Yes, I am an Oddball.

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 ...