Technology is a wonderful thing, when it works. My computer hasn't been working well and it's been a bit frustrating. It started out just being lazy last week, not loading pages and not letting me read or comment on blogs the way I would like. It progressed to not letting me access emails. Then it just decided to go crazy, send me all kinds of error messages and then crash. Musicman has worked on it several times over the weekend to bring it back to life for me.
I realized when it wasn't working, that for me, blogging is like sex. The more I do it, the more inclined I am to do it. I haven't had much time or resources to blog, and now I don't feel too inclined to write. I'm happy to say the same can't be said of sex in this case.
If I were inclined to write, I could talk about our playtime Friday night and the newish leather paddle we got. Because it's new he is still feeling it out some. Unfortunately, I was pretty stressed about something Friday night, the pain was what I needed, but I needed more then what he gave me then. I was having a hard time relaxing into the pain, chasing the bliss instead of letting it roll in and envelope me. It was nice, but it left me a bit edgy and that isn't always such a good thing.
If I were inclined to write, I could tell you how he threatened to spank me Saturday. The edginess hadn't really gone away, though it hadn't escalated either. It had been a busy morning with Musicman working and me completing a full list of domestic activities. We were getting ready to go out for the evening, apparently my edginess was starting to get on his nerves some. He asked me if he needed to take me over his knee and spank me. Well...
If I were inclined to write, I could tell you how odd it was to have other men compliment him on the way I looked. It made me wonder if I give off sub vibes, or is it him giving off Dom vibes? Or maybe, it's just a guy thing and means nothing, lol. Or I could write about how when asked by a woman about the "thing" around my neck I said it was a necklace. Yet, when asked by a man about the "thing" around my neck I said it was a collar. Yes, they both referred to it as a "thing", that in itself seemed odd.
If I were inclined to write, I could tell you how Musicman got a bit tipsy, so I totally took advantage of him. I teased him with both words and mouth until he he couldn't take it anymore. I didn't stop until he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me face first into the bed and took me hard and fast and deep. Just like I wanted. Too bad he doesn't remember it, I was spectacular, lol.
If I were inclined to write, I could tell you how we spent some time yesterday afternoon playing in the sun. How he wound me all up, then sent me inside to our room. How he followed closely and stripped me easily. How he ordered me to bend over as he retrieved the paddle. I'm really starting to appreciate uninterrupted time on Sunday afternoons.
If I were inclined to write, I could tell you some more about our new leather paddle and how we played with it again Sunday night. The sting of leather on the lady parts, or the breasts or the thighs. Dragged so softly and slowly across my face and down my neck, deliciously snaking it's way between my breasts before lifting to deliver the next sting.
Even if I were inclined to write, I've had a busy day of laundry and housework. I don't spend much time on it on the weekends, preferring to spend the time with Musicman instead. Just the trail of discarded clothes and toys that need picked up and dealt with can be daunting. Hopefully, when I'm done I will have some time to read some blogs and catch up with all my friends.
It felt like imposed isolation, not being able to connect with the world. I hadn't realized how much I have come to depend on technology, until it wasn't working. Maybe the inclination to write will come back soon too.