I’ve decided I’m in a really weird place right now. I look around on Twitter and realize I just don’t have the time or energy to keep up with the fast paced chatter. Not only that but, also, the bulk of my connections on Twitter are sex toy reviewers and… meh. It doesn’t seem to
I’m not entirely sure I believe it’s June… On one hand, it seems like it rushed up all fast and eager, one minute it’s February and all of a sudden it’s summer. On the other hand, though, the weather has been so ridiculous all over that it kind of seems like it might never be
Life, Lately Stuff from Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr Nails – purple, purple + glitter, purple + glitter + flakies, blue and glittery Riding – New windshield, Taylor’s airbrushed tank and trunk Doggies – Dazey beagle and Leonidas – life is oh so hard Me – Curly headed and happy. (Plus a very rare full body shot.)
What was it that comic said the other night? You know you’ve found the one when you no longer want to leave? When you recognize all their little faults and annoying traits and horrible habits and, if it were anyone else, you’d be out the door — but because it’s them you think… nah… I”ll stay.
So sweet I cannot stand it. I know this doesn’t count as a real post but, dude, I’m cooking breaded pork chops and can’t be arsed to, like WRITE something, ffs. [vsw id="GzgpeLFf4z4" source="youtube" width="425" height="344" autoplay="no"]
Is good. That is all. Happy New Year! (I feel like we’ve been gone forever and we still have two more nights!)
Last night, we went over to a friend’s house for dinner. This friend is on parole – for a non violent offense, if that matters to the judgmental folks out there – and he recently got in an accident on his motorcycle. The road he was driving on had unmarked construction and he drove his bike right
It shades me from the sun and allows me to sit out here with the laptop during the day, getting off my desk so I don’t feel all trapped and stuck in the same place, day after day, hour after hour. It gives me a place to sit, like tonight, in candlelight with a glass of wine and type away.
Have I mentioned that I love lazy Sundays in bed? I do. This morning I got up, let the dogs out, made some coffee, let the dogs back in, grabbed my mug and headed back to the bedroom. Taylor was like… “You’re going back to bed????” and before I could even say anything, he was
Today? Included motorcycle rides. BBQ. Ass sex. Cappuccino. Nachos. And a bite on the back of my neck that dropped me to my knees and had me feeling around for blood. After which I called Taylor Edward and asked when he was going to start sparkling. Then I ran for my life. Not bad for
So I was cruising around FetLife, looking for something to inspire a rant or some deep thought or… whatever. Cuz, yanno, life in the Taylor y puss casa has been damned quiet and normal and uneventful for a damned long time. (For those who may not know, puss = me. Taylor calls me puss) And
Holy shit, I have had a busy week. From a busy weekend – other than Sit-Around-Sunday – right into a busy week. Work has gotten more intense as I take on a few extra responsibilities – not that I’m complaining! I have a dream jobby sort of thing! But it’s left me with little time
I have nothing worthwhile to say today. I’m tired. Worn out. Sunburned to the lobster point. Quite spacey. Dehydrated a bit. Achy. Unfit company for intelligent human beings. I’ll share some pics, though This is Lake Michigan. We rode along the lake for a bit yesterday on our 5 hour bike ride.
So last night I ran Taylor a bath loaded with bubbles, handed him an erotic book and left him to soak for a bit. While he was in there, I scrambled around lighting a zillion candles (including a massage candle) in our bedroom and putting a soft red sheet over the regular bedding to protect
So last year (there I go, doing it again. I start so many blog posts with “so…”. It’s like I was in the middle of a conversation with y’all, got distracted and came right back to it like I never stopped. Heh) Anyhow. Last year, Taylor saw some guy giving away a shed on Craigslist
(Were you humming along with the title? I was.) Taylor and I were talkin’ this morning. I was telling him about a blog I read and how I used to get all insecure when I read it, like I wasn’t doing it as “right” as this person was. How even when they had struggles it
Yeah, I got some. In fact, I slept until nearly one in the afternoon today. But why, you may ask, when I went to bed at like…. oh… NINE last night? In a word — Taylor. See, I’m out of ambien. This is a huge bummer because I’m a chronic insomniac (and have
Grocery shopping stresses me out. Not the actual shopping bit. Picking out the food is sorta fun. But then? You have to unload the cart. Bag the food. Put the bags in your cart. Take the bags out of the cart and put them in the car. Take them out of the car. Trudge them
So after a Teen free week, life is back to normal. Back to grabbing a robe before I get up to make coffee. Back to tucking the princess satchel back into my room rather than leaving it out. Back to not forgetting to put the toys away when I’m done with them. And back to
I recently won a contest over at CatalinaLoves by guessing who the naked person in some naked pictures was. (See? It pays to troll FetLife for hot pics to drool over. You can win stuff by knowing just whose breasts you’re looking at!) For my prize I got a really cute spanking DVD called Posterior
So last night I gave Taylor a bath. Nothing unusual there, since he nearly always wants me to scrub him when he bathes. After the bath, though, he started to get a little frisky; neck kissing and boobie groping and all that good stuff. When I noticed him getting a hard on I was like…
So I straightened and vacuumed the living room, wiped down the kitchen, got most of the laundry started… Taylor is at the garage working on the bike… I’m bored. There are a ton of things I could do but I just don’t feel like it. I hate days like this. I woke up before I wanted
Kaya wrote a post today that has me thinking. (She actually wrote a couple posts this week that have me thinking. Sitting down to write my thoughts just ain’t been happening – but the thoughts are there none-the-less.) She followed up on her blog post with a FetLife post, as well. Curious? I’ll go make
I”m not much of a fan of morning sex. Don’t get me wrong. Every time we have morning sex, I’m in heaven all day. I just loahte waking up. I don’t wake up well. Someone touching me when I’m waking up makes me want to kill them; stab them right thru the eye with the