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Megan in da house

Filed under: Daily Life — megan @ 12:11 am

It’s been almost a month, and it’s been such a great month. I wanted to write sooner, but things have just been so busy around here!I have truly enjoyed this month. It is just so fantastic to live under a kink-friendly roof. And I really enjoy seeing how other people live this life, in so many different ways. I used to be sort of squicked by the Daddy/girl dynamic, but I realize now that it was mainly because I hadn’t seen it live, before I came here (after having seen it this way, though, I realize that large aspects of my longest D/s relationship were definitely Daddy/girl - I just didn’t think about it while it existed because it was all just so natural. Just like it is for Richard and Amy).

It makes me so happy to see them together, Richard and Amy, and how this dynamic seeps through into every aspect of their lives. We can be out driving, eating dinner, hanging out, and it’s always there, lurking under the surface, adding to an awesome 24/7 atmosphere. The mutual care and attention is so heartwarming. It is so obvious how each their side of their dynamic fulfills a very natural and real personal need in each of them. This is no game, it’s a complete full time day and night, in health and sickness, better or worse kind of life. It really warms my heart.

I have been active in this alternative lifestyle for about 9 years now. It’s been an interesting journey and I have learned so much. The road has taken me from Europe, to Florida, to Northern California, and it has been a road filled with so many interesting and wonderful experiences.And now I’m here. Under the roof of two of my very best friends and their family. I am so spoiled. Everyone in this house, both adults and children, spoil each other rotten.As I take time off, to recharge and refocus, it is very inspiring to live in an atmosphere like this.

I feel that I have been very lucky in my previous partners, and it is good to see this luck extend to other people too. Richard and Amy are just really made for each other, and it gives me a lot of hope that even though my previous relationships are, well… previous… I just might luck into finding someone as intricately fit for me, as they have found in each other.Until then I am purely enjoying my beautiful little haven here. I am enjoying it so much that they might just have to kick me out when they’re tired of me (hehehe).Oh and I think I need to mention, that it’s not just tranquility and sweetness around here. While that is the base, I am thoroughly enjoying watching Richard and Amy’s dynamic play out real time. Her squeals are MAGNIFICENT, and so are her facial expressions – and so are HIS facial expressions. It’s like I just landed in the best show ever, and I get front seat. I try really hard to be a good girl and not instigate trouble for Amy, but seriously, she really is just asking for it… especially after that “dried parsley” episode.

Dried parsley, is, by the way, neatly stacked in our spice rack now. Richard had a generous moment, I think he felt that she had been deprived of this wonderful piece of magic for too long. I spend it generously, and she knows she loves it! (She might, however, protest and even claim she doesn’t, but I know better.)

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Twenty Minutes

Filed under: Hot sex, Daily Life — Richard @ 1:11 am

Richard

It’s not all dried parsley and chuck roast around here.

Megan’s arrival has meant a little shuffling around while we get a more permanent setup roomwise, which will be in place tomorrow. In the meantime, our son has spent a night or two in our room.

You can see the complications, I am sure.

Last night we snuck out for a little non conversation.

Today, Amy needed a nap. I agreed to go up to the bedroom and sit with her, but not to nap because she’d never wake up in time otherwise.

Turns out Amy was not really interested in a nap.

She wanted more of the night before. We had twenty minutes before she had to get up. I pointed out that there wasn’t time. We never play for less than twenty minutes. This would be a major quickie.

So we hit the ground running. Fuck like bunnies for a couple of heartbeats, then make Amy masturbate to orgasm, and then finish her off with gusto. I figured we set a record for speed - it felt like five minutes max.

I grabbed the alarm clock and looked at the elapsed time.

Nineteen minutes.

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It’s not ALL sex and spankings

Filed under: Daily Life — Amy @ 8:25 pm

Amy

Thanks SO MUCH to all of you for all of your wonderful advice, suggestions and support about my ongoing headaches. All of you were so helpful and I was really touched that you would take the time with something so…unsexy. ChickenMan, you helped me understand what was going on in a new way. (And BTW everybody, check out his blog - GREAT pics.)

Megan is here, we are having a wonderful time, and we are hoping that she will become a (somewhat) permanent member of the household. She’s helping out a huge amount, among other things driving everybody hither and yon (Soccer Mom Megan). She’s helping out with the cooking too, which is challenging for me since I love to do it so much and am such a foodie.

But everything she has made has been wonderful (best stroganoff I’ve ever had), and I know Richard wants me to do less, so I am looking at as another opportunity to learn about giving up control. It’s a challenging lesson. Following is Megan’s transcript of our menu-planning session on Saturday (I plan menus and shopping a week ahead - best way to keep the family eating healthy food at home). Richard stayed out of it, but we would occasionally hear a snicker from the other room.

Me (Megan): Let me make some good food for you… I’m thinking Italian beef…
Amy: Oh, wonderful. What ingredients do we need to get?
Me: Well, we need salt, pepper, oregano, basil, four cans of beef broth…
Amy: Oh no, we can’t do beef broth, there’s so much bad stuff in beef broth, let’s switch it out with chicken broth. (Amy inserts here: in my defense there seems to be MSG in ALL beef broth and I don’t want to trigger a migraine)
Me: Mmkay. Chicken broth. Ok, and then we need onion salt.
Amy: Onion salt? I’m not so sure about that…
Me: Hrmph. We need onion salt. And then we need dried parsley.
Amy: DRIED PARSLEY IS TEH DEVIL! WE ARE NOT LETTING THAT HERETIC STUFF INTO OUR HOUSE! YOU MIGHT AS WELL CUT UP SOME TOILET PAPER AND PUT IT IN YOUR DISH, OR DRIED GRASS OR SOMETHING!
Me: We need dried parsley.
Amy: I can get you some fresh parsley.
Me: No, that will bring my spices out of balance. The recipe calls for dried parsley. It’s the best part of the dish.
Amy: Oh god, this dish is going to be HORRIBLE if the best part of it is dried parsley.
Me: Fuck you (said with all the love and patience in the world)
Amy: He he he
Me: And then we need garlic powder.
Amy: No! We have fresh garlic, that’s better.
Me: No, we need garlic POWDER!
Amy: We don’t even have garlic powder, it’s so much better fresh.
Me: I put garlic powder on everything, it’s the spice of life.
Amy: No, no, no
Me: Then we need bay leaves. Do you have a fresh bay leaf shrubbery bush tree in your back yard, or is dry bay leaves ok?
Amy: Oh we totally have bay leaves, of course we do!
Me: Of course… and then we need italian-style salad dressing mix, cayenne pepper, and 5 pounds rump roast.
Amy: Why aren’t we using chuck?
Me: Because the recipe says rump roast, just like it says ONION SALT, DRIED PARSLEY AND GARLIC POWDER! And I need my recipe to be authentic, because if we mess with the spices it it’ll bring it out of balance and it’ll taste wrong!
Amy: Where is your sense of adventure, you’re 32 years old, it’s time for you to step outside the box.
Me: (goes on a rant about how I will customize other foods but not this dish because THE SPICES, damnit)
Amy: Fine, we can do the onion salt and garlic powder (reluctant), but we’re NOT using dried parsley. Why don’t you just go out in the back yard and pick some grass or something, and dry it. That’s what they do, you know, I asked them and they told me. That’s how they make dried parsley.
Me: Grr.
Amy: Just ask (mutual friend who is a major foodie) what he thinks about dried parsley.
Me: Oh I’m so gonna

And (mutual friend) answered by making lewd and rude suggestions about what we could do with dried parsley.

More later - xoAmy

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Thoughts on “A Submissive’s Lament”

Filed under: D/s, Daily Life — Richard @ 7:20 pm

Richard

The need of a submissive to be reminded of her status is foreign to me. Not that she needs to be reminded, but that she needs to be reminded in a “new” way.

I didn’t think we had dropped anything out of our interaction, the same old protocols, such as they are, were still being followed and enforced. And yet, clearly, a need Amy has wasn’t being met.

I look to see what has changed, and the migraines have certainly interfered. When she’s sleeping, I hate to waken her for my own uses, because she’s at peace, and who knows what unintended misery I may awaken her to?

We have a weekend together without the kids, our first in a month. We’ll see how that goes.

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Filed under: Sugasm — Richard @ 10:14 am

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