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Life?
Is good. That is all. Happy New Year! (I feel like we’ve been gone forever and we still have two more nights!)
Friends
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
Ch-ch-ch-changes
I’m not sure if I’m happy or sad with my new theme change. I love my old theme. Seriously LOVE it. But the people who created it were dumb assholes from the beginning who filled it with all sorts of code that even people who work with code for a living couldn’t figure out and
Recycled Heaven
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.
Sunday Laziness
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
Not bad for a Monday
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
Oh, look. I found something to say. Nevermind that I also lost it…
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
Blah to the blah dee dah
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
FetLife, Snark and Oreos
So I log in to FetLife today – which I no longer do each and every day cuz I’m flippin’ busy, man – and the first things I see on my front page? “People who think dog rape is a-ok” and “Another day, another shoot at Kink”. Wandering over to my groups I found “Is
My weekend in snapshots
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.
Haphazard Thoughts
It’s fucking hot. Eighty degrees and muggy and humid and nasty. The Teen is sleeping. Taylor is sleeping. I know better than to attempt a nap this late in the day so I took a bath. Bad idea. Now I’m even more hot since I’m incapable of taking a cool bath. I have a freaking
A wandering mind
It always strikes me as odd, how the mind works. The way it wanders and skips from one thought to the next. I mean, last night, I was out on the balcony, looking out at the yard after having spent some time on Facebook. I was thinking about how I’m not sure what my feelings
Chill, man
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
Totally Vanilla Love and Stuffs
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
I feel good. I knew that I would.
(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
“You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt.”
So today I dug all the weeds out of my garden — which I didn’t plant anything in last year so it had a years worth of weeds in it — and threw down some mulch and planted some seeds in those nifty little dome things in the kitchen. Shortly I will have tomatoes and
Sleep? What sleep?
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
Frenzy – and not the hot kind
Holy crap. It’s been a strangely busy couple of days for me. I feel like I’ve been moving non-stop! The reality is more like my brain has been moving non-stop. Between the insurance snafu that I had to spend an hour on the phone dealing with this morning and the shopping yesterday and the uploading
Show ‘em
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
Boy, that girl sure can babble
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
Saturday Funny
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
Countdown
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…
The Grumps
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




