Starting Off the New Year

At the top of the stairs inside my in-laws’ house is a door that leads into a bathroom.

It’s a bathroom where Chris joined me this morning - yet another morning where we’ve stolen a few intimate moments. These few seconds where we are alone, whispering in a house that carries every noise… these few seconds have sustained me over the last few days. It’s been a little difficult, with so little

The Ongoing Reading List v 2009

This is my ongoing reading list, somewhat in a random order that makes sense only to me. As time goes by I will read more of these, but they are not the only things I read.

Many of these books are or have been featured by The Big Read. Most are famous, some are not. A few have erotic or sexual overtones, but most do not. Several have been made into movies, although watching a movie is not a

A Puzzle

There I was, calmly reading a tame Heyer historical.

Archbishop Mauger - William the Duke of Normandy’s uncle - had been plotting against his nephew the duke. He’d been plotting against him for years, even, had helped delay the duke’s marriage to Matilda in a failed attempt to secure the duchy for Mauger’s brother, the Count of Arques.

And then the duke’s faithful seneschal, William

Love Comes Down at Christmas

Happy Christmas, everyone.

I’m looking forward to returning with vim and verve and a sore bottom in the New Year. Last night, at 1 AM, as Chris put me over his knee he said, “You know, I have to give you a good enough spanking to last the rest of the year.”

Oh dear.

Actually, it was quite lovely. I didn’t want him to stop.

Mornings

Apparently I am healthy again. I mean, really healthy.

It’s not that I’m cognizant to notice the exposure notice to strep throat, taped to the afternoon kindercare room door. It’s not that I’m able to spend a full day working and be surprised when it’s time to go and track down the princess.

No, it’s that I experienced today that hour of morning lust with which I am intimately familiar. It’s

Under the Mistletoe

We’d just hung a sprig of mistletoe and started to do all the fun Christmas things together as a family when I got sick. Icky sick.

In bed 20 hours a day sick. Go to the doctor sick. Many days of antibiotic required to feel better sick. No spanking, no kink, and a worried watching husband who didn’t want me to touch him sick.

Anyway, I’m starting to feel a bit better. The princess is glad

Writing in Code

I’ve been reading the Wicked books by Gregory Maguire. That is, I’ve just finished them. All three of them.

I’ve heard and read some criticism that the second and third books don’t live up to expectations. Well, of course. They’re not the shocking surprise that the first book was. At the end of A Lion Among Men, the boy-man Liir is hidden, Ozma Tippetarius’s location remains unknown, Candle has

All On Her Own

There we were, waiting patiently while Chris and M paid the bill for our late lunch. We’d parked on the street, so Iris and I had taken the princess outside and settled her in her booster seat.

And out of the blue, as if we were giving her lessons when we actually had subsided into a momentary minute of silence, the princess spoke.

“What would hap’n if,” she asked, “We drove away and left the

I’ve Been Romped

Not terribly long ago, I received an e-mail from Nobessence, the company that makes the Romp that I fantasized about, way back in July.

It seems that someone read this entry, and then hopped on over to Nobessence and referenced that entry when they made their purchase.

Anyway, the end result is that one day a few days before Thanksgiving, we got a package in the mail and inside the package

Blessings Aplenty

Well, it wasn’t exactly a literary or thought-provoking weekend, and we didn’t get to go to Iris and M’s California party (watch me pout), but we did

* clean house. a lot. as in, I even shampooed the carpets. some people do spring cleaning -I scour the house before the holidays

* bought Christmas lights. hung them up.

* took three loads of trash, recycling, and construction debris to the dump.

Cut WHAT?

Apparently it is become fashionable to have one’s genitals re-worked via plastic surgery.

Now, tell me, isn’t it true that women have been having other sex organs re-shaped for decades, or have I totally misunderstood? Lips, breasts, thighs and asses all go under the knife quite regularly, no? Why is it suddenly so controversial and wrong to have one’s labia changed or clitoris de-hooded?

I

Royal and Real

There are three throughways from the Bay Area to the fishbowl that comprises Los Angeles County. I use the term ‘fishbowl’ advisedly - the “L.A. basin” is low and surrounded by mountains on nearly every side. At some point, a driver going into or out of Los Angeles is going to cross some hills, if not mountains.

The first route - as in, the spectacular one - is of course Pacific Coast Highway,

Waiting

So, I’m in trouble. I’m not in trouble because I wrote that last post, but because I felt it - and because to some extent I still feel it. Not just about my vision but about other issues, too. And, you know what, I don’t wait well. I’m not patient and humble and repentent in my waiting. I’m just as likely to be angry, honestly, or to go through an anger phase. But Chris is not in any condition to

Inner Turmoil

There are hours - sometimes entire days - when I struggle painfully against the reality of my life. The reality? The reality is that I could not be there for physical or emotional support today, when Chris had his late-night trip under the knife.

Oh, there’s a rule about children under 12, yes. You know, we probably could have convinced the sitter to stay with the princess, or had her stay there

When It’s Her Turn

Screw it. I need to write, at least a little.

sSs

“Why,” the princess asked, “Did Iris have to get married in MysteryState?”

MysteryState was cold and rainy and generally dismal grey beyond the glass. The princess made a face.

“This is where Iris decided,” I replied, helping her buckle her shoes.

“I think,” she said then, “That they should have gotten married on the beach. I’m going to