A lyrical post...

Being the sensitive, no strike that, OVER-sensitive soul that I am, I have always been strongly affected by music, song lyrics in particular. I was thinking back on last year, the various songs I was obsessed with....and I noticed something that surprised me. All the songs I played over and over were kind of.....dark. As I was putting this post together I thought to myself, damn, I'm a happy person. Why don't I like happy music?!?!?! Maybe there really is a bit of a goth chick lurking inside me. Hmmmmm....

The first person who can name all of these songs and/or artists gets a special prize. *wink* Some of them were new last year, some of them are a lot older....

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
Cuz I'll never never sleep alone

-

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all...

-

Bow down before the one you serve

-

In the afterlife
You could be headed for the serious strife
Now you make the scene all day
But tomorrow there'll be hell to pay

Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement
Top skill and brain
But all the things you try to hide
Will be revealed on the other side...

-

Forget your lust, from rich man's gold.
All that you need now, is in your soul.
And you can do this, oh baby, if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
is to be satisfied.

-

There is no sense in pretendin'
Your eyes give you give away
Something inside you is feelin' like I do
We've said all there is to say

Baby, breakdown, go ahead give it to me

-

Why can't I get just one kiss
Why can't I get just one kiss
Believe me there'd be somethings that I wouldn't miss
But I look at your pants and I need I need a kiss

-

I could feel it go down
Bittersweet I could taste in my mouth
Silver lining the clouds
Oh, and I,
I wish that I could work it out

-

This old familiar craving
I've been here before, this way of behaving
Don't know who the hell I'm saving anymore

Let it pass let it go let it leave
From the deepest place I grieve
This time I believe
And I let go [x2]
I can let go of it

Though it takes all the strength in me
And all the world can see
I'm losing such a central part of me
I can let go of it
You know I mean it
You know that I mean it

-

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My Fake Plastic Love.

But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

And It Wears Me Out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted,
All the time, all the time, ohhh... ohh...

-

Can't you see that you're smothering me,
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
has fallen apart right in front of you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]

Every step that I take is another mistake to you
[caught in the undertow / just caught in the undertow]
and every second I waste is more than I can take

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I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

-

What do you make of me
What can you take from me
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Let me rip you up and down

For you I came to forsake
Lay wide despise and hate
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations

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What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

-

One you lock the target,
Two you bait the line,
Three you slowly spread the net
And four you catch the man!

And my favorite thing to say this year.... "Sweet? Where do you get off? Where do you get sweet? I am dark and mysterious, and I am PISSED OFF!"

Happy New Year Flowers!

What song are you?

I'm in quiz mode today.

Your 2005 Song Is

Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls "Dont cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me Dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me" What happens in 2005, stays in 2005!

What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?

What does your birth date mean?

Your Birthdate: July (date deleted)

You're so intuitive, it's like you have a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense. You connect with others freely and easily - and you tend to have many best friends. Warm and caring, it's hard for you to close your heart to anyone. Affection is like air for you - you need to give and receive it to survive. Your strength: Your universal compassion Your weakness: Your unpredictable mood swings Your power color: Mauve Your power symbol: Butterfly Your power month: February

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

I am so addicted to these quiz thingies. I found this one on Freakchylde's site.

HNT #5, and a naughty audio post!

I'm feeling frisky for this week's Half Nekkid Thursday. I've never shown my face here before. You're not going to get full frontal (*wicked grin*) but here's a few pieces of the puzzle.

Before blindfold....

After blindfold....


Yes, I am smiling softly at you....


A little bit lower....I was rolling around a lot....my hair goes pretty wild....
Osbasso, the King of HNT, gave us HNT-ers an assignment. He wanted us to choose our favorite HNT pic, repost, and say why. My favorite is actually the third one in this group, of my lips. And why....? Because I was thinking about something wonderful when it was taken....

And now.....This audio post is not safe for work, children or pets! Play at your own risk!!!! *verrrrrrry wicked grin* I swear it hurt a lot worse than it sounds like it did. Oh well. ;)

Internal dialogue...

Blondage: You need to work on your New Year's resolution.

Blondage's Inner Brat: No I don't. Mine is going to be the same one I always have.

Blondage: NO! If we have sex even more frequently you'll break our body!

Blondage's Inner Brat: You are such a pussy.

Blondage: Don't you effing start Beyotch! Only TWG calls me that and gets away with it!

Blondage's Inner Brat: *pout*

Blondage: *glare*

Blondage's Inner Brat: Fine. My resolution will be that we have LESS sex..

Blondage: *growl* Take it back or I am spanking your ass. *flexes pumped biceps*

Blondage's Inner Brat: Riiiight. That makes sense. Spank your own ass. Sounds like fuuuuuuuun. *sarcastic grin*

Blondage: I'll get Sweetpea....errr.....I mean Other Half to do it then! Pfffttthhhtt!!!!!!!!!

Blondage's Inner Brat: *silence*

Blondage: Ohhhhh Sweeeeeeeeatpea.......I called you Sweetpea on the blawwwwwwwwwwg again!!!!!!

.....muttered curses drift in to the office from the next room.....

Blondage: Your ass is grass now.

Blondage's Inner Brat: So is yours, Blondie.

Blondage: *blink* Shyte.

Blondage's Inner Brat: *snicker*

Blondage: Well.....I have an idea.

Blondage's Inner Brat: Something naughty?

Blondage: Of course.

Blondage's Inner Brat: Well?

Blondage: *grins wickedly*

Blondage's Inner Brat: *stamps foot* Tell me damnit!

Blondage: How about.....an audio blog of the spanking?

Blondage's Inner Brat: *purrrrrrrrrr*

Blondage: Psssst.....Flowers.....if it pops up, it will NOT be safe for work!

Christmas wrap-up and a meme!

Oh where to start, where to start.

I spent 6 nights out of the last week drinking heavily. I am scared to get on the scale. Oi vey. I am currently hung over, which seems to have become kind of the norm for me. I am still on vacation for two more weeks. Woo hoo! Soooo.....if I appear to be slogging (slacker blogging), it's because I am off painting my house or shopping or lounging around in my fuzzy new pjays....or perhaps shackled in these:

Guess who gave me those cuffs?!?!?!? If you guessed my Other Half, WRONG, spank yourself immediately. Nope, it was The Wee General, aka my trainer/neighbor. I was a bit stunned!!!! LOL!!!!!

Here's a pic of my husband's favorite Christmas present:

This beast is a fireproof gun safe. It's almost as tall as I am. He received a bunch of gift certificates for a hunting store and bought this monster yesterday. It weighs 600 pounds. Other Half and my brother managed to get it upstairs by themselves, and only took out two walls in the process. Ahem.

He paid dearly for the demolition last night.

Ahem ahem ahem. *wink*

Here's a pic of my favorite Christmas present:

Other Half always spoils me rotten. He always goes bananas and buys me waaaay too much. Such a sweet man. This was my favorite present. It's a Coach bag. He bought me the matching wallet too. Upon opening, I of course immediately thought of Ala. That girl loves Coach more than any person I have ever known! *grin*

And since I am the mood to share, here is a pic I took about ten minutes ago of my pouting 95 pound Golden Retriever. Doesn't he look forlorn? He is pouting because The Wee General's 4 year old daughter just knocked on the door to say hi and he didn't get to jump on her, knock her down and lick her to death. Isn't he a pretty boy? Pouty at the moment, but pretty.

And now, on to the meme....

I was Tagged By the lovely Lionette.

Here are the rules; The first player of this game starts with the topic and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don't forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged!” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

The following may not be weird to you but they are to somebody.

1> I have to pull covers up to my chin or I can't sleep. I think this goes back to my childhood, when I was scared of monsters...? I thought if I was totally covered, they couldn't get me. It just became a habit over the years I guess....

2> Another little kid thing I do....I have to have a glass of water on my nightstand.

3> Say I'm at Christmas dinner, and there's 500 different veggies and such to try. I cannot stand for any of my food to touch on my plate. It drives me crazy. I won't eat where it touches...

4> I collect musicals/show tunes in foreign languages. You haven't lived until you've heard "Rent" in Swedish or Les Miserables in Japanese. ;)

5> I collect vibrators....and name them.

I know. I'm a freak.

I now tag:

Earth Rooster

Kent

M Chaos

MJ

River Boat Pilot

Merry Christmas Flowers!

I hope your Christmas is full of thigh highs:

And ankle cuffs:

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
-b

Ha!

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

http://www.GlitterMaker.com/

All I want for Christmas...

...is a new ball gag,

a new ball gag,

see my new ball gag?

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

I'm posting my HNT pics ridiculously early (as in, like, a whole day early). I am going to my office Christmas party tonight. If you've known me for a while, you realize I tend to accidentally drink too much and do something wacky. BBF will be at the party, and god knows she's a terrible influence (hehehehee), so
I had better get these up now in case I am too drunk to do it tonight when I get home.....or too hungover to do it in the morning. *giggling*

I think I got to wear this approximately 30 seconds last night before it was yanked off and thrown on the floor.

*wicked grin*

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

If you'd like to join the HNT party next Thursday, please click here for info!

Update.....home from my Christmas party.....*hiccup*.....it was fun.....*hiccup*.

Is it just me, or is it not vastly amusing that all of my co-workers call my Other Half "Sweetpea". I guess I call him that in public more that I thought...? I introduced him to someone new tonight, and said "M**** this is S****", and M yells "HI SWEETPEA! Nice to meet you!". Even the NEW GIRL knows him as Sweetpea. Oh man!

BBF (for you newbies, she's my best friend and co-worker) has even shortened his nickname to just "Pea". LMAO!

Oh is he ever gonna kick my ass if he sees I blabbed about this on the blog.

But dearest Sweetpea, I didn't tell the blog or BBF about that special thing you did for me this morning, so I deserve points for that.

*innocent smile*

*hiccup*

Yarrrrrrrrgh!!!

I walk in to the gym tonight, and The Wee General is no where to be found.

Soooo........I hop up on the elliptical machine to warm up and get some cardio in....

....and I am moving pretty fast, totally focused on my form.....

....and the wench somehow manages to sneak up behind me, grab me by the waist and shout BOO!

I shriek and go flying off the elliptical machine, stumble in to the poor frightened man who was on the treadmill next to me, HE goes flying in to the chick next to him.

I swear, it was like frikkin DOMINOS!

Wee General starts cracking up, and like she did the other day, falls on the damn floor laughing.

Yargh.

Nosey-John-who-shaves-all-his-body-hair-except-his-head-and-his-eyebrows wanders over, sees her rolling around on the floor again, and practically salivates when he asks what torturous thing she did to me THIS time.

I see a pattern forming.

I am now 100% convinced.

The girl is trying to drive me INSANE.

Seriously. In-fucking-sane.

Scaring the bejesus out of me at every opportunity, kicking my ass harder and harder each week at the gym, telling me sex stories, kissing me, .....WTF? Seriously. WTF? I am so confused!!!! Don't get me wrong, I am totally laughing my ass off about all of this. It is definitely entertaining. But WTF is going on?!?!?!?!?!?

I need a drink. The girl is driving me to the bottle.

And on that happy note, I am heading off to "test drive" the hawt little outfit I bought for this week's Half Nekkid Thursday post. I need sex. BAD.

Update on that little kiss thing...

Sooooo........

Friday night, I had a training appointment at 6pm with The Wee General at the gym.

Sooooo.......

I walk in to the gym, zap my card on the scanner thinga-ma-bob, and walk towards the little cubby things you stash your keys and your card in.

I throw my stuff in, and BOING! Up pops The Wee General from behind the cubby things, yells "BOO!" and SCARES THE FRIKKIN DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME!!!!

I screamed. LOUD!

The whole gym turns to look.

She laughs so hard at me that she literally falls on the ground laughing.

So of course nosey John, the guy who likes to shave all his body hair with women's shaving cream, wanders over to see what happened.

TWG is still on the ground. Literally on the ground.

John: WTF is going on?!?!?!?

Blondage: *blushing*

TWG: *laughing her ass off*

Blondage: She's terrorizing me again. She gets off on terrorizing me ya know.

John: Pussies are an easy target.

(For you newbies, those two think it is funny to call me a pussy when she works me out. I think it is too, but don't tell 'em I admitted that!)

Blondage: *growl*

TWG: *holding her sides, laughing hysterically*

Blondage: I can't wait until I'm strong enough to kick both of your asses. *glare*

John: *laughs and flexes his biceps*

(Did I mention John is about 6'3" and I am 5'6"?)

Blondage: *looks down on the floor at TWG* I swear she is stalking me.

TWG: *laughs even harder, tears rolling down her cheeks*

John: *eyes widen* Stalking you....?

Blondage: She wants to tie me up and beat me with a weightlifting belt.

TWG: *nods and laughs*

(Oh, by the way Flowers, I forgot to mention during our drunken debauchery the other night, I confessed my BDSM "lifestyle" to TWG. I should never drink. Seriously. Never. Bad bad bad.)

John: *blinks* Uuuuhhhhmmmm. Interesting.

Blondage: You have no idea.

Adult industry quiz

According to experts, my adult industry job would be... Stunt Ass Not all adult actors want to have their backsides on camera. This is where you come in and stand in. Your perfect job is a Stunt Ass Take the Adult Industry Job Quiz

A stunt ass. That would look great on my resume. *giggling* Thanks for the link kitten! *purrr*

Oh my.

We took a night off from the gym tonight. My body is just too tired and sore for the abuse. Well....for THAT kind of abuse..... Heh.

A couple hours ago The Wee General, aka my trainer, aka my next door neighbor, called me. She was bored, her hub (aka The Marquis de Sade) and her kids weren't home. She demanded that I come over and have a glass of wine with her.

So I went. How often does a trainer demand a trainee drink. I HAD to go.

One glass turns in to two bottles.

*hiccup*

We have this crazy conversation about our "wilder" days.

I have this stunning moment when I realize my wildest days were fifteen years ago and hers were only five years ago. Sometimes I forget she is ten years younger than me. Crikey.

Anyways.

So we drink.

And we talk.

And we drink.

And we talk....

Nate, you were right.

The Wee General is bi...

...and she just kissed me.

I think I need more alcohol.

HNT #3 and The Prowl, Part V

A couple new "Half Nekkid Thursday" pics....and the beginning of the next "day" in my naughty story.

These cuffs totally rule. They are soft and comfy. You can hook them to each other or to other things....like my headboard (in this pic), the footboard, all four posts at once... *wicked grin*


I think I will call this one "His View". *wink*

For more on the joys of HNT, click here!

And now my little story...

If you missed any of the previous chapters or would like a refresher before you read the latest...
The Prowl Part I
The Prowl Part II
The Prowl Part III
The Prowl Part IV

I feel him lightly stroking my hair, and sigh deeply.

I gingerly stretch.

I notice some soreness in my wrists, ankles and various orifices.

Youch.

I whimper.

"Are you going to growl at me?", he whispers.

I open my eyes, notice his nervous expression.

I promptly burst in to laughter.

"Why? What did you do???", I manage to giggle out.

He pulls the covers up to his eyes. Does he really think that will shield him from my wrath?

"I woke you up.".

He pulls the covers completely over his head.

I laugh harder.

"It's funny watching you cower in fear. Am I really that scary in the morning?".

I reach up and pinch his nipple.

"YES! You ARE!", he yelps.

I snuggle closer and giggle some more.

"How are you feeling?", he asks, as I pull the covers off his handsome face.

He kisses my forehead.

"Used, abused, sore and satisfied.".

He gently kisses my nose.

"Lower please.".

He smiles and kisses me softly on the lips.

"More please.".

He pulls me on top of him and in for a deeper kiss.

"I love kissing you.", I sigh happily.

"I noticed.", he smiles wider.

"Again please.".

He laughs, shaking his head at me. He does that a lot...?

I wiggle around a bit.

He moans.

"Oh, did I hit the right spot?".

I wiggle again.

He groans.

"Behave yourself or you'll get a spanking...".

I quickly spin myself around, throw myself across his lap, and shake my ass at him.

I can tell he is struggling very hard to not laugh.

"Behave yourself or I WON'T spank you, brat.".

I crawl off his lap muttering some rather colorful words and go back to my side of the bed.

He clears his throat.

"Yes Sir.", I sigh.

I roll on my side, facing him.

I pause...I eye my target...I take aim...I pounce.

"Ooomph!", he exclaims.

"Why aren't we having sex yet?", I say with a pout as I straddle him.

"Because we're expecting a guest.", he says with a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

"A WHAT?".

"A guest."

"Uhmmm...my stranger???.".

My heart skips a beat. I am instantly wet. I shiver in antici(say it!)pation.

"No.", he says in a very sensuous tone, "This present is for me.".

*blink*

...to be continued...

100 records...

Tesco, one of my favorite rascals, has a kickass music site that you must visit.

Hopefully you have already haunted his original site, Blank Forever. It's been in my linkies since I first started this site.

He's got a second one that I have been haunting today for all the killer mp3s - 100 Records.

I left all of my damn cds at home the last two days, and Tesco and his fellow contributers at 100 Records saved me from complete and utter boredom.

I spazzed when I saw that Deryke, a regular contributor to 100 Records, did a post on Sublime.

*happy sigh*

God I love that band.

Here's a tasty sample of the joy to be found...

From 100 Records -

How Soon is Now by The Smiths

40 Oz to Freedom by Sublime

Funeral Party by The Cure

Time by Pink Floyd

Complete Control by The Clash

And some great vids by two of my favorite bands from Blank Forever:

Bauhaus covering Bowie

Creep by Radiohead

Go visit and worship, my darling Flowers.

He's going to be IMPOSSIBLE to live with now!

My evil and absolutely fabulous looking trainer/next door neighbor, normally referred to here as "The Wee General", asked my Other Half to marry her tonight.

Things are a bit complicated considering she is married to the Marquis de Sade and Other Half is married to me.

I guess love will find a way though.

*giggling*

Perhaps I should back up a bit.

Ahem.

The Wee General's dryer has been broken for quite a while. She spent a lot of the weekend at my house doing her laundry (good grief do those little babies of hers ever produce some dirty clothes! Crikey!). Other Half helped me fold some of TWG's towels and sheets. That was the first time she spazzed. Then tonight, it looks like Other Half fixed her dryer, saved her lots and lots of money, gave her squealing 4 year old pony rides (the 4 year old told Other Half she wants to call him "Alexis". LOL! If you could have seen his face!) and was tossing her 1 year old in the air and making the little dude giggle. So.....now TWG officially has a crush and hath proposed marriage.

*giggling*

Other Half is like that though. People fall in love with him all the time - kids, adults...heck, even pets. He's just a really special guy.

But like I said in the post title, he is going to be utterly impossible to live with.

Oi.

Training tips

(scroll down to the previous post for this week's Half Nekkid Thursday pic!)

I bet you thought by the title I was going to talk about BDSM training huh.

*grin*

NOPE! Not this time.

I've had several people email me and ask for fitness tips lately. I talked to the Wee General, aka my evil trainer/neighbor, and we put together some stuff for you, my lovely Flowers.

* When working out on machines or with free weights, maintaining the proper form is extremely important. If you break form, you will not be working out the proper muscle group, but more importantly, you could injure yourself - damage your joints, pull a muscle, etc...

If you are working out at a gym and are not sure about the proper form on an exercise, don't be a ninny. Ask someone who works there.

* Do at least three sets of each exercise. Remember, it is that last set that does the most work. We vary my reps each week - sometimes I do higher reps with lower weights, sometimes I go up in weights each set but down in the number I do, usually 20/18/16 or 16/14/12, depending on what we are doing. You've got to change things up, because if you do the same thing every single week the exercises you are doing will lose their effectiveness. Don't do the same cardio every time. Don't lift the same weights or the use the same machines every time. You've gotta change it up!

TWG makes small adjustments each week, but completely changes my program every month. We just went from "Body sculpting" to "Circuit Training". Body Sculpting is working with specific muscle groups each visit. We would break it up in to biceps/triceps day, chest/back/shoulders day, legs day, and then on my fourth work out day go back to biceps/triceps. It's basically a loop. Now that I am a lot stronger, we have started this "Circuit Training" stuff. Uuuuuuugh is it hard. It is a full body, timed work out. We'll do four machines at a time. I go straight from one to the other (literally running from machine to machine with TWG barking at me to run faster), and then once I complete a round of all four, I get a whopping one minute rest. Then we go again. And again. And again. And then we switch to four different machines. Uuuughhhhh.....the pain....the pain..... It is the hardest workout I have ever done in my life.

It works though. *flex*

By the way, though every muscle group needs a rest if you get sore, you can do abs each work out as long as you don't have a super deep soreness there. A little sore is ok. Barely being able to breath would classify as not ok.

* Failure....uuuuugh.......reaching "failure"......when I am to the point where I am about to crash, burn and die, TWG makes me go at least two more reps. Evil, isn't she? On that last round, you are supposed to be pretty much toast. If you aren't, you either didn't do high enough weights or didn't do high enough reps.

* You've got to dedicate yourself to it. No matter how bad a day you had, no matter how tired you feel, you have got to get up off your ass and do it. I promise, if you stick with it, you will be so glad you did.

**rubs her abs and sighs happily**

* Don't rush a movement when you are doing weights/machines. Go slow, make it burn. Yes, I know it is harder that way, but you'll see results faster too. TWG literally slaps my hand if I go too fast.

I swear that girl is a Domme.....

One more thing....start small! I started maybe....eight or nine months ago with just walking on a treadmill that we bought for our game room. After a few months of cardio, I started working out with TWG. It has been a gradual increase. You don't just throw yourself in to the deep end of the ocean. Work up to it or you'll hurt yourself.

* Diet stuff - you've got to feed your muscles, especially you men when you start to get bigger. Lean proteins, lower carb fruits like berries, fresh veggies, complex carbs. You need to have a little bit of fat each day, and it is better to have it in the morning.

We keep changing up my diet. Right now I am doing breakfast with lean protein, like egg whites, egg beaters, canadian bacon, a complex carb like a whole wheat muffin or a corn tortilla, and usually a piece of fruit. I change it up with yogurt, cottage cheese, maybe a whole wheat waffle with sugar free peanut butter...stuff like that.

You should be eating five times a day. I mentioned what I have for breakfast. Even if I am not hungry, I have a snack a few hours later. One of the big keys is, never let yourself get hungry! Your muscles need the food when you work them out!

My snack is usually a piece of fruit or a Matrix protein shake. For lunch this week while I have been on vacay, I have been doing Tony Labrada high protein/low carb shakes. STAY AWAY FROM THE CHOCOLATE FLAVOR! *gag* The vanilla is much better.

If I go out to lunch at work, I try to stick to a salad with protein like chicken, or protein and veggies. About an hour before I work out, I try to do a Matrix (that is a brand by the way, and it is a supplement, not a meal replacement) protein shake. I love that burst of energy. Then after I work out I will either do lean protein and veggies (I made turkey chili tonight....Yummmm....) or another Labrada shake.

As long as I don't let myself get hungry, I have no trouble sticking with the strict training regimen. If I get hungry, I want to dive in to a box of godiva truffles.

MMmmmmmMMMMMmmm.......chooooooocolate.......

Speaking of chocolate...let yourself have a treat. I allow myself one meal a week where I am a bit naughty. You can't deny yourself all the time. You'll make yourself miserable and set yourself up to fail.

Good god. I am waaaaay to into this. *giggling*

Any more questions? Send 'em my way Darlings....

Half Nekkid Thursday post #2!

A little candle wax fun...

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Tagged!

LL tagged me. WENCH!!!!!

Here are the directions: Write 5 random facts about yourself, and then list the names of 5 people whom you in turn infect. Also, leave a post to these people letting them know they have been infected.

VERY random bits about me:

1. I received a music scholarship offer from Julliard. Turning it down to be a professional party animal was not exactly one of my better decisions...

2. I have an unnatural emotional attachment to my cell phone.

3. When I started working out with my trainer I could only do about 35 pounds on the calve press machine. I can do over 200 pounds now. *flex*

4. I have had lots of published authors in my family. I've recently been approached about becoming the NEXT published author in my family. Neat, huh? I am, as far as I know, the only one who writes about/wrote about sex. I hope. Eeeeew! Must think about something else now.

5. This blog has turned me in to an exhibitionist.

5 1/2. Ok, you probably already knew that, so here's a bonus random thing about me. My eyes change colors depending on my mood. If they turn really bright green, run for your life.

If you are reading this and haven't done it already, consider yourself tagged. Pooshie - that means you Mister!!!!!

A special Flower's Birthday

Please pop over and spank MJ .

Happy Birthday!

Linkage updates!

Additions to my "naughty" links:

Adventures of Spanko Girl

Alex and Suze

Blonde Moments Blog

Between the sheets

Inside my lair

Musings of a submissive wife

Osbasso, the King of HNT

S Spot

Samantha

Seldom Understood

The Porn Czar

Additions to the Harem:

Huckleberry's Locked hearts and handgrenades

Paul's 6 million dollar blog

SGT B's Gun Line

And one of my all time favorite blogs:

JustRose

Have fun surfing Flowers!

Talk to.....

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occasionally a bottom to match. You enjoy the
resulting emotional connection as much, or
perhaps more, than the actual spanking itself.
You view spanking as an act of love and openly
welcome its presence in your life.


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Pillaged from Musings of a submissive wife.

Garrrrrrrrrr, me good eye.......

Last night after my "oral reward" (see previous post - hehehehe) we were rolling around talking and wrestling.

I noticed an odd little twinge.

Blondage - "Owie. My eye hurts.".

Other Half - "Want me to stick my finger in it?".

Blondage - *laughing* "Thank you, but no.".

*wrestle, wrestle, talk, blah blah blah, fall asleep*

This morning when I woke up, I couldn't open my left eye.

Uhmmm.......WTF????

*dial Other Half's phone number*

Blondage - "(deleted annoying nickname), my eye is worse.".

Other Half - "Put some visine in it.".

Blondage - "Kinda hard to do that when it is swollen shut.".

Other Half - "Smartass.".

Blondage - "Well.....like.....DUH.".

Other Half - *laughs*

Blondage - "What do you think this is? Allergic reaction?".

Other Half - *dramatic pause, adopts a very somber tone* I'm afraid I know what it is. *sigh*

Blondage - *panics* OMG!!!! Is it BAD?!?!? Do I need a doctor??????? WTF is it?!?!?!?!?!??!!!!!!!!!!

Other Half - *another dramatic pause, somber tone continues* It's Blogger's Eye.

Blondage - *channels Steve-the-Pirate* GAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

A woodsy encounter

I whimper as he slips a ballgag in to my mouth.

"You will not make a sound, or your ass will feel it for a month,", he whispers in my ear.

I nod.

He attaches a leash to the collar around my neck and leads me towards the forest.

I trip periodically as my shoes sink in to the mud.

Fuck-me-heels are definitely not meant for hiking.

We reach a clearing.

I see a small structure.

"Climb.", he whispers.

I grasp a metal ladder and carefully begin to make my way up. I feel his eyes on my ass from below, and begin to wiggle it, teasing him as I climb. I reach the top and swing my legs over the side and into the structure. He quickly climbs up the ladder and in behind me.

He spreads a blanket out on the floor.

"Kneel.", he whispers.

I kneel at his feet.

He removes the ballgag from my mouth, unzips his fly and sits down on the lone chair.

I grasp his cock in my gloved hands.

I lean forward and begin to lick from the balls all the way up to the head and back again.

I take the head of his cock inside my mouth and begin to quietly suck.

I hear his breathing begin to change, quicken.

"Wow. Is he already about to cum?", I think to myself.

I feel his hands on my face, stilling me.

"Get down.", he whispers.

I hit the deck.

BOOM!

The gun cracks.

I lift my head and peek over the edge of the deer stand.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeew!", I exclaim.

- - - - - - - -

For those of you who are completely confused by this one, please read the previous post.

Other Half, you owe my smartass self at LEAST an hour of oral.

Scene from the House of Blondage

When - this morning, as we were getting dressed
Players - Blondage and Other Half
- - - - - - -
Blondage - Want some say in the next part of my naughty story?

Other Half - You know me, you know what I like.

Blondage - *pauses*......Actually, now that I think about it, I don't know what your biggest fantasy is.

Other Half - You're just trying to trick me in to blogging.

Blondage - No, I really want to know! What is your biggest fantasy! Tell me and I'll write it in to my story.

Other Half - I want to shoot a buck with a rack THIS BIG. *spreads arms as wide as he can*

Blondage - *growl*

I need a massage and a vicodan stat!

The Wee General, aka my evil trainer, tried to kill me at the gym today. We worked out for two and a half hours. Something popped in my hip. My neck feels funny. My muscles are spasming in ways they have never spasmed before.

*whimper*

NOT COOL.

Yoko Ono...

...just made my ears bleed.

Sky rockets in flight....afternoon deliiiiiight.....

I was listening to the radio on my drive in to work this morning. They were discussing a British study that perked my wittle ears up.....

Some sort of study was done about work habits. Those sassy Brits discovered that:
1. When employees make "fake" appointments to get out of work on Mondays, it is to do something for or with their kids.
2. When employees make "fake" appointments to get out of work on Wednesdays, it is to go on a job interview.
3. When employees make "fake" appointments to get out of work on Fridays, it is to hook up with someone for wild, crazy monkey luuuuuuv.

Ha!!!!

So out with it Flowers......does any of this (especially the Friday one) apply to you? Got any hot stories???? SPILL IT!!!!!!!!

*grin*

Popping my "Half Nekkid Thursday" cherry!

Well my lovely Flowers, since I have been writing about a threesome...and I have commitment issues...and no one I asked totally agreed...here's three pics for my first Half Nekkid Thursday post.

If you are unfamiliar with HNT, please click the linkie in my side bar.

Happy HNT all!