Category: A Poly Life
A Digression
I was planning to finish off yesterday’s tale (because I am sure ya’ll are dying to hear if and when and how I got me some cowboy in my mouth) but then today happened and I just kind of felt like blathering on about that, instead. I’m home alone tonight…
Stuck
Adam and I are out on an overnight van adventure, hitting one of Missouri’s state parks, staying overnight Saturday and going back home on Sunday. Fast and furious, and one of the exact reasons we bought the van. It was even better than we expected though, since it rained all…
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The Revelations prompt this week is “What do you want?” There are so many ways I could answer that. We all have wants, desires. Things we are looking for, working toward, dreaming about, coveting. I have foolish hopes and pie-in-the-sky dreams; more prosaic ones too. I want things for myself…
February Photofest, Day 27: Sunshine
I’d been hoping for a little sunshine yesterday on our seven-mile hike, so I could take a couple cute (and maybe naughty) “sunshine” snaps for The Canadian’s “sunshine” prompt, but it was not to be: the weather was cool and gray all day, rolling into rain, wind and storms last…
February Photofest, Day 20: Fire, or, a Game in Four Quarters (and a lot of parentheses!)
First Quarter – The Bar The weekend before last there was this national holiday that we have over here in the States every year. You may have heard of it: The Superbowl. (Or is it Super Bowl.) Anyway, whatever it’s called, it’s a big-ass football game that the whole of…
Dear Diary…
Along with the January Jumpstart 2023 challenge, Molly’s Daily Kiss has begun a new writing meme/prompt called Revelations. I’m a sucker for a writing prompt, though I frequently miss deadlines. Take, for example, the Penis prompt in September’s Kink of the Week and the Inspections one that ended the year.…
A New Year
Note: I started this yesterday. It’s the night before New Year’s Eve and I’m riding in Sir’s car on the way from my house to his to fetch my bowling ball so I can get the thumbhole drilled out some. (Yep, that’s a thing.) I’m wearing a short, clingy sweater…
His Shirt
I came home this morning from the Hypnotist’s house, threw my purse on the bench and my backpack in my office and ran upstairs to bury my face in the white t-shirt he leaves behind for me to wear, or sleep in, or sniff, when he’s not here. We’d had…
Rethinking Crops
I’ll be honest, crops are not my immediate go-to when I think about implements that I love, or love-to-hate, or crave. I think they get a little outshined by their showier cousin, the cane. That said, I discovered that the lowly crop is not so lowly, and can even inspire…
Caught in the Act
I walked in the door from breakfast and immediately stripped to thong and socks – no idea why. But it seemed a good opportunity to catch a snap for Sir (the Hypnotist – I know I don’t call him Sir here often, but more and more that’s how I think…
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