It’s also about the cake:
And the pie:
As you can see, we spent our Sunday afternoon baking in our fabulous, working and finally installed oven. I can’t wait to get in and try my hand at some bread. Mmmm….bread 🙂
In my 6:30am ravishing this morning, I was informed that the period between 7pm and 10pm each night will now be known as the ‘booting hours’ and boots are required to be worn.
I was also informed that henny-penny fashion was no longer going to be tolerated in the house and that I was required to be naked or in slut wear – no comfy clothes, no pjs, no ugg boots.
Looks like I’ll be stoking the fire to furnace levels so I don’t freeze my tits off for the rest of the winter.
Notes to self:
- Being dragged from my bed in the pre-dawn darkness by my hair is not because M has made a special breakfast for me – there may be something going in my mouth but it ain’t food
- If my pussy hair is long enough to grab, it needs to be removed or he will tug on it at every available opportunity
- A slap accross the face can sometimes hurt less than tmj in pre-dawn relaxation sessions
- Standing too close to the heater with exposed pussy rings in post-ravishing, pre-dawn freezingness is a sure way of inflicting a self-brand
(There’s also a new post in the Quirky Japan (57-59) if you haven’t already seen it. Yes, I’ve been a busy girl *nods*)