i got some stuff cleaned up around here, and even cut the grass for the first time of the season this weekend – just the backyard, cause that’s “weed-grass” and will be knee high before i know it.
And how vanilla is that as a start for this post?
When actually, spring turns this woman’s thoughts to cocks and spankings and such…
The sound of First Sir’s belt coming out of the loops. The whoosh of floggers being wielded expertly. A yardstick landing with a CRACK. Squirming, wanting to get away, wanting more.
His cock. Not just any cock, but His cock. The taste, the feel of it. Kneeling in front of Him, touching it with my tongue. Licking. Sucking. Sliding it deep into my throat…
His hands. Stroking, pinching, caressing…
Slipping deep into that space in my head where only He exists, where obedience is everything. Longing to please. To offer.
Sigh.
Springtime.
I can sense the sap rising 🙂
@Clive – laughing… yes. I hadn’t thought of it quite like that, but o, yes.
aisha
LOL I thought you might have missed that xxx
Laundry here rather than grass cutting, but yes.
@Sin – yep, springtime joys of all sorts… I’ve been working on that too. aisha
lucky you getting to cut grass…ours is just barely starting to turn green. Just *barely*…
and spring raises that sap, that need, those hormonal fluxes…
my libido has gone through the roof of late…whoa…
if i break my broken vibe any more? it’ll look like a ” ? ” mark
LOL
nilla
@’Nilla – I read that first part – “lucky you getting to cut grass,” and thought Hmmmmph. But, {laughing} yes, I am glad it’s green enough and high enough to cut.
And yes, spring – libido – all that. Yes.
aisha
mmm… the yardstick 🙂
@ewoman – LOL – Yes.
Congratulations on the baby!!! I”m sooo happy for you – and sorry it was such a difficult birth and the problem with the staples afterwards really sucks. But I’m glad you and the baby are both doing ok.
Hugs,
aisha
Spring is in the air here – if not the plants yet. I find that i feel it more now than i did when i was younger. A perk i guess.
Huh. I hadn’t thought about it that way, but maybe I do appreciate spring more now. Heaven knows I hate winter more than ever… laughing.
hugs,
aisha