Been awhile

Since I've blogged.

To say I've hit a funk would be mild, it was more like a ditch someone dug and covered with a pile of sticks and leaves that I feel into.

What's gone from blogging almost every day, now down to blogging once in 5 weeks or more.

I'm not sure what the major turn off was, or is but it's not just blogging that I've felt disconnected from.

Have you ever felt disconnected from your man?

I don't know what started it, but I recently got a feeling of being alone and not understood.

It started with movies of all things.

Boss man has been getting movies from a local library on his way home from work each night while I've had a lot of work I needed to work on and we pass the time watching movies after all the little ones go to bed.

I sit and do my work and listen to the movies and that's how we've been able to spend time together.

But for some reason, the movie choices had me feeling like I don't even know him at times.

I get it. There are girl things and guy things.. and I'm hard to please maybe... but Boss man does the movie picking and he usually gets one for me and one for him but wants me to watch both...

and... I do.. but some of them have me feeling like screaming "What the heck is wrong with you?"

Ha, sounds funny to type, but ladies, if you are reading this - do YOU like all these action, blood, guts and blowing stuff up movies?

I am a horribly literal person, so I see flaws in movies from the start. Unbelievable story lines, holes in the plot where one ounce of common sense would of solved the major problem in the movie from the get go.
Don't even get me started on movies where people go back in time, because those are completely flawed from the beginning...

Boss man has a rule about me commenting or eye rolling on such movies... and I can say I've been spanked for going ON and ON about how flawed some of them are... but I just can't get into something that isn't possible. At least TRY to have some type of scientific relevance... make it believable...

Recently, we watched a movie, I don't even KNOW the name, but the whole movie was nothing but torturing hostages, some type of combat men sneaking around to stop something, blowing stuff up, and fight scenes...

Can I get a big Y A W N here? I feel asleep during a round of automatic gunshots and bombs blowing up, with my work half finished...

I just feel so disconnected to him at these times. He also likes playing video games like this...

Is war really that "cool" to some guys?
blowing stuff up?

I mean honestly, unless I am personally blowing something up, like a firework, I could care less.

Blowing up machinery and people, or towns and buildings? I have zero interest in... and for some reason, I began thinking of ALL the things I have zero interest in that Boss man likes.

I don't know why, but it put me into a funk where I feel like we don't really know one another.

We have actually "known" each other for 15 years.

But do we really?

I guess I'm just being moody or something... it's not like he hasn't brought home a few good movies I actually enjoyed.

He has a tendency to pick what I call "B" movies and there have been a few gems, but anything that's action is just SO predictable and boring that I find it to almost be an insult to intellect.

If we are so different, how do we work?

Sometimes I don't know.

I guess opposites attract?

We have been a bit testy to one another as well. I find myself thinking snarky though or even saying them, most of which end up with me over the couch but yet I can't keep my mouth shut.

There are just these days where I feel like it's just all so silly and stupid... everything... and no amount of cuddling, or even spanking is getting me out of it.

I guess it's not really movies, or anything else but ME in a funk.. and I hope I see some light soon. Maybe I need some alone time?

or maybe I've had more then enough?

What is it

about wearing his cum on your face or hair?

I don't know what's so interesting, kinky, sexy, dirty and just HOT to me, but it is, and for whatever reason it brings a smile to my face, like a sweet dirty little secret.

I love to wear him, even if it's just for a bit while I go about things in the house.

Yes, it's like a little token that brings a secret smile to my face when I think of what we've done.

:)


No need to question it I guess, just enjoy it and be happy for what we have.





<3 - CJ

Up stairs.

You know when you have to walk upstairs in FRONT of your man?

What usually happens?

Well, at MY house, if no one is around, I'm either getting a finger slid up my shorts, or a wedgie to expose my butt cheeks, or I'm getting a very FIRM pinch at the bottom of a butt cheek, right near the crease to the top of my thigh! Or, sometimes swats up each stair..

ALL which leave me giggling and trying to run up the stairs stumbling over myself, only to be pulled down back to him where his hand can continue to torture me as I make the climb.

:)


-CJ

Mini scenes

Sometimes life gets crazy.

WB sees me get flustered and wants to help, but other times he gets stern with me.

Sometimes he mixes that together to trys to straighten me out.

The past few days (ok months, who am I kidding) have been very stressful.

I've had a busy home for weeks now with no end in sight.

I was on edge when he came home last night.

He could tell I was a sinking ship.

I was short with him and didn't mean to be.

I just had 10000000000000 things going on and NO dinner either.

Sometimes 4 kids plus a few neighbor kids has me feeling like a daycare worker rather then a mom at times. Couple that with parents who dropped by and my day was out of control.

After a few frustrated sighs, a few snips at the kids and the fact that I was still in my PJs at 5pm, WB gave me a few warnings.

I was pulled over in the kitchen over his knee and swatted hard. He then spun me around and kissed me hard.

"You're in for it" he said.

I didn't say anything. I knew how he was going to get and I tried to keep quiet.

When the kids went outside and the rattlesnakes settled, he found me again, in the kitchen.

He grabbed my arm and pushed me up to the island.

"Kids!" I tried to say

"SHHHH" he warned. He pulled down my PJs and swatted a few times, but then stopped and turned me around again.

"Get to it" he said and he grabbed my head and I went to work.

"Give me that tongue trick" he said.

I don't know what it is about his directions, but I seem to be able to forget the craziness and just focus in on what he wanted.

I took him in my mouth and began to work, but after only a few minutes, he stopped me again and pushed me back up onto the kitchen island.

I was worried someone would see in through the back windows, but I didn't breath a word and just let it happen.

It's beautiful when I can finally let go and let him do his work.

He only played with me for a few moments when we heard the garage door and we had to hop out of play. (I'm thinking I should wear more skirts for moments like this)

I hated to stop, but knew it would probably happen.

There were a few more small encounters throughout the night as kids came and went. Once in the laundry room and another attempt in the kitchen again.

Later I was told to simply just stroke him as he played on his Kindle and read in bed. I silently stood next to him and did as instructed as he finished up his book.

He told me I needed fucked again and spanked and he intended to do both now that half of the kiddos were asleep.

He pushed me onto my stomach and pulled down my PJs again and told me not to move as he got up to go lock the door.

I had hoped for a good bit of play, but only 10 minutes in, a knock at the door.

*(sigh)*

Not much else happened, and we had to cut out time short as a little cowgirl needed some help downstairs.

Sometimes the vanilla just doesn't mix with the spice!

Oh well, the mini scenes are hot enough. What can I expect with this many kids, I feel like the old woman who lived in a shoe at times :)

I'll take what I can get I guess.

I'm still feeling stressed, another busy day is ahead.

Celebrating Father's day

With my Boss Man!

I couldn't wait to wake up early with our little rattlesnakes and sneak downstairs to make a surprise for WB.

I love baking and while it really wasn't something to bake, it was a dessert that is one of WB's favorites!

and, he hasn't had it in FOREVER! I don't think I've actually made this for him, mostly because I am a bit selfish on desserts and usually make the ones I like or the kiddos like.

This one was JUST for WB!

I made him Banana Pudding. But it was more of a layered dish, with real bananas in it, whipped cream (ooh save some of that for later...) and 'Nilla wafers.

It turned out SO cute and had the perfect little layers in it from the outside of the glass dish!

Like this!

We also made him a BIG mason jar full of Reeces Pieces that had a little yellow and orange tag on it that said 'We love you to "pieces" Daddy!" on it with a bow. I found the idea on Pinterest and it was perfect for WB because those are his FAVORITE candies. It was SO big I used two whole bags in it.

It was like this but bigger! and cuter :)

I let WB sleep in and took care of the kiddos and kept them all quiet until first nap. WB got to sleep in until 10am! I hope he enjoyed it. I peeked in on him a few times and watched him sleep for a minute.

When he came downstairs, he went to the fridge to get cream for his coffee and there he saw it.My Banana Pudding dish! He said "what is this? is this for me?! I haven't had that in forever!"

I knew he liked it and it made me smile! I love making him feel special. I just wish I had the energy to put into it all the time. This is something I really need to work on.

Well...
We had a nice relaxing day with the kiddos, we didn't really have any "us" time, but that was ok. We just enjoyed being our little family.

<3


-CJ

A little what?

"A little girl? a child? I don't know what you mean!"

I wrinkled my nose at him and puffed air out through my nostrils.... pffffft. WB had said something to the effects of me acting like a child at times...

I flashed him an eyeroll and he smiled. He knows me more then I know myself and it angers me at times.

The other day, when I was feeling feisty, and brat like... I was fully pestering Boss Man WB. Pushing if you will.

I playfully taunted and teased. I quipped at him and gave him my "matter of fact" cool one eyebrow raise.

I could see he was getting tired of me being so playful.

AND, he took matters into his own hands like any good boss would do and set me straight.

WB and I were folding laundry in our bedroom. I think he had almost had enough when I folded his belt over my hand and gave him a little swat with it.

"Watch it!" he said. But I just smiled and waved the belt in front of my face back and forth.

"I'm watching it" I said.

I'm pretty sure that's when I realized that FOR SURE he was not so into playing and was now just more angry.

He quickly grabbed my arm, spun me around and pushed me down over a pile of laundry on our bed. My bottom turned up.

Kids who were old enough were away for the day and other little rattlesnakes were napping.

No one was around to hear.

I felt his hand come up and pull my shorts into a massive wedgie! "OWWW" I complained.

I could feel cool air on my now exposed cheeks.

"You!" smack "Are just" smack "a naughty, naughty little girl" smack "who needs spanked" smack "and... who can't keep her smart mouth shut" smack "you also need fucked don't you? is that why you are so pent up and pestering me?"

"mmmmffff" I said into the mattress

"What?" he said and gave me another smack

"YES!" I breathed as I pulled my face up out of the bed

"uhm humm.... well, I know what to do with  you" He said as he grabbed my shorts and pulled them off in one fluid motion.

He then proceeded to give me EXACTLY what I needed. :) and afterwards, I felt calm. VERY calm.

It is wonderful when we get a little alone time, even if we only had an hour to spare.

The funny thing is, it didn't just stay with me for that hour though. It trickled slowly into the rest of the day.

The whole thing, and the thought about his words. I couldn't stop thinking about them.

Words like "little girl"

What does that mean to me, and him? Does he really see me like that?

I asked him.

He said I was quite child like at times.

Mannerisms and such, things that interest me or excite me.

I didn't know how to feel.

I gave it a ton of thought that day and I'll have to blog later on that whole little girl subject.

It's late now and it's the only time I can blog or read blogs but my eye balls may just fall right out of my head if I don't get some sleep.

So, another day, another pondering.

-CJ

Well, Here I am

Hello.

Welcome to my blog.

It pretty much says what we're all about in my About Me section over there -----> to the right.

I will say that I've blogged before, heck, I'm blogging right now if you want to get technical.

No no, I do have other blogs, but this one I wanted to start over with - A fresh start where we can be completely open about our lives.

I think it's hard to have a different lifestyle and not talk about it somewhere when life just gets so HO HUM on the outside.

There really just isn't any other place you can say "Man, my ass hurts!" and not have someone flash you a raised eyebrow... O_o

Well, we'll see how this goes!


-CJ