Yes, I am an Oddball.

Morgan stepped out of the small chamber and sighed, it had been a long night but she was home again in her own time. Her own lab. She let her fingers linger on the TARDIS sticker adorning the door as she closed it. Samuel had put it there years ago, before she got it working properly. It was fitting, Dr. Who was what inspired her to do the work to make pricise time travel possible. While the rest of humanity seemed focus on reaching the outer limits of space, she had been facinated by time. Everyone knew small jumps forward and back were possible but she was who figured out how to get exactly when and where you wanted to go and back again safely. Her theories, her machines. Now leased to the government for 500 years, in exchange for her own lab with staff, a large salary and final say on what they did with her tech. She knew that last part was probably a joke. As she turned she saw David, her android, approching with cold water a blanket from the warmer. She couldn't help but smi

Hi all, sorry it took me so long to continue the DDlg Wednesday story. Three weeks of back to back work travel has thrown a wrench in my routine and I can't promise that it will get better. Now back to the story... After corner time was up Jack led Emily down to the kitchen and told her sit on the hard bench so they could eat breakfast. She motioned to one of the cushioned chairs at the end of the table but Jack placed her food at the bench and told her that it would be her seat at meal times while they were playing. "But Daddy..." she started touching her very red bare bottom. "I know you have a sore bottom baby but this is your spot. If you behave you won't have to worry about where you sit, will you?" Emily started to protest again but Jack took her by the arm and asked "Do you need to go back over my knee or are you going to be a good little girl and sit where I tell you?" Emily pushed her lower lip out into a pout but said "I'

Wednesday Morning, 6:15. Emily stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel and padded out to the bedroom where Jack was lying in bed. She stole a glance at him, laying on his side watching her and grinning wickedly. It hit her that it was his favorite day of the week and a shiver went up her spine as he stood up and walked over to her. "Baby girl, I told you I would help you in the shower. Why didn't you wake me up and ask for help in the shower?" Emily remembered the game they had discussed over the past week. Jack wanted to be her to be his little girl, he would be "Daddy" for the long weekend. As "Daddy" he would be the caregiver and she would need to ask his permission before doing anything, obey him without question and accept the consequences (or rewards) she was given and thank him. Both for punishments and rewards. Instead of "Master" she was to call him Daddy or Sir. She wasn't sure how she felt about this new gam

It's been forever, how is everyone here? Life has been good (really good, we're very lucky and I know it) and we've been blogging about it over on Life, Love and Family. But I think it's time for me to dust this old blog off just for me and the sexy stories that bounce around my brain. It hit me this morning that I had forgotten the names of the couple I wrote Whatever Wednesdays about. I had a really nice fantasy in bed this morning and thought I should write it out using...mmm who were they? James and Anne? Wendy and Jamie? I was fairly certain that the guy's name started with "J" Jack! That was it,so did I call the wife Sally? No, wait, stop, that's Nightmare Before Christmas.... but I'm pretty sure I called the guy Jack. As I'm typing this I have to say that I haven't gone back and looked so I'm still not sure what her name is. Polly? I remember I went through a phase of liking that name. I'd go through or an old blog post now

So Saturday P and I were together all day, running errands, doing house stuff, flirting a little. It had been a great day and I was just starting to wind down for the evening when P asked me to go with him to the garage to see something he had set up out there. I generally don't care about what goes on in the garage (don't tell P) but I went anyway. I ended up gently teasing him about what he had done, expecting him to shoot a snide comment right back at me (we have great banter) but instead he grabbed one of my pigtails, pulled me close and growled that he was going to make me very sorry then choke me with his cock and make me swallow his cum. Needless to say I was intrigued, a little frightened, and very, very turned on. What can I say, my fear/pain/pleasure receptors are all entangled, it's anyone's guess why. I pulled away a little, giggled and called him a tease. P has a tendency to tease me by acting all mean and then being nothing but sweet. But something in hi

I know I'm an odd duck but I love it when The Guy wakes me to mess around when he gets home from work in the early hours of the morning. I'm also sexually submissive so generally love being ordered around and "disciplined" in bed. I know- odd duck but I like what I like and make no apologies... This post might be TMI but I want to remember last night... Waking me for sex isn't something he does often, when he does it's usually for fun but sleepy sex. Last night was different. We had had an "active" weekend and by Sunday night my pussy was sore, it was great. I loved the tender feeling every time I sat down Monday but by Tuesday morning it was gone. When The Guy and I talked at lunchtime I mentioned that I was sad the feeling was gone. Instead of the "I'm glad it was fun" reply I was expecting he said "Oh, I guess that means you'll need another hard fucking." I giggled and said I always needed one and he just chuckled. Sex