Willy Wonka and the Dildo Factory

I recently bought a new dildo. It is very detailed and realistic. It also happens to be a bright pinkish purple color and has a suction cup. I’ve been collecting glass toys for some time and I have been wanting a silicone toy that was a bit softer and something I could take in the shower with me. I used it a couple of times during showers and instead of drying it off and putting away like a good girl.. I stuck it on the shower wall for my husband to be surprised by. I guessed at where to put it so that it would be about mouth level for him. Then I waited. He laughed and gave me a look when he found it.

It stayed there for a few days before I moved it to the other side of the shower. This time my husband screamed my name and I had to contain my laughter while I acted totally innocent and sweet. This position had really caught him off guard. It was practically poking him in the side of the face. I couldn’t stop laughing. From then on it turned into a bit of a game. When I came back to the bathroom a while later, the dildo was attached to the toilet seat lid. (I was very tempted at this point to remove my panties and take advantage but toilet seats aren’t the most sanitary..)

Places it has ended up so far-

-various places on the shower wall

-the lid of the toilet seat

-the bathroom mirror

My husband has nicknamed the dildo Willy Wonka. Maybe one day it will find itself in my chocolate factory (It’s true! I have been working on getting my bottom ready for penetration again. It’s been a long while.)

Speaking of, I also got a fantastic new butt plug. A princess plug, as I like to call it. It’s a stainless steel plug with a heart shaped (purple!) gemstone. That’s my type of jewelry.

The King of Lizards

We (mostly Daddy..) rescued a tiny lizard yesterday. He was caught in a spider web and dangling from the edge of Daddy’s house. The poor little one was very freaked out. He still had a bit of web stuck to his tail so Daddy gently removed that before releasing him. Now I’m wondering if Daddy will start to receive gifts from the Lizard King because he rescued his son. I wonder what kind of gifts he might get? Cats give catnip and mice.. And the chance to marry the King’s son. Ohh! Daddy could get married to the cute little lizard. Bwhahaha. (If anyone who reads this gets my reference, major bonus points to you! And a cookie too.)

I got tired after watching the rescue so I ended up dozing off while snuggled in bed near Daddy. (We had been watching My Little Pony. The things Daddy does for his princess. Hehe.) He was working and growling like a bear. I suppose that isn’t surprising since he looks like a bear.. Then Mr. Bear– err I mean Daddy, woke up the princess from her nap for a much needed (and deserved, I suppose) spanking.

I felt extra tender all over again so Daddy pushed me close to crying a few times without even really trying. He pushed me a little and gave me some pretty harsh hits that brought me closer and closer to tears. I never did cry but it was sure a big stress release anyway. It felt like a cross between a good spanking and a maintenance spanking. It was exactly what I needed.

Daddy made me ask him to spank me harder. I didn’t want to because he was already spanking me quite hard but oh it felt so good when he obliged after I asked.

I love being over Daddy’s knee. That’s obvious but there’s another position I really like too- snuggled up to Daddy with my arms around his neck and my face next to his, my ear near his mouth. My bottom is sticking up and exposed for him. I love to be spanked in this way. I especially enjoy it when Daddy whispers in my ear in between smacks.

After my bottom was heated and red, we snuggled up like always. Daddy’s cock was very hard after that spanking. I couldn’t wait to suck him off. It had been so long since I was able to have him in my mouth. I drooled and sucked on his cock while he grabbed my messy bun tail on my head and pulled and guided. He talked dirty to me and I loved every second of it. He exploded a little in my mouth before I popped off and let him finish in my hand. His pants were covered in drool and cum. We went out to a nice lunch after.

It was a very good day with Daddy. The snuggling and little kisses and silly moments were the best.

I’m Not Your Ghost Anymore

It was a short time that you were in my life but you taught me so much. You introduced me to many new things and opened my eyes in a way no one else could. Thank you. I very much enjoyed our short relationship.

I’m not sure how you can drop someone out of your life like they never existed. My heart and my head were already feeling fragile and then you just up and disappeared. No words.  Part of me wants you to say something but another part says that would be a mistake.. Because you might say something that would hurt even more than your silence.

“You have to let people go. Everyone who’s in your life are meant to be in your journey, but not all of them are meant to stay until the end.”

You taught me a few painful lessons. I think some small sliver of me will always miss you.

(This picture was taken on the day that I realized the relationship was gone. It was a gift.  I came home to find it this way. Prior to that, it sat on my nightstand for a couple of months. I thought maybe I should have just eaten it but then I would have missed this sign and the picture opportunity.)

Finding Daddy Again

I spent part of the day with Daddy recently. We were supposed to go out to shoot some pictures but that didn’t work out due to a delivery he needed to be home for.
We ended up hanging out and spending quality time together. I got my second spanking for the first time in forever. I got spanked a couple of weeks ago and it had been almost a year since the last time. We were distant for a while. I had a tragedy of sorts happen and Daddy was there for me when others were not.

I was very tender today for some reason, like I had been previously spanked. I squealed and kicked a lot during my spanking but I loved every second. I can never express how good it feels to have Daddy’s hands all over my bottom. He wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled my head back when he wanted and pushed my face down in the bed when necessary. I missed him having that control over me.

After he had been spanking me for a while, it was time for the big ones. Ten big, hard spanks. I had to count them and thank him after every one. “One, thank you Daddy. Two, thank you Daddy.” He called me a good girl and had me get up for a hug and snuggles. My favorite part. We laid in bed and just cuddled for a while, with my panties still pushed down and my bottom exposed for him to caress and smack when he felt like it. I asked him if he enjoyed giving me the spanking and he answered by placing my hand on his bulge. I rubbed his cock while we talked about things. I wanted to suck him and make him cum in my mouth but I didn’t want to rush things too much.

Daddy is out of town for a couple of weeks. I wasn’t able to see him before he left so I will be way overdue for a spanking when he returns.

Happiness in Dark Times

The new year has barely started and already there are several changes happening. A few ships have left the harbor but there are a couple more on the horizon. I’m not sure if they hold treasures.. Or traps.

I can’t pretend that I’m not scared. I also can’t say that I’m not excited. I’m both.

Things have been a little dark for a while but fortunately I have found a light. I’m not sure where it will lead but I’m looking forward to exploring and finding out.

Donut Worry, Be happy

Mmm. Yum.  This is exactly what I needed. It has my favorite sprinkles too! Happy little girl right here.

How many licks..

Does it take to find my soft center? (This did not start out as a dirty entry but it quickly made it’s way there as I was trying to think of a title.)

“I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you or because I said it, or because I text you first or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.”

I find it really difficult to let my soft side out too much. I don’t want to come off as clingy or needy. I am those things sometimes though.. It’s part of who I am. I am a messy and difficult person. I want to tell you everyday that I miss you (because I do) but I don’t say it as often as I want. Maybe I should.

ISO Wings

“Love is a ghost you can’t control.”

One of the hardest things about being polyamorous is falling in love with someone and going through all of the emotions over again. It’s a wonderful feeling but it’s also scary at the same time. I think about him often and I find myself wanting to listen to love songs and watch sappy romantic movies even more so than usual. I’m still falling. I haven’t landed yet. I’m not sure if it will be a soft landing or more of a splat. Maybe I will sprout wings and fly. I can always hope.

Time After Time- I wish you hadn’t called

Why did you have to call me? You made promises and plans that you know you won’t keep. You forgot important things that you should have remembered and then acted like it was nothing. Are my feelings not important? It’s obvious that I come last and honestly, I can understand that. The thing is.. Understanding doesn’t make it hurt any less. You become distant and then you pop back in my life. Over and over and over again. You need to stay or go. My heart can’t keep playing your game.

If you’re lost you can look and you won’t find me.

Time after time

If you fall I won’t catch you
I won’t be waiting.

Time after time

Daddy The Lazy Peon

Daddy and I were having a World of Warcraft related conversation. I told him what we were discussing beforehand  made me think of a quest in the game where you have to smack peons on the head to wake them up and  get them to go back to work.

Daddy needs to take me over his knee very soon. Not only has it been way too long since my last proper spanking, but he is very rusty and could use the practice. I had lunch with him last week and he smacked my bottom while we were hugging in the parking lot. I told him that he partially missed and was out of practice. He promptly forced me to bend over his front seat and gave me a few swats on my bottom, over my shorts. I really enjoyed it but it’s obvious that Daddy hasn’t been spanking anyone enough! I stand by what I said. I might regret it later when I am over his knee again.