Bait and Switch

I've said it (more than) once and I'll say it again:  He did not tell me the truth.  I asked upfront if he was a sadist.  His answer was, "no."  Hmph.

I can always hear it in his voice when he starts talking about what he wants to do to me on my next visit.  Well, that visit is now!

We tried something different this time. Instead of flying in on Friday morning, I took a late night Thursday flight.  The plane arrived at around 11:00 pm and then a about a 30 minute drive home.  I wasn't sure how we would both do with those hours -- me leaving straight from work and him driving to the airport that late.  Thursday is one of his "long" work days.  But, we both feel it worked out okay.  We have an extra night together and I don't have to get to the airport at 4:30 Friday morning and half the day be gone by time I get there.  Almost unrelated tangent...I've been flying through Nashville instead of Atlanta.  I really like Nashville's airport.  It's different.  Feels cozy.  I love Sir's airport.  There is always (well...seldom not there) a guy in the lobby playing the piano.  It is wonderful.  I'm amazed everytime I arrive.

Okay...onto the relevant part. The flight got in a little late so it was close to midnight when we got home. <<<<Backup a bit.  I, as noted, was hesitant about the late night flight so Sir assured me of the advantages.  Also previously noted.  To further assure me, he said when I got here we could go right to bed....after a "little" play time. 

Please reference post title and intro sentence. 

It was classic bait and switch!!! When will I ever learn? Evidently never!!!

So we got home around midnight and by 12:45 a.m. (that's 12:45 AM, mind you) I am already so sore I can't stand to be touched.  Do you think a person who commits chronic Bait and Switch would stop touching me then?  Simply stated, NO!  He was getting quite a kick out of me almost hitting the ceiling every time he ran his finger down my slit.

Sadist.  Bait and Switch Sadist.

SSO

Only Because I Hold You in the Highest Regard, Jane Austen has nothing on me!

Sir is still battling this pesky sickness.  It's hard seeing him feel this way.  I'm going to continue the current path of treatment though and give him multiple doses of TLC per day.

I woke up this morning, as is usual, to him stroking my back.  I love waking up next to him.  His hands are so warm. It feels amazing waking up to those warm hands touching me.  I nestle up next to him and we spoon.  It's like there is a place created just for me to cozy up beside him.

I normally love snuggling up into that special little cranny.  This morning though I had the task of telling Sir a difficult thing.

So instead of snuggling up in my cozy spot, I kinda sat up and said the thing that had to be said.

Sir, I have to tell you something.  And it is only because we have the deepest bond of love and affection that I can say this, but it is time WE take a shower.  It might be good if WE brush our teeth too!

What?  You don't like the smell of my pheromones?

At this point I have my face buried in my pillow and emphatically shaking my head "No!"

We laugh a little.  Snuggle some more.  And, because I made my protests known, we are heading directly to the shower.  Or so I thought.

Instead I feel his arm get a little tighter and simultaneously my body is tilted a little to the side.  I feel the chill of the room on my backside as he lowers the covers from around me.

I settle into this new place beside him.

We aren't taking a shower, are we, Sir?

No.  I have a few things planned and then we'll shower.

Warming Her Backside

Happy New Year!

My Sir is so sickly, but I arrived last night to provide him with some TLC.  He is busy right now writing a blog for work.  That has afforded me some time to peruse the interwebs for one of my new fascinations. Springerle molds. I blame Delta Airlines for my new vice.  The cookies they give out on flights are amazingly tasty -- and addictive.  I wanted to make these for Christmas cookies this year -- so started the google chase.

Turns out the recipe for those Delta cookies, Speculaas, is hard to pin down.  I found a lot of variations to the recipe.  But, what I did find in my googling were Springerle molds.

Oh. My. Heavens.  These things are works of art.  The tally in my "Shopping Cart" increased significantly today!

The one below, though, was the most delightful to date.  If I had not read the caption first, I would have had no clue what the picture was depicting.  It was really just the title though that made me laugh out loud.  Sir wanted to know what was funny so I covered the title and asked him to guess the name of this cookie mold.

Well...Sir saw a lady with her derrière backed up to large upright object so he thought it was some kind of erotic Pompeian artifact.  

First. Seriously? His first thought was, "Is that a giant cock?" Nope. 
Second. Good news.  Sir is on the mend. He is acting more like his risqué self.  
Third. Seriously his first thought was, "Is that a giant cock?"

Anyways, it was something much less ribald.  But still,  he had a few good things to say about it.

Ladies and maybe a Gent or two...I give you "Warming Her Backside"