Yes, I am an Oddball.

 Yesterday an innocent woman was shot and killed by a ICE. I don’t care what side of the political spectrum you’re on, we should ALL be furious about this. If it can happen to one citizen, it can happen to any of us. Tim Wolz is my hero and I hope he does activate the Guard to rid his state of these agents. This is why he decided not to run again, he needs to be able to ACTUALLY GOVERN his state. It makes me sick to think that he could have been our VP, helping to build bridges with our neighbors and allies instead of tearing them down.  This is insanity. 

 Hello from North Carolina! Where I'm puppy sitting for my sister. These pups are sweet but I can tell that they miss their family. How is everyone? I'm in shock that Thanksgiving has already come and gone. This holiday season has honestly snuck up on me entirely and Christmas is trying to do the same.  We didn't do much for Halloween at all, which is strange because it's my favorite of this holiday trifecta. My son, oldest stepdaughter and I did manage to get to the annual Jack o'Lantern Spectacular at our local zoo. I've taken my son to this event since it started when he was just a little guy so its important to me (and I hope him) that we keep going. It's a lot o fun, the pumpkin displays are always amazing and there is always yummy food and drinks too.  Thanksgiving was scaled back, we just hosted my parents, sister and her partner. Plus the six of us so we just made a couple boneless turkey breasts and a little spiral ham along with all of our favorite...

 Happy 2025!  Aside from terrible due to the political climate, disappearing civil rights, various wars, declining economy & global warming how is everyone?? Good? Me too.  Honestly, in the grand scheme of things I am very good. Please believe me when I say that I’m fully aware of how lucky I am to have been born into a white, middle class family that’s based in the bluest of blue states. If I’d been born in say, Mississippi my life would be very different.  So what have I been up to over the last year? Not much really. I went on a bunch of cruises, took on a lot more at work. In retrospect that wasn’t the best idea. It was fun to learn some new things but the more I learned, the more I learned things I didn’t  love about the company. Nothing illegal or unethical or I would have quit immediately. It’s just that nothing is standardized. Which is great for customers (sorta)  but it’s like constantly recreating the wheel. Which frustrated me to no end. At ...

Time does move fast, doesn't it? So Happy New Year (a couple times over)!! I've recently decided (after checking out some of my favorite blogs and finding zero updates) that I miss this medium. Tiktok & Insta are great but reading about someone's life was always so much fun. So, in the spirit of trying to bring back blogging I thought I do a "What have I been up to?" list. It's not much to be honest but here we go!  The three of us are still a thrupple and we're happier than ever. I seriously love my life with them and can't imagine what I would do without them.  One of my partner's retina detached about a year ago. The first four surgeries failed to fix it. Lucky number five seems to have done the job but he's still one surgery away from it being completely fixed. If all goes to plan this surgery will be done at the end of July, I'm looking forward to him having depth perception again.  All three "kids" (they are all well int...

I don't know about anyone else but I think the only thing I can say about 2020-2021 is...what the hell happened? We are a hairs breath from 2022 and I'm just not done processing 2020. I can honestly say I never thought that I'd live through a plague, insurrection or Row v. Wade being overturned but here we are. I hate conservitives. I think I can honestly say that now. After years of trying to play nice, giving the benefit of doubt and trying to respect others feelings I'm done. Which leads to my frustration with my own politcal party. We have the upper hand right now and still can't get anything done because we are free thinkers. No one is willing to stand up and say "GET ON THE FUCKING PARTY LINE AND VOTE THE WAY WE TELL YOU TOO." Honestly we've learned nothing from the GOP. If you want to ram policy through you get the peons to put aside their personal views and vote the way you tell them to. Problem solved. But no. Gotta play nice on our side. Si...

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 ...

There was a reason I never wanted to own property. The never ending 1st floor renovation we're currently undergoing is one of the many reasons. Not that I don't love the way our new and improved living room looks, I do. I just hate the hassle, headaches and (for lack of a better phrase) temper tantrums associated. This is an old house, nothing about it is standard. Quite a few things are just barely up to code. We run into issues pretty frequently, tempers flair, the house is in chaos and I'm 99.9% sure that making the place look better isn't worth it. On the bright side, aside from renovation stress we've been getting along really well. We even started a blog all together over on wordpress. Ok, it's mostly H and I with snarky comments from P thrown in. I'll probably be posting more over there than I do here, finding time to write on both blogs is going to be difficult. But I will keep this site open for my silly sexy short stories and just in case I ever ...

We've been redoing the living room in our house for the past couple weeks and we're in the home stretch now. I'll be glad when the room is completely finished (hopefully before the cookout we're having for our families on the 4th) because I don't think I could handle the stress of this torn apart room hanging over us anymore. Let me explain. I come from a place of skepticism and mistrust when it comes to any kind of renovation. Add in a large dash of stress to that pot too. You see, I love my parents, they are awesome at raising kids and on the whole I had a fantastic childhood. What they are not good at (neither of them) is completing a home improvement (or just a home keep running) project once it's started. I don't really blame them for this. Neither of them is what you would call "handy", plus they are 60's hippies so material goods mean very little to them in general. Add in the fact that money was always tight, my dad worked a ton (one ...

We're in the White Mountains, it's super quiet, the kids have gone to the pool. The adults are just flopped in the living room of our condo enjoying the wifi. Because none of us have cell service. It's nice. We should do this more. Oh and tomorrow I turn 40. My birthday really snuck up on me this year.

I haven't written in a while, oops... First things first, it's June 6th and only 48 degrees outside. Today's high was 53, tomorrow 63. What the literal fuck? I'm sorta glad I gave back the vacation time I took later later in the month at this rate it will still be too cold for the beach. Depressing. It's been busy but somehow not? Does that make sense? Work has been nuts but I guess that's nothing new really. We've had an incredibly busy year we're half way though and there is no sign of it slowing down. On the brightside I have officially started my volunteer doula hours. With a sweet mom I met through H's friend Jennilee and her little 8 week old boy. It's a lot of fun going over and snuggling the little guy but I feel like I should be doing more for mom. She is a really, really together person though and already back on her feet and running around which is great for her but not really for me. The volunteer hours were for me to get some rea...

As expected, we lost P's mom last Saturday morning. According to P's sister she passed very peacefully in her sleep around 4am. She waited until 6am to call P and his brother. I'm so glad that the whole family had congregated at the house to say goodbye Friday night. P's aunts were there and being the very Catholic people they are brought a priest with them to give her last rights. I have to say that was one of the creepiest/saddest things I have ever seen. Definitely not something that would bring me peace, I know it did nothing to help P or his siblings (it's hard to shake that Catholic childhood even if you say you have) I hope his aunts and mother found it helpful. I can't believe it's been a whole week since she passed already. Everything has been a blur for me this week so I can't imagine how P and his siblings feel. I have learned that I think we need to change how we handle final arrangements in our society though. P and his siblings had zero ...

Doula class was this weekend and it was amazing from start to finish. Great women, great town, a bed to myself in a lovely quiet house (thank you Nira and Airbnb!) I loved the class, all of it. Now to start looking for new moms to help, I need to complete 20 hours of volunteer doula work in order to be officially certified. Time to start pounding the bricks, looking for new mamas to help! The instructor is pretty much the person I thought I would be when I grew up as kid. She's a midwife, a birth doula, a postpartum doula and a lactation consultant. SHE KNOWS ALL THE THINGS!! And she's a amazing, level headed and down to earth. I learned so much. She is running a birth doula course in September, part of me wants to jump in with two feet and just sign up today, the other part of me would like to see how this postpartum certification goes. Do I find moms to volunteer with to complete certification? Is there any interest in doula's in general in my area? Will I be able to mak...

Has anyone else ever noticed that the universe makes you calm the fuck down and learn something even if you don't really want to? So after my last post rant I was just about ready to blow my top and walk away but a couple things happened... First we got some terrible news about P's mom. She's not my mom so I don't feel comfortable going into too many details. We'll leave it at she is looking at many, many weeks if not months of being in the hospital. We're just glad she has qualified for a clinical trial because conventional treatments are completely ineffective. This trial offers some hope at least.  P lost his dad the year we met and it crushed him, he still misses his dad. Facing the very possible loss of his mom is scary and very sad. P is the oldest child in his family and he worries how he's going to "fill in" for his parents. I cannot fathom this. Maybe because I'm one of those selfish middle children? Or because my parents rais...

**Warning, grouchy rambly post ahead** Some days I wonder if I could handle going it alone. Then there are days like today, which convince me that I'd be just fine.  I'm in a triad that, lets face it, is not ideal by any stretch of the imagination. Heck, some days (like today) I don't even like being part of it. Sex is nearly non-existent because I only see P on weekends due to our work schedules. Weekends are always busy for all of us, so odds of sex happening are 1 in 10 at best. Other than the fact the P would fix my car if I needed him to, I don't get much else out of this relationship. Honestly, before P I had no problem finding mechanics. Something tells me it's  just as easy to get a car fixed today as it was 8 or so years ago. H is useless to have around.  I've mentioned before that she and I have the same job. Today I drove us into work (as usual) we both put in our 8 hours and I drove home. When we got home, I opened my mail,  let the dogs o...