February 16,  2004

      i wanted to come home and paint tonight, but we didn't leave work as early as usual, and it's nearly dinner time, so i don't think i'm going to be able to manage it.  That's the only thing about the painting - setting up, and then getting at it, and then cleaning up.  And once i get started, i want to go for hours.  

      At least with the writing, it's a shorter process.  Either my brain gives out, or my fingers do.  

      i spent most of yesterday trying to recover from Saturday night.  When am i going to learn that i'm not a kid anymore?  But a good time was had by all - even if it also included a whole bunch of really good wine.

      We had MM and her significant other over to enjoy a belated birthday dinner for MM.  N and d were able to make it over as well, and the 6 of us feasted mightily on tenderloin, shrimp, tierra del sud (a dish involving potatoes, tomatoes and onions baked together), salad and lemon tart.  And a perfect Amarone.  Yum.  We had a great time gossiping about all sorts of lifestyle things and photography things, and hashing over the validity of all the new "colours" that are the rage in safe words.  Which luckily i'll never have to memorize considering the fact that the closest thing Himself and i use as a safe word is "uncle"... which i holler randomly and He swacks harder for.  *g*

      And speaking of swacking, as per usual, a naked submissive miraculously appeared in our living room.  Heh.  Himself loves it and it was opined the other day that so long as women continue to shed their clothes in our living room, i'll never get Him to move anywhere else.  But it sure is amazing how we all seem to get drawn into the lure of that room!

      They started out trying to get me first, but i resisted - i was not in the right headspace.  Himself and i had already enjoyed a small romp in the morning, and i think we really need to get back into the "play at home alone" mode, before i can be less edgy about it always being in public.  Add a bit of wine, and i can't focus past that.  

      Besides, i not only like being on the receiving end, i love being the voyeur!  And this time, they even put sharp objects in my hand!  Before i knew what was happening, i was wielding the obsidian knife against a lovely lady butt and enjoying every second.  It's very bizarre ... part of me enjoyed the stand-back-and-watch, and then i equally enjoyed applying the toys - and no one was saying i couldn't.  And i was allowed to touch - there is something about the female breast that every once in awhile i cannot resist touching.  

       So a great time was had by all :-)  And i really did spend all day yesterday in my robe, lounging about and doing nothing.  i think we have some future plans to decide as well - Himself mentioned to the group that we really should start getting better organized and doing things again.  

      In fact, He suggested Peterborough might be a good place to start.  But that's another story for another time.

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