Well, we did finally get the bench be-hooked - hopefully we'll be trying that out this week.
In addition, we bought some supplies for a wooden pony, because I've wanted one of those for like, oh, six years or something now. I found these delightful metal brackets for making easy sawhorses at Home Depot (how much do I love that store? A lot.) a while ago, and picked them up as I thought they'd make a good basis for a pony. We finally went tonight and got wood for the legs, sandpaper, varnish, etc., to finish the rest of it. For the top I got a piece of really nice "premium" pine that already has a rounded edge. It's just a matter of sanding it a bit more, putting the varnish on, and then putting it together. We'll probably have to make some height adjustments too, but that's what power tools are for. That should hopefully be done this week as well.
Also acquired is a Twitter account for me. Apparently all the cool kids are doing it? Either way, you can find me here, or, you know, that button-thingy on the side there. Sometimes I have things to say, but not what I think is a whole blog entry, so I'm hoping to post on a regular basis there, even if I don't post long things here so much.
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Number 19 - someone who pesters your mind - good or bad
Oh Hal -
We, are going to get ourselves in to trouble.
Do I show up in your dreams, the way you show up in mine? Do you wake up with my name on your lips and the uncanny sensation that if you open your eyes, you'll see me in your bed, the way I think I'll see you in mine? When we touch, do you feel the same certain, unshakeable peace that I do? That unutterable sense of right-ness?
I remain firmly convinced that you and I have known each other before, boyo. You are so familiar to me, and have been from day one in this go-round. When we first met, I was obsessed with figuring out who you were to me before, and the longer I know you, the less important that is. I'm more interested in figuring out who you are now, in this life, for good or ill. Who and what you will be to me this time.
I wonder that no one else talks about it. What seems so obvious to me - does no one else see it? Am I imagining everything? Is this all some flight of my own fancy? I feel as if we are pushing the limits of acceptable behavior so far, and yet no one has commented on it to me. I have heard no gossip. There have been no negative consequences and I cannot imagine that what we are doing really wouldn't be subject to any. Am I really that wrong?
Do you know that the only other person who uses possessives in conjunction with my name is my husband?
Do you want me to be yours in more than words?
I know that the situation demands not only that we not be anything more to each other, but also that you not disclose any more than you already have. My intuition is telling me that you'd like very much to do and be more with me, but I like hearing the words. And no matter how often I am right, I doubt my own intuition very much. I doubt my read of the situation without independent verification.
Do you think of me? Do you reach out and wish you could touch me? Do you want to call me a thousand times a day just to share a thought, an observation, something you know I'll laugh at? Do you go home on the nights we work together, and smell just that hint of me on your clothes, on your skin, and does it make you smile? Do you wonder how I taste? Do you wonder what would happen if we kissed?
Do you fantasize about me? Do you wonder what it would be like to touch all of me? Do you wonder what it would feel like if I were touching all of you?
Do you wonder if I'm kinky, and how I'm kinky? Do you think about what I'd look like with a collar around my neck and the leash in your hands? What it would feel like to have me call you "Sir" and not just be kidding? What it would feel like to have my lips around your cock and my hands on your skin and to fist your hands in my hair and finally, finally take me? Do you wonder what kind of magic, what kind of fireworks we could make together?
I don't trust easily, and I trusted you from the moment we met. I don't often let others touch me, and I let you touch me from the moment we met. I know you, darling, I know you very well.
Do you know me?
Do you want to?
with love,
~Mme.
We, are going to get ourselves in to trouble.
Do I show up in your dreams, the way you show up in mine? Do you wake up with my name on your lips and the uncanny sensation that if you open your eyes, you'll see me in your bed, the way I think I'll see you in mine? When we touch, do you feel the same certain, unshakeable peace that I do? That unutterable sense of right-ness?
I remain firmly convinced that you and I have known each other before, boyo. You are so familiar to me, and have been from day one in this go-round. When we first met, I was obsessed with figuring out who you were to me before, and the longer I know you, the less important that is. I'm more interested in figuring out who you are now, in this life, for good or ill. Who and what you will be to me this time.
I wonder that no one else talks about it. What seems so obvious to me - does no one else see it? Am I imagining everything? Is this all some flight of my own fancy? I feel as if we are pushing the limits of acceptable behavior so far, and yet no one has commented on it to me. I have heard no gossip. There have been no negative consequences and I cannot imagine that what we are doing really wouldn't be subject to any. Am I really that wrong?
Do you know that the only other person who uses possessives in conjunction with my name is my husband?
Do you want me to be yours in more than words?
I know that the situation demands not only that we not be anything more to each other, but also that you not disclose any more than you already have. My intuition is telling me that you'd like very much to do and be more with me, but I like hearing the words. And no matter how often I am right, I doubt my own intuition very much. I doubt my read of the situation without independent verification.
Do you think of me? Do you reach out and wish you could touch me? Do you want to call me a thousand times a day just to share a thought, an observation, something you know I'll laugh at? Do you go home on the nights we work together, and smell just that hint of me on your clothes, on your skin, and does it make you smile? Do you wonder how I taste? Do you wonder what would happen if we kissed?
Do you fantasize about me? Do you wonder what it would be like to touch all of me? Do you wonder what it would feel like if I were touching all of you?
Do you wonder if I'm kinky, and how I'm kinky? Do you think about what I'd look like with a collar around my neck and the leash in your hands? What it would feel like to have me call you "Sir" and not just be kidding? What it would feel like to have my lips around your cock and my hands on your skin and to fist your hands in my hair and finally, finally take me? Do you wonder what kind of magic, what kind of fireworks we could make together?
I don't trust easily, and I trusted you from the moment we met. I don't often let others touch me, and I let you touch me from the moment we met. I know you, darling, I know you very well.
Do you know me?
Do you want to?
with love,
~Mme.
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I'm a 20-something feminist switch who tends toward the sub side, living with my hetero life mate/fellow switch/husband, and just trying to figure out what the hell's going on. This is a sex blog, but not strictly a sex blog, because sex is but a part of my life, even though it all ties together. Since I do talk about sex and other related topics, this blog is for adults only, please.
