Just found this sweet little blog…. ————— I’ve been waiting for this moment. We have discussed it, and you told me how much it would please you. But as usual, you are patient and wait for me to get comfortable with yet another baby step in our relationship. Not pushing, just reassuring me time and time again how much you would love it. I have been at this point several times. Telling myself, today I will do it… only to chicken out at the last moment. Not today. As I hear your truck driving up to the garage, I clear my throat nervously and toss my hair back. I’m nervous and cold and yet I’m thrilled and a little aroused. I slide onto the floor on my knees, my feet tucked under my bottom, hands behind my back. I look down, take a deep breath and close my eyes as I hear you walking up to the door. When you open the door, I can hear your gasp as you see me, like you have told me so often you would love to find me when you come home. On my knees, wearing nothing but your collar. “Well, well…” you say, amused. Barely audible I whisper: “Welcome Home, Daddy.”
First post from Daisies in the Grass
Blogger Penny said… I relate to the almost-painful aspect. I often force myself to endure what feels like too much. If I want to relax, I focus the vibe on the hood and it might or might not slowly build up to an orgasm. But if I just make myself have the vibe right on my little naked clit, it’s a quick ride to a jerking-my-hips-in-the-air orgasm. Multis? Sure. But I’m often ready for sleep after one.
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Sexy Little Computers
I think I may have mentioned I want a netbook. And they come in such pretty colors! I think I may buy a plain one and then some marvelous skin that I can peel off and replace later.
This frivolity is not typical of me. I have no need of a portable computer. I do have other uses for $300.
But they are so alluring. I can just imagine my fingers on their 92%-of-already-small keyboards. Viewing tiny but very high-rez porn anywhere I want. Flirting via tweet while on vacation.
Really the question I should be asking myself is, which do I want more - the Sasi Vibe or a EEE PC?
[Internal dialogue: should I link? no, why do their marketing for them. yes, someone might want to see what I mean. no, I’m too damn lazy.]
My regular customers know that if they order the same thing they got last week, there is a good chance I will make it so differently that they won’t even recognize it. I don’t do it differently on purpose. It’s just that everything I cook, every time I cook, is an event in and of itself. it’s like when you have sex: you approach it each time to do the best you possibly can, as if it were the only time. You don’t have to think about what you’re doing because you are 100 percent in the moment—and each time it turns out just a little bit different. That’s how I cook.
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