Cock-Ring Out The Old Year!

We WERE invited out to a New Year's Eve party, but decided to enjoy OURSELVES at home. The kids ARE going out!!!! Hooplah!

OUR WINTER VACATION

My Pet doesn't think he has a cute ass.
He seldom sees it unless using a mirror,
or checking out my photography.
The setting sun cast such inspiring shadows,
I had to preserve them.
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My Pet Chastises The Little Fellow

Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own
Look around and you're six and three quarters
Look around and you're gone
Look around and I'm here in bed without a bone.

As you might be able to tell from my irreverent comments above, I am not devastated by the failure of our "little guy" as is my Pet. He is a whole beautiful package with a multitude of useful parts...which he is more than willing to use on, with, around, and for me.

Lyrics.....................

Music and Lyrics by Dorothy Fields and Jimmy McHugh

I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby
Dream a while scheme a while
We're sure to find
Happiness and I guess
All those things you've always pined for
Gee, I'd like to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn't sell, baby
Till that lucky day
You know darned well, baby
I can't give you anything but love

I Can't Give You Anything But Love......

My Pet has just posted a blog about the exchange of power, the sharing of power, the unending inexhaustible supply of power. Please, go read it...then hurry back here to me and explain just what he said. He has the mind of an engineer. I think like an artist...And never the twain shall meet. I may have lost my "logical" brain cells during a childhood bout of measles, and I have no hope around gears and pulleys. He played with mercury as a young child, which might explain his absolute puzzlement with intuition. How we ever manage to fit our parts together is a mystery. Our vacation begins very soon, and fit them together we shall.
Penciled in, we have daily massages and body worship, at least one piercing, a naked Pet bar-b-q-ing out on our balcony (with the possibility of me bailing him out of jail). People can be such prudes. I intend to give him lots to write about.

It's Not What You Have, It's What You Do With It...part Two

I posted this photograph on Tuesday, and today, Wednesday, my Pet said that it is open to many interpretations. I believe my meaning was clear. It's a giant cock. A turgid dork. Spear of love, male erection, hard-on, OR the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It's all where your mind happens to be. Mine is on our imminent vacation....oh, and all the hoped for lubricious adventures to come.

My Hour Is Almost Come....

Thanksgiving has been and gone, leaving a few covered dishes of mystery food, which my Beloved insists we finish before any additional hunting/gathering. I know he had hoped that with the passing of the holiday, I would get back down to "business". My business being, HIM.

I have been told that being a perfectionist is a curse. To create a perfect experience, all about me must be just right. No company expected? Check. Kids gone for the weekend? Check. Dogs out? Check. Set my Pet to work turning down the sheets, and laying out the toys. Check. Warm up the hormones with some light porn, and I am good to go. Check. So, after all this prep, how did our evening "hit the fan?" My caring, adorable, considerate, thoughtful (and VERY skilled) Pet, mistook my deeply felt yelps of pleasure for screams of pain, and stopped his ministrations at a MOST unfortunate moment. I have to admit, I was most ungracious at the interruption.....I could have been nicer. I would have been more forgiving, if the same thing had not happened not too long ago. I ordered the poor dear from my presence, and gradually cooled down. Mentally, and physically. I, of course, finally went to find him, and we ended our romantic evening watching Inspector Clouseau fall all over HIS wife. Should I have gotten right back on that horse? Probably.