Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

.....turn, and face the strange.....ch-ch-changes.....

--- I took my half-profile pic off the blog. I might put a different one up soon, but I decided I was too recognizable in the "eyes" picture. Trying to fly under the radar ya know. I'm cool with emailing my pic to people who ask. I just don't feel comfy publishing my pic.

--- I'm working with a designer on a new look for the blog. Woo hoo! Can't wait.

--- My trainer is having her boobs done on Friday. She is going from an A cup to an almost D. Holy cow! Talk about a change.

This, of course, means her evil husband, aka the Marquis de Sade, will be taking over my training until she heals. OMG! Just thinking about it makes me wanna cry like the girlie girl I am.

But.........maybe I can use the pain to my advantage.

I got home from the gym last night tired and throbbing (it was legs night! ugh!).

I didn't think I had it in me to "get busy" with Other Half.

I was on the puter, and he started flirting with me. You think I'M a flirt. HA! You should meet the Master! *intentional double entendre*

I could see where he was aiming, and I complained about my legs hurting....

As I was posting comments on many of your blogs (hehehehee) Other Half began massaging my shoulders....ahhhhhh.....and moved to my lower back.....double ahhhhhhhhhh.....and then lowered himself to his knees and began massaging my feetsies, then my ankles, then my calves, and my thighs.....I was kind of zoning, but he demanded that I continue commenting and focus. Rascal. I think it was some sort of revenge for me being on the puter so much?

I whined a bit.

And then....

Other Half: Remember what I did that last time you whined?

Blondage: *whimpers* Yes.

Other Half: *stern look* Yes what?

Blondage: *suddenly feels quite tingly* Yes Sir.

Other Half: Open your legs.

Blondage: *whinces from soreness, opens legs*

Other Half: Slide towards me.

Blondage: *slides and wiggles*

Other Half: *pulls off Blondage's yoga pants*

Blondage: *moans, half in pain and half in excitement*

Other Half: *slowly lifts blondage's legs over his shoulders*

Blondage: *whimpers*

Other Half: *grins wickedly*

Blondage: *laughs*

Other Half: *kisses his way up Blondage's thighs*

Blondage: *sighs, moans*

Other Half: Tell me what you want.

Blondage: *whimpers*

Other Half: *stern look* Tell me what you want!

Blondage: You.

Other Half: *smiles* Where do you want me.

Blondage: Between my legs until I cum.

Other Half: *fulfills Blondage's request, three times in rapid succession*

So Flowers....perhaps being extra sore from a work out won't be such a bad thing.

*wink*