I had to do a ton of work around the house today getting ready for company later in the week, doing a bunch of laundry and cleaning the kitchen, swiffering the bathrooms - you know, boring stuff.
Of course when I got up I was doing some writing first, only like a half hour, and it made me so horny (I was writing chapter 5 of 'New Arrangement - it will be ready soon my kinky friends, and is it HOT...) and was just so hot and bothered that I took a vibrating buttplug and inserted it, in full vibrate mode, and put my diaper on and satin my wheelchair and did all my housework like that - while also listening to Lady GaGa.
so, first, I am lusting after Lady GaGa lately. Second, sitting on a vibrating buttplug on a gel wheelchair seat is a pretty damn amazing experience. I am glad I wore a diaper, because I would have flooded my seat from the orgasms I had. I'm serious, at one point it was pretty much one continuous orgasm that felt like it lasted 15 minutes.
And yes, I am a died-in-the-wool Lesbian, but I'm sorry, anal penetration feels really good. If you don't believe me, try it.
As I was doing all this I actually killed the (brand new) batteries in the buttplug, though by that point I was so stimulated I didn't actually realize it stopped buzzing for some time, not sure when they died.
I actually considered wearing the plug to work, but there's no way I'd be able to concentrate so I just took it out a little while ago. I'll be wearing a diaper all night though, that's for sure. Still very moist. Maybe I'll just wear slippers into work too, since I'll be in my chair, of course.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Blog - back in the saddle again
Yeah I was listening to a dinosaur rock station earlier and an old Aerosmith song got stuck in my head. Need to listen to more Lady GaGa.
I'm writing again, I'll have a few new pieces out pretty soon. I've just been dealing with a lot of extra hours at work and some minor depression issues - nothing suicidal, just cranky and really lazy, not wanting to create anything new. I suppose that's natural to some extent this time of year.
So this past weekend Heather and I went out to dinner, me in my chair and blind. It was her idea - even the chair part - and it was quite exciting. She fed me and pushed me around, and I was wearing slippers the whole time and she could play with my feet under the table at the restaurant.
speaking of blind simming - I 'think' Heather will be getting me some special blind contacts for Christmas. I just have a hunch on that. I hope so - fingers are crossed... :)
I'm writing again, I'll have a few new pieces out pretty soon. I've just been dealing with a lot of extra hours at work and some minor depression issues - nothing suicidal, just cranky and really lazy, not wanting to create anything new. I suppose that's natural to some extent this time of year.
So this past weekend Heather and I went out to dinner, me in my chair and blind. It was her idea - even the chair part - and it was quite exciting. She fed me and pushed me around, and I was wearing slippers the whole time and she could play with my feet under the table at the restaurant.
speaking of blind simming - I 'think' Heather will be getting me some special blind contacts for Christmas. I just have a hunch on that. I hope so - fingers are crossed... :)
Monday, November 16, 2009
Blog - Depressed and Annoyed
Well, it looks like someone may have hacked into my Hotmail account - oddly enough all they did was set up a 'vacation auto-reply' that sent spam. I don't see anything else different. I changed my email password (naturally) so hopefully the damage is minimized.
Of course not so for my iPod, which was stolen out of my wheelchair backpack when I was shopping on Sunday. Yeah - some jerkface actually stole my iPod right out of my backpack. I was with Heather and I was in my chair (of course) and have a generic black backpack I hang off the back, and my iPod was in one of those special 'iPod' pockets, zipped in. One of the stores was pretty crowded, and someone must have just quickly unzipped the pocket and slipped away with my pink iPod nano. I know it was partially PMS but I actually cried when I found it was gone. I mean, seriously, who steels from a chick in a wheelchair? Seriously...
It doesn't help that I think I'm starting to feel that seasonal depression thing - I just don't want to do anything but sit at my computer and play shockwave games and look for crip porn. And I'm not doing particularly well at either of those, even. Heather's the same way, though - we're both just in a seasonal slump of sorts, I guess. No serious relationship issues, we're both just kinda 'blah', you know?
I'm 3/4 done with the latest New Arrangement story but I just can't see where it's going from here, it's getting repetitive I think. I guess I set it up that way - I mean, how much variety can you put into a lesbian BD/SM relationship where the 'Top' is a complete quadriplegic who can only experience sexual fulfillment by having her hair pulled? I've made it interesting, but I still think it's repetitive.
Money is tight right now too - neither of us can work any overtime, that's been cut at both our companies, and there's no holiday bonuses either, so I'm stressing about what to get for Heather and she's stressing about what to do for me, I'm sure. I know it's cliche, but even two kinky bizarre fetish-loving lesbians can get in the dumps over the supposed 'Most wonderful time of the year'.
So that's it, I'm sure nobody really cares about my depressed rambling, everyone is just waiting on new stories. I was doing great there for a while, too. I'll try to get back on the horse this week. Maybe I just need to get laid? I'll bring that idea up with Heather...
Of course not so for my iPod, which was stolen out of my wheelchair backpack when I was shopping on Sunday. Yeah - some jerkface actually stole my iPod right out of my backpack. I was with Heather and I was in my chair (of course) and have a generic black backpack I hang off the back, and my iPod was in one of those special 'iPod' pockets, zipped in. One of the stores was pretty crowded, and someone must have just quickly unzipped the pocket and slipped away with my pink iPod nano. I know it was partially PMS but I actually cried when I found it was gone. I mean, seriously, who steels from a chick in a wheelchair? Seriously...
It doesn't help that I think I'm starting to feel that seasonal depression thing - I just don't want to do anything but sit at my computer and play shockwave games and look for crip porn. And I'm not doing particularly well at either of those, even. Heather's the same way, though - we're both just in a seasonal slump of sorts, I guess. No serious relationship issues, we're both just kinda 'blah', you know?
I'm 3/4 done with the latest New Arrangement story but I just can't see where it's going from here, it's getting repetitive I think. I guess I set it up that way - I mean, how much variety can you put into a lesbian BD/SM relationship where the 'Top' is a complete quadriplegic who can only experience sexual fulfillment by having her hair pulled? I've made it interesting, but I still think it's repetitive.
Money is tight right now too - neither of us can work any overtime, that's been cut at both our companies, and there's no holiday bonuses either, so I'm stressing about what to get for Heather and she's stressing about what to do for me, I'm sure. I know it's cliche, but even two kinky bizarre fetish-loving lesbians can get in the dumps over the supposed 'Most wonderful time of the year'.
So that's it, I'm sure nobody really cares about my depressed rambling, everyone is just waiting on new stories. I was doing great there for a while, too. I'll try to get back on the horse this week. Maybe I just need to get laid? I'll bring that idea up with Heather...
Monday, November 9, 2009
I'm not dead
Yes I realize I've been quiet for a couple weeks, I'm OK, I have my reasons. I'm still working on stories it's just slow going. I might try a flash fiction session soon.
Monday, October 12, 2009
BLOG - how far would you go?
So, I've been thinking a lot, both in the course of writing more stories and while talking to people at work and online. One of the clinchers was watching a new promo for 'Extreme Wife' with Dawn Porter, a new BBC show exploring marriage customs and traditions around the world.
And of course I put my own spin on it... because that's how I roll ;)
So, how far would a person - I'm thinking woman, specifically, but it could be anyone - how far would a person go to have guaranteed security and safety and wealth? Like Michelle in my 'New Arrangement' story, what would you be willing to give up to be 'happy' and secure in your situation? If you could absolutely guarantee your partner would never cheat on you, never leave you for the rest of your life, would you give up your legs? Paralyzed or amputation? If you could be rich beyond your wildest dreams, would you give up your vision? You arms?
It's not as far-fetched as it might sound with the devotee/wannabe slant on it. Women compromise every day to stay safe and secure in their marriage. Women put up with physical and mental abuse for years and never leave because their husband provides for them, puts a roof over their heads, is a 'good provider' even if he's a bastard. Women in Russia and other places in the world are willing to uproot their whole lives and cultures to get married to Western men they have only met online; the 'Russian Bride' business is still booming, and has even had a devotee element added with some services offering things like amputee Russian brides. There are loads more examples, too, but you get my point.
So we know that women around the world will do lots, put up with lots, to stay married, to stay in that relationship that takes care of their needs, and none of those examples are a guarantee. A Russian bride can be sent back home, and abusive relationships never, ever end well. So if you had a choice, if you could get an iron-clad guarantee that you would be supported, taken care of, treated well, even pampered, and all it would cost was your legs, or your hands, or your eyes... would you?
Of course there's Happiness - something very important here. Could you truly be 'happy' if you became disabled for the sake of security? And if not, then would it be worth it? I think it's easier to be happy in our lives if we have guaranteed emotional and financial security, though, right? I'm pretty sure between 'able bodied and worried about the rent money' and 'paraplegic but wealthy and cared for the erst of my life' the latter woman will be the happier in 90% of cases studied...
Granted I'm not the best person to ask the question of, considering my particular fetishes, but I'm really curious. Would a guarantee of financial and emotional stability, in the form of a good, decent, honest, caring partner/spouse, be worth becoming permanently disabled? And is there a 'scale' there? Like, a comfortable middle-class life with yearly vacations and frequent dinners out might be worth paralysis or a leg amputation, but filthy rich and basking on the yacht might be worth the 'Boxing Helena' treatment?
And of course I put my own spin on it... because that's how I roll ;)
So, how far would a person - I'm thinking woman, specifically, but it could be anyone - how far would a person go to have guaranteed security and safety and wealth? Like Michelle in my 'New Arrangement' story, what would you be willing to give up to be 'happy' and secure in your situation? If you could absolutely guarantee your partner would never cheat on you, never leave you for the rest of your life, would you give up your legs? Paralyzed or amputation? If you could be rich beyond your wildest dreams, would you give up your vision? You arms?
It's not as far-fetched as it might sound with the devotee/wannabe slant on it. Women compromise every day to stay safe and secure in their marriage. Women put up with physical and mental abuse for years and never leave because their husband provides for them, puts a roof over their heads, is a 'good provider' even if he's a bastard. Women in Russia and other places in the world are willing to uproot their whole lives and cultures to get married to Western men they have only met online; the 'Russian Bride' business is still booming, and has even had a devotee element added with some services offering things like amputee Russian brides. There are loads more examples, too, but you get my point.
So we know that women around the world will do lots, put up with lots, to stay married, to stay in that relationship that takes care of their needs, and none of those examples are a guarantee. A Russian bride can be sent back home, and abusive relationships never, ever end well. So if you had a choice, if you could get an iron-clad guarantee that you would be supported, taken care of, treated well, even pampered, and all it would cost was your legs, or your hands, or your eyes... would you?
Of course there's Happiness - something very important here. Could you truly be 'happy' if you became disabled for the sake of security? And if not, then would it be worth it? I think it's easier to be happy in our lives if we have guaranteed emotional and financial security, though, right? I'm pretty sure between 'able bodied and worried about the rent money' and 'paraplegic but wealthy and cared for the erst of my life' the latter woman will be the happier in 90% of cases studied...
Granted I'm not the best person to ask the question of, considering my particular fetishes, but I'm really curious. Would a guarantee of financial and emotional stability, in the form of a good, decent, honest, caring partner/spouse, be worth becoming permanently disabled? And is there a 'scale' there? Like, a comfortable middle-class life with yearly vacations and frequent dinners out might be worth paralysis or a leg amputation, but filthy rich and basking on the yacht might be worth the 'Boxing Helena' treatment?
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