Mmmm….it’s now just over an hour and a half before we attend this year’s most important event….
Sex and the City – The Movie!!!!!!
Can you tell I’m excited? In fact, I think I’ve got butterflies in my stomach….or is that ovulation cramps? Lol.
I hopped online last night and attempted to book gold class(private cinema with reclining seats & food and drink service) tickets. It would of been the breaking of my gold class virginity if any had been available, but alas, there seem to be masses of SatC fans and it was booked solid. I was even preparing myself to pay the $74 that it would of cost us just for the seats (as opposed to $29.50 for cattle class) by bashing my screaming inner frugal voice deftly across the head, but ’twas not to be. Ahhh well….at least we’re assured seats as I have the booked ticket printout in my hot little hands and am raring to go.
In smut news, Master has aquired a couple of Wartenberg wheels and has been having immense fun by creating angry red criss-crossing lines across every available square inch of my flesh. Can I just say….it hurts like a mother fucker! That man really needs to be suspended from ebay purchases.
In venting news, I’m constantly amazed by the inability of people to accept my smut as my smut and their smut as theirs and to leave it at that. If I had 10 cents for everytime someone has told me that I’m not ‘submissive enough’ or ‘not suited to D/s’ or even that Master and I should be more ‘loving’ I’d be a very rich woman. I think I’ve already stated on numerous occasions that I’m not the perfect slave and that I realise I’m lacking in a lot of areas, so I really thought that I had that angle covered. And as far as Master and I are concerned, how would anyone reading his or my blog really know what sort of relationship we had? How anyone can possibly think they can judge us based on a few lines of prose thrown out into cyber space is obviously having delusions of grandeur.
Just because I don’t write about the hand-holding while wego grocery shopping, or the masses of kisses that we exchange, or the flowers he gives me, or the meals that he makes, or the gifts that he showers me with, or the cuddles, or the stroking, or the back massages, or the mountains of care and love he shows doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Far from it in fact. And personally, I don’t think you can live with someone long term without all that stuff there in some form even if kink is what brought you together initially.
Kink is fun but lovin’ is what keeps you together and if not, you’re doing it wrong! (^v^)