Heat, words, nipples, meds

Well, summer has finally come to Wisconsin.

It was in the upper eighties yesterday, set to stick somewhere in the nineties today.  The air?  It’s on.

And I slept until eleven two mornings in a row.  Yay me!  It feels like forever since I slept in.

That Teen turned sixteen last week.  Today and yesterday he’s been out and about, spending his birthday money at the State Fair…  on his girlfriend.

He’s had girlfriends before of the casual, see each other at school and break up after a week or two type but this one is a real girlfriend, “I love you”s and all.

Whoa.  It’s weird.

We’ve got some commotion going on in our circle of friends.  I realized yesterday that nothing has changed amongst most of us and it seems to be one, single drama queen that always causes the big issues.

Coincidence?  I don’t think so.

Last night Taylor made me cry.

He’s been doing this thing where he comes into bed — I’m already there , comfy and curled up on my side and reading — and even though he’s going to walk right by it he asks me to turn on his bed side lamp.  That means I have to get uncomfy, roll over, turn it on then try to get back into my comfy spot.  Not a real big deal but I resent the fuck out of it.

So last night I started to whine and bitch.  I was all… what the FUCK, dude?  Do I really have to do EVERYTHING for you when no one does a damned thing for me?  (See?  Major resentment.  It makes me say asshole things)

He flopped into bed, looked me dead in the eye and said…   puss…  I enjoy you doing that for me.  You take good care of me and I ENJOY making you do the small, seemingly stupid things because they make me FEEL good.

I just looked back at him for awhile, eyes pooling with tears, and snuffled out an “okay”.

Resentment gone.

It really does take very little to shift my headspace and that little is always, always words.

My brain, when repeatedly asked to do stuff like that, says “lazy fucker”.

My brain, when told the why of it, goes all submissive gooey.

I should probably be able to figure it out on my own.  Old, know it all, jaded, been there, done that submissive type that I am, I should have it all figured out.

I don’t, though.  And words have always been, will always be, the most powerful force in my life.

Yesterday, I was sitting around the house in a white wife beater and panties.  Taylor wrapped his lips around my nipple, thru the shirt, at one point and when he pulled away the shirt was damp and the nipple was straining and it looked so hot it got me insanely turned on.

My own nipple.

Good secks followed.

I had to sleep in the wet spot.

My thyroid medicine seems to be working at least a little.  I’ve been taking it for five days and my night sweats are a little better than they had been.  I haven’t woken up drenched all week.

Now if only 30 pounds would vanish so quickly.

That’s about it for the morning.  I’ve got reviews to do so if they’re not your thing…  avoid the blog for the rest of the day. :)