Now what?
The house is too quiet. Master is sicker than a dog. I’m horny and nobody cares.
Indeed I no longer have a case of baby fever. I am cured. I am babied out. I have filled up on sleepless nights, poopy diapers and sudden urps of vomit down jacket-fronts in a crowd of people. Yep. There was a reason why I got myself neutered and I have been reminded of it. Thank you, Jaysus! I have seen the light!
But back to being horny.
He for real doesn’t care. As if illness is reason enough to deny me service. I mean, wtf, that excuse never works for ME!
I kid, I kid.
We had lots of time to talk in the car on the drive there and back. Lots of discussion surrounding kink and play and sex and M/s… And… really nothing new to report. It was mostly a reaffirmation of things. Which is nice to do now and then. Words have big impact and hearing it all laid out for me, nice and neat and final and certain, does a lot to settle me.
I can guaran-damn-tee you if Master wasn’t currently in the other room hacking up a lung, I’d be getting my ass fucked right freakin’ now.
Horny. Did I say that already?
Gah!
Uncategorized | kaya | 
February 26, 2011 10:50 pm
You have needs. Not having your needs met is, like, a big red flag or something.
Yanno, that cold is probably a part of The Bigger Picture.
Soon you’ll be begging to have your arse fucked, and it’ll have worked.
Isn’t it great how a real toddler can make you love them and yet not want to have one of your own all over again? Perfect!
but I thought you didn’t like having your ass fucked????
I know. Masochism confuses the fuck out of me, too.
glad you were able to enjoy your granddaughter..she sounds precious..love reading your blog.