I sat outside and sunbathed this afternoon while the boys played in the little pool that I fought to replace. The sun felt so soothing on my aching muscles and joints. Was only able to stay out for about 45 minutes though until I noticed that I was starting to pink. Not too pink, just slight shade that lets me know that any more time in the sun and I will be looking like a lobster instead of a dark skinned Italian. I never used to burn. Not until moving to Georgia. And on the rare occasions that I did burn, it would be gone in 48 hrs. leaving a nice dark tan.

The fresh air was nice. Since the bit of rain we’ve been getting we no longer have the stench of the swamp fires from the Southern part of the state permeating the air. I think I’m going to attempt to make that my daily routine. 45 minutes away from indoor responsibilities isn’t too selfish. Well, it still will make me feel guilty but that’s what chocolate cures. ;-)

Now for the Hornsby’s Amber Draft Hard Cider… Normally, my only monthly extravagant, self indulgence is getting my acrylic nail’s filled. But tonight, after getting them filled in, I had a craving for hard cider and Wal-Mart had Hornsby’s on sale and I said to Joseph, “The hell with a bottle of cheap wine. I want cider.” We came home from the nail salon/grocery shopping excursion and I popped the first one open while waiting for the pizza to finish cooking. I sipped it until it was time to tuck the little one’s in to bed and then I grabbed another and went to sit outside and visit with my neighbor for about an hour. After that second one it was time to start wrapping up the conversations and go inside. I had to find my husband. The cider had gave me that certain sort of “buzz.” If you get my drift.

This rest of this is going to be way too much info most of you. Explicit adult sexual content follows. Sort of. For those closet perverts, the rest is beyond the “more” link.

Now, I need to explain something. Currently, my husband I no longer have a D/s relationship. Inside the bedroom or out. It’s hard for both of us, but we know the day will hopefully the children will have all left home and Joseph can again feel comfortable. Some with D/s type relationships and children find little innocuous ways to make it work for them. It’s not that easy for Joseph. Partly because he’s not comfortable with the possibility of making me scream when children are asleep. And nope, he’s a bit OCD so no other room but the bedroom will do. That’s just the way he is and I accept that. Gods know I have enough quirks of my own that he ignores. And my problem with trying to maintain any level of D/s is that I find it nearly impossible to slip out of Mommy Mode. Mommy Mode reveals a side of me that is incredibly domineering. I don’t like that side of me. I’m much more comfortable being subservient and laid back. I’ve also come to finally accept that I am a switch. (More on that some other time.) Sometimes I can get laid back, but not very often and never when the children are awake. And you try to go from, as Drop Dead Fred would say, Mega Bitch, to empty headed sex slave. I can’t pull it off. Then there’s the FMS, a lot of our favorite ways to make me hurt have been eliminated as I don’t heal from them as quickly as I used to. Hell, not even the riding crop has seen the light of day in well over a year. And Mega-Bitch is intimidating to Joseph and brings out his submissive side. He’s a switch though he’d never admit to it.

Now the dentures. At first, I thought I’d never get used to them. At first I didn’t even want Joseph to French kiss me. The thought repulsed me. But that’s gone away and they now feel like a part of me. And Gods know it’s a relief to know that I’ll never have tooth pain ever again. The most difficult part for me while physically becoming used to them was the gagging sensation that the uppers caused. That went away after about a week. But still I hated the thought of kissing with them let alone giving Joseph a blow-job with or without them.

So tonight as I came inside, took my meds and got ready for bed, then I went to find Jospeh. He was exactly where I knew he would be, at his desk reading his daily reads and I straight up asked him, “Dentures or no dentures? I need to know because tonight I want you to fuck me but first I want my lips around your cock.” Instantly he answered, “Teeth are better than no teeth.” I was a bit humiliated and asked, “Is it the kissing? Does it freak you out?” After a lot of shy dodging of my questions he told me that w/out the teeth it’s not as good. It seems he likes the feel of the teeth against the side of his cock while, well you get the picture.

At that moment for me it was pure power trip time. It turned me on. Blow jobs always do and I thought they never would again. We also discovered a little positive thing about the dentures and blow jobs. Remember a bit ago *points up the post a bit* when I said at first they gave me a constant feeling of gagging? Well it seems that when that went away it left me with a very strongly diminished gag reflex. Diminished to the point that I can deep throat his up curved cock without having to contort myself into awkward positions. *cue happy dance*

Ouch! Can’t do a happy dance. Not while standing or sitting or anything else. Why? Well my turning the tables led to rough S&M sexual activities. I won’t make myself out to be a totally trashy tramp but will say this, Joseph used his hands in ways he hasn’t in a very very long time in a place that now is swollen and bruised. I love it when he’s doing something to me and after an orgasm I open my eyes to look at him and he has that smug grin of satisfaction on his face.

I came downstairs after getting us cleaned up to sit at my desk and crochet or a bit because I am still achy from the FMS flare up and I have one of those lovely and cheap Dr. Scholle’s heated massage chair pads in my office chair. I can’t crochet tonight. And likely not tomorrow at any time for a day or so. The massage action of this is way too distracting and sitting doesn’t just make my spine hurt now but also my bits.

So here I sit blogging about nasty things while sipping cappuccino and taking my time to savor a couple of Cocao Reserve Truffles and hopping for the heat action of this chair pad to hurry up and get hot to sooth my spine. I love it when he spoils me like this. :mrgreen: