January 1,  2005

      Day ten. 

      Gads - it's 2005 already.  

      i'm really getting old now.  Sheesh.  

      Or maybe i'm just a bit sensitive to it today 'cause we rang in the New Year with a bit more hooplah than is appropriate for our ages. Heh.  And i even wielded a few toys on a male sub buttock - you have to know we are partying when i get that brave.

      And i have to admit that i was having a blast.  i thought it was very cool how his butt was turning all red and he gave little yips and jumped whenever i made good contact.  Who knew that the crop could make all those pretty little lines - and so quickly!  Oops - so that's how wrap-around happens!  (Luckily i was a fairly good shot and didn't subject him to a ton of that - and my two "mentors" were good babysitters.) 

      They finally took the toys away from me - i'd have gone on for a lot longer.  That was it for play time though; it was getting pretty late and in spite of some coaxing, i wasn't getting naked for some reciprocal  flogging.  Himself and i need to get back into some private play time before that happens as i doubt i could stand more than a couple minutes anymore.  

      We had a great menu - breast of duck, a light soup, fois gras, pan seared tuna appetizer, lemon tart, a cheese that was all drippy and so yummy.  The list goes on.  And we ate in little mini courses, cleansing our palate in between with sorbet - and wine.  Finishing off with a good sauterne.  

      i'm really glad i start my resolution tomorrow.  It's going to take me that long to inhale the meager bits of leftovers i can find.  And to recover!

      i started another painting.  i want to continue on with the first painting's idea, so blocked in a new pose really quickly yesterday.  i've put the other one aside for a few days to dry, and to decide what i want to change (or not.)

      i'm also finding by posting the beginning stages of new paintings, it becomes really helpful to see progress and give me "direction" ideas.  It's kind of neat to look back on the beginning stages, and then see where it all ends up.

PS: the stack of papers to the left are a bunch of plays Himself has to read.  Kinda gives you an idea of what the office/studio looks like much of the time.

PSS:  i just realized that i missed writing in September for two years in a row.  Must not be "my" month.

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