Yep, I'm the frustrated lurker. My computer is still not working right. Musicman spent quite a bit of time working on it Sunday. It's no better, in fact, it's worse. I can't access my e-mail or blogger or facebook any more. That's about all I use my computer for, so, I'm a bit lost without it. It frustrates me, and the urge to toss it into a wall is almost too much.
I can use Musicman's computer, but my time on it is limited. Plus, it's a desktop computer. That means I have to sit on a hard chair, which aggravates a back condition and leaves me in quite a bit of pain. Not the good kind of pain either. Plus, his keyboard is kinda gross. I want my laptop back. Any suggestions on how to fix it would be greatly appreciated.
I had an interesting weekend. One filled with weird kinda things, at least for me. We had Musicman's work Christmas party Saturday night. He told me I couldn't wear, my "do me" boots. He said, "the crowd is too vanilla for them."
It was a vanilla crowd, a bunch of redneck farmers really, yet, there was one man who decided he could disguise grabbing my ass by body slamming me into the bar. I guess that's what I get for wearing a mini skirt. It surprised me just a little bit because no one ever really messes with me when we are out. Musicman is usually on guard for those kind of things. He holds me close and makes sure everyone knows I'm his possession.
We finished the night with some wonderful playtime involving the magic paddle. Sunday morning started with a blowjob for him. So, when later I wasn't feeling very well, I really thought it was subdrop. Turns out it was the flu and I've just gotten out of bed after being sick for 2 1/2 days.
Musicman informed me last night that we could have gone to the strip club with some of his vanilla co-workers after the party. I admit to being happy that we chose to come to home and play, but, I do wonder about going to a strip club.
I've never been to one and admit to being somewhat curious about them. Musicman always says he's not interested in going to a club where he has to pay for the privilege of having a woman dance for him or show him her tits when he can get that for free at home. The fact that he says this to me while fondling me in front of the mirror just reinforces that. However, I would love the chance to dance on a pole. I think that might be the real reason he won't take me to a strip club.
Friday night featured a different direction he is taking things. One I haven't written much about yet, because, I'm still trying to digest all of it. It's a direction that I should have seen coming, but chose to ignore over the years. He's expanding my horizons, but confusing me at the same time.
I'd like to write more, explore more in this direction he is taking us, but, computer issues prevent that. Hopefully soon I will get my computer fixed and can explore that some more. Until then I will continue to lurk and write when I can and hope ya'll understand.