways to cool off. The truck pool was an awesome idea, pails of water with sponges, a hose down, a swim in the creek – you get the idea.

That afternoon was very hot – Sir took me to get me into a wet t-shirt – the hose spray was cold and nice. i didn’t realize it was just before cocktail hour as they were setting up…and He took full advantage of this. Hands behind the head trying to get away – soaked inside and out. Being told NOT to move away. i didn’t panic as much as i thought i would when He would spray close to my face. Splashes of water lightly tickling me…instead i focused knowing Sir wouldn’t do it yet get close enough to see if He could get more and more. Having water in my face is one of those things that is a hard limit, and i am honestly working on. i am proud i didn’t freak out – went with it – trusting Him as i should. It was a fun moment – and i didn’t let it get in the way.

After this – we wandered back to the campsite – with the need to towel snap me along the way. i thought i would take advantage of a limping Sir – NOT so much – Sir L was coming up the other way to pounce if i decided to bolt in Her direction LoL – Sir had back-up – She may be this tiny little person – though i am scared she would take me down very quickly…Sir finally caught up with me after we basically went into circles for a few laps. He grabbed my collar and dragged me along to the tent – got a few more hits for being bratty enjoying the adrenaline rush it just gave us. It was fun to be silly and not have a care.

Thankfully we live about 10 minutes from the campsite – hot showers, hot good coffee and a nap one morning helped us get through that weekend. Kitten got to finally see where we lived, and saw/played with the fur-babies – see the wall of books, and just generally how we live. It was nice to share that part with her. At one point, she gave me a present – a handwritten letter and an unicorn sticker (i collect all things unicorn). It was a sweet gesture – especially taking the time to hand write a letter. That probably meant more than the actual words written.

Another highlight of the weekend was the oil wrestling. We have a friend who is a little bitty person – take on a bigger competitor. They did a wonderful job of actually taking it into over-time to the surprise of everyone. We all hooted and hollered for them – the underdog – who nearly did win the match. One of the better matches that happened in my humble opinion. The best line ever was “let go, or I will smother you.” It was a lesson of Never underestimate someone because of their size.

This post is getting longer and longer by the minute – there were so many things that went on and i don’t seem to be able to fit it all in this post. Reliving everything makes me happy and a touch sad that it is done – for another year.

i think i grew a touch in what i am able to handle or at least figure out how to deal with it. i used my voice when i needed, got to be silly and carefree, enjoy some Top moments not just with the moment with Sir, and met some new people…by putting myself in situations to do so.

We were all there to be authentic to ourselves, to enjoy who we are, what we do, and how we do it even if it was different from another. It gave us ideas for the next time we play, and the next time we encounter situations that could be similar.

Falling from grace again and again – Fucking awesome time – every year.

Thank you to the Organizers, the Production crew and especially the Hosts that was a part of this in whatever form it might have been. i am happy that i know these people and they are in our Lives. ❤

 

 

 

 

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The long weekend here in Canada is over – everyone is back to work or somewhat form of it.

Both our Saturdays were spent at work – Sir was scheduled and i was on call. Not something i enjoy though it helped that both of us were occupied with something. Later that evening, we went to a Munch and was able to connect with some Folk from the Winnipeg community. They were out to help get the FFG site ready for the August Long Weekend.

Sir and i got some light shopping done, BBQ’d on Sunday and Monday,  and the lawn was mowed. Sir even tolerated the Green Spot (a gardening haven) to purchase some vegetables for our garden/pots.

With all that said – we did miss kitten – However we also needed the weekend to just relax, from all the go go go we do. There was house work that was being neglected – more like i have been wanting to get through the closet and weed it out. There was a lot of laundry done with a couple of boxes of clothes that came out. i am really proud of what i got done. There is still a day or two left to go because of time restraints, with it being done by the weekend.

There is indeed some catching up – Sir said we could get a pet – we found a cute kitten and He said we could keep her. i am very happy. We are now establishing the expectations and protocols with a third. It can get tricky – however i am sure we can make it work. If anything it will be a work in progress as most relationships are.

We were in at MAsT the week prior – it was an awesome talk about Leather Families with a couple of people discussing how their particular Family worked – dynamics within dynamics. It was a very good talk, with stories we could all relate to. Sir tried His best to sum up how we felt about Sir L & e as our Leather Family…He did a wonderful job…though not only words can show it. We love them so much. We explain how our dynamics blended with each other… and Sir L made the comment that we were trying to convert Sir into a Lesbian ROFL – as it seems to be the running joke for Our Family/House.

Oh my, there is so much – yet i am trying to remember what was missed. Before I forget – The House of Symmetry  was created in a sense – we have a name now LoL. And on FL – i did create House-Symmetry for our Family (it was too long the other way to use on FL).

The weekend is coming up and the start of my holidays from work. We always love going to the City especially to see our Family and now also for our new kitten. The event we are going to starts at noon Saturday – it is going to be a long and worthwhile afternoon into an awesome night. i am looking forward to it. i still have absolutely no idea what i am wearing :(.

Anyway – i am at work writing this – and it is not getting the export that is on my desk done any faster.

i am sure there is much more – or even i could have elaborated on – just there is no time right now.

Laters A/all,

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{April 24, 2016}   Ramblings of a slave.

As i was reminded that i still have to write, i look at the time…yes i suppose i should.

It has been awhile i know…Life gets busy, i get distracted, and things get neglected. Unfortunately, writing hasn’t been one of those things that were high on the priority list.

Not sure where i left off so i think i will do some highlights – that seems to be the easiest – and sorry – it likely won’t be in chronological order.

  • we became Facilitators of MAsT – quite honoured to be asked – we want to help any way we can
  • work has been hectic and good in a sense – i hired someone to help out part-time, however training them while short staffed has been overwhelming/stressful
  • we started a group on FetLife this past week – A Power Exchange Support Group for the local area – we will start to get that moving in a more forward motion
  • we have met someone from the City – she is an absolute cutie – kinda of been flirting on FL back and forth, went to a Munch to meet her in person – and now currently talking with her to get to know her better. Next weekend, we are taking her out to supper.
  • i am not being afraid of taking more pictures of myself and posting them – i am so self conscious that it hurts sometimes
  • i bought 3 new corsets – 2 that i can wear now – the third likely after the summer.
  • my oldest daughter needs to move home for a month or two while she finds a place/job as she has been in Saskatchewan since she was 17 after graduating from school. She moved there for University and College.
  • my son and his partner are expecting their first child (she has one from a previous relationship) this Fall – so Sir and i will be grandparents
  • we started to play Ingress – it is a way to spend time together, use strategy while being geeks/nerds – i didn’t realize how competitive i really was LoL
  • Sir has been doing more body play on me – it is getting a little better however there are days that i just want to be teased…and the vampire gloves while being used as a “flogger” is an interesting sensation – and impromptu blood play LoL
  • And after said “glove flogging” – i needed to shave – let me tell you – that stings like a mother fucker on the thighs
  • Using dating sites such as POF, Swinging Heaven, and OKCUPID – you don’t realize how many people really do NOT read the profile prior to messaging. They seemed surprised that we don’t want a male or that it is a we not i scenario looking for a partner.

Well that is all my brain is going to allow me remember – if i missed something – i will be sure to update later 🙂

Time to spend the rest of the evening with Sir – we are watching Caddyshack.

 

Nights A/all.

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{March 1, 2016}   Back to “Reality”

That is how it feels at times…not the part of TPE for us… just when we come back from the City. We feel so at home there, and it is like we are on a cloud, enjoying every minute we can. Most of our Friends live there, the events, the social life, the food, the shopping, and the list goes on.

Then we have to do the 2 hour drive back “home” – we so want to move there, however we just can’t get up and do that – Financially it isn’t smart.

The weekend was really great, got to see many Friends, a couple we didn’t 😦 and i have lovely marks on my back, ass, arms, and thighs from my Sir and Sir L.

The next time we got out though, i need to drink a couple of glasses of water at the end of the night to help with the dehydration – then i should be good.

Now that holidays are done, back to work i go and be all adult like. It will be nice to have a couple of weekends to ourselves though…with one as a coffee Sunday we are putting on to get people out in our community. We are not sure how it will go – and it really doesn’t matter as we both take that time to relax and enjoy the lazy day. We have invited a couple of couples that are not on FL to attend if they so wish – S and her Partner may be able to go or at least S depending on a work schedule and children’s activities and another couple we go out with occasionally that are also kink aware.

Anyway – i see the time and i still have a couple of things to do prior to going to work as Sir does enjoy having food when He wanders home and a clean house.

Talk to you laters 🙂

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{January 25, 2016}   Contentment = Happy fucking sore

Today i am sore.. a happy fucking sore. You know the feeling, turn or touch the wrong way (or right – depending on your thought process), and the memories come back of how you got it… yeah, that kinda happy fucking sore.

We were in the City for MAsT – one of our favourite things to go to… a place to go where you shouldn’t feel alone because of your kink. We stayed with Friends, who we treat like family – and in all things – they are our Family. It was decided that is what we were going to do… i love those two so much – as one had said when we were talking – we know more about each other than our own families. At times, it looks like we are looking in a mirror of ourselves.

Anyway – back to how the weekend ensured i felt this way in another situation:

As you can probably tell, it was a good weekend. Sir is going to be a little sore too, as He was co-topping another slave – and i was exhausted watching it – i can imagine how all three felt afterwards. Then it was “bed-time” and my turn… and i tend to be His greedy dirty little slut. i didn’t disappoint Him in that… there was no cumming for me that night. Not that there was no permission – oh it was given – just given when i was in a position that He knows i can’t find a way to cum in. It was 4:30am – and He told me to go to bed with gentle swats and a few face slaps to bring me back to earth. This all meant that i would have to wait till we got home if i needed more or if He was willing to let me finish.

We will just say it feels like i was hit by a couple of trucks, my arse keeps thinking it should have relations with the Rod – or more like the Rod wants to be more intimate with me. That is how He started it Saturday at Bed-time.The muscles are now screaming from the tensing with each stroke. The hips and ass, sore from the punches afterwards, and i am always amazed i still have hair on my head – it gets pulled a lot.

Sunday, when we finally wandered home -the shoulder is reminding me of the punch because of the smart ass comment made later in the evening, my pussy still wet, stretched and aching from the initial light finger and mouth torture, to the pounding of a toy to eventually His fist making contact … first cunt punching till I sprayed and then making its way inside me… ensuring that i scream out and cum even harder than the last few times.

Today – it is all reminding me of what a fantastic weekend i had with Sir, and our Friends. The smile upon my face can’t seem to be erased even between the wincing as i move from my seat, walk, bend, squat and whatever else i am doing.

And on that note – i am going back to my household chores, Sir needs walkies (socks), clean dishes, and supper when He gets home from Work.

 

Be well A/all.

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{August 4, 2015}   I’m Home…

From a great weekend camping with Kinky Friends, my Sir and my Miss – who we thought was not going to make it – and kept it a secret with the help of a couple of others.

There was debauchery to be had for four days – and that is indeed what happened. The tent communities that cropped up, the scenes going on in the dungeon, in the open air, and in the tents, the communal meals at the fire-pits, the canola oil wrestling on the first day in a kid’s pool, and the “Hearing squealing, swearing and thudding coming from neighbouring tents causes s-types to cringe while the d-types laugh” (as one of our neighbours’ noted) – helped make it a great bonding time for all.

Well I have been thinking of the word home lately. It has been swimming around in my head and bothering me. Defining it for myself…

Sir always jokes that since my divorce, He wants me to be “single” for a while, even though we have been together for over 6 years.

We do not live together… and I believe I know the answer to why – it was mentioned by another around the camp fire the other night – “It is knowing that you always have some place safe to go to”…  As of late, I don’t wish to go to my house that is my home. I am and have always been safe with Sir yet holding on to that house is the hurt I have had in the past from others. It was (not is) my safe haven – yet I hang on to it. I just want to be with Sir

When I say “Home,” it suddenly doesn’t feel like a physical structure or a geographical location. It’s simply the presence of Sir who, in good times and bad, makes me feel like I am right where I belong. It is going to be where ever we decide to live and I am more than al-right with that.

I just needed to get that out of my head… And thankfully for that conversation around the camp fire Saturday night, someone was able to put the words that I have been trying to figure out for awhile now.

Now I will get back to actual work – though my head is not into it today. Besides the sun-burn, the tail bone hurting, the bruising that I can’t see though feel – I am dropping from the last few days and will do so for a couple more.

Sir, Miss and I had a great time together, and it was even more fun with other Kinky Friends. I loved it and wish we could do this type of thing more often. The community that we have is awesome and always missed when they are not with us.

The intimacy of the weekend is what we needed for ourselves and with our Friends. It was well worth it.



{February 17, 2015}   How was your weekend?

Mine was fucking awesome.

I got to spend time with my Love, my Kink Family, and on holiday Monday with Friends.

There was rope play, awesome conversations, showing off marks and smacked asses. There was great food, awesome company, and books galore. There was time to snuggle, to nip, to be teased and to tease. There was belts, vibrators, vibrators that inflate, a tongue and beard.

There was Yoda and a murloc 😀 – One of the best gifts I got for Valentine’s – I can’t thank Sir enough – He knows His G33kgirl so well ❤

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It was a weekend that I didn’t want to end. That is what I want all the time for us. Back to reality this week – however it is 1 week of work and then HOLIDAY.

I start that holiday off in the City with Sir and our Kink Family shopping before we head to the MAsT meeting.  I am hoping that our Friends from town here find a sitter to be able to attend.

During that week off I will be getting the house in order especially my bedroom/closets, along with a mock up of our presentation “24/7 – it is possible” (or some title like that).

At the present time I am enjoying my coffee in the new mug I got myself – it is not Tassimo friendly – it was cup runneth over. It was an interesting mess – I am sure Sir would have been amused by me cussing about wasted coffee – I was almost tempted to slurp it off the counter however it was a touch too hot to even sponge up.

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I got my squats in for the day, and thought I should start the Treadmill now – and that took me by surprise at how out of shape I am – I need to figure out what speed to do it at without feeling like I am going to end up on the floor.

Looked at work email and frustrated already without being at work – that is a whole other story for another time.

After I finish this blog post I am going to continue to nurse the coffee, post a couple of cat/coffee posts to FB, and jump into the shower… check my auction house on World of Warcraft and try to relax before I go to work.

Talk to you all later – sorry this ended up being more of an update then anything.



{December 16, 2014}   Busy Month December is.

Sometimes it would be nice to just not do a thing…  you know… sit around in comfy jamas, drink coffee, play video games with porn playing in the background – amuse Sir while He does the same. Okay – I would be the one naked lounging about however you get my point.

It is hard with Sir working as a Day-walker and I enjoying nights/overnight. His body is adjusting to the other hours quickly, and I am a touch selfish wishing to have the same schedule as Him.

I can’t wait until we move in together, For me it will allow for me to take care of someone again – meals and cleaning – though I do a little of each already. It would be more of a routine we can establish. Each helping to ensure our days/nights start on the right note.

To know that when I come home at 1:30 am that I can snuggle into the warmth of my Bear, hearing Him breath, smell His scent and drift off to sleep.

This month has been busy on the weekends, The end of November was a MAsT meeting – Discrete D/s and M/s – a really great meeting with new faces.

December 6 – The Christmas Ball – a time to get to see our other kinky friends that are not in MAsT – always a good time.

December 13 – MAsT Holiday Gathering – a small group showed up (a touch surprised) however it was very relaxing and got to know a couple of the other executives of the Group better. It was good to be at our Other Family’s home.

December 19 – Shop very quickly for everyone as this seems to be the only day we can do this together between His work and mine.

December 20 – Xmas staff party for Him. Bowling – oh yay! not really – but if I sound enthused I will be better at faking it.

December 21 – Yule – at said Other Family’s home – A time to spend with our Best Friends’ Home and their Family. Without them I think we would not be where we are in the Kink community honestly.

December 22-26  Divorce is supposed to be finalized.

December 25 – Christmas – which I do spend with my children in the morning AFTER I get home from work (8-9 am) before they go to their Father’s place – however this year seem up in the air at what is going on – so will have to figure that out next week.

Somewhere in there we need to find time to go to His parents, my parents and He works on Boxing Day for a touch.

The last week of December is very up in the air as we have been invited to 2 New Year’s events – one here at Home and the other in the City – and work for both of us is all over the place.

I really can’t wait for time to sit back and relax – that day of quiet I need to do whatever the fuck I decide to do.

After writing that all out – wow – busy we are – more than I realized.

Anyway – I better finish my work day.

Here is Hoping 2015 will be a great year.



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