Nobody asked for nice

I’m not feeling very well since Sunday. Nothing unbearable, just a general feeling of ick. Life charges on, full speed ahead, no time to dwell.

As Dory would say, and as one of my adopted mottos, “Just keep swimming”. I do, but I think I’d like to make that longer:

“just keep swimming, just keep spanking, just keep fucking”

My Husband is so nice when I’m not feeling up to par – He always picks up any slack I’ve left in my day. He will hold me or not, whichever I am wanting at the time. He will take care of me. So very nice, and I do appreciate it all, but…

I am just not up for nice. I want naughty and dirty and maybe a little pain. I want to play. The twisty sex is great, it just doesn’t lift me out of my overworked brain. The “love taps” are fun, but I want my ass to hurt, to give me something better to focus on.

Busy, lackluster days around here but I have high aspirations for tonight…maybe ‘nice’ will be over.





Happy today that Sir chose me, that He continues to choose me every single day. Happy today that He is the best choice that I have ever made.

Happy, happy, happy even though I’m feeling right on the edge of crappy. 🙂



Pearl & chain


A constant reminder

Your love, your control

My love, my surrender

A welcome reminder

My fingers drift up

Just to make sure

A subtle reminder

My dirty thought catcher

The certainty of forever

A beautiful reminder

Promises of pain

Promises of pleasure