I’ve been relatively absent lately.
A summer cold that has me pretty blah.

Hard to find anything to write about when ya feel like crap and are driving everyone away with your hacking, sneezing and honking - not to mention crabby, bitchy ickiness.

Part of me want to crawl into bed and stay there, alone, in silence, until I feel better.
Part of me want him to beat the bitchy, crabby, icky right out of me.

And while I wallow in the worst sort of misery, everyone else is getting spanked and flogged and clamped and clipped and leashed and chained and tortured and generally used and abused into oblivion.

I’m jealous.
Summer colds suck.
And I don’t wanna come across like a whiner (though I am) cuz the good submissive takes what she’s given when she’s given it and doesn’t whine…

It’s not fairrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I want slaps and clips and belts and a sore pussy, damn it!

I can’t even breath good enough to suck a dick, for fuck’s sakes.

So.
I’ve checked in and written something here.
Y’all know i”m not dead.

I”m going to go now, be jealous, take some Theraflu and, with a bit of luck, get better so I’m not so cranky and blah and can inspire my man to do something fun.

I’ll be back soon, I”m sure, with something of meaning and importance to blather about.

~peace

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