Inb4 this could be a long note: I just have a feeling that long notes are polished articles - these things are more like horny mind-babbling after a few too many glasses of wine, getting caught on "paper" by pure accident (or sheer luck, depending on your perspective). And moreover, I often just start writing this down, and a few moments later it's sooo long (never heard Her say that 😅🤔😶‍🌫️). View quoted note →

Forbidden city, one or two generations after being liberated by "righteous" forces. Inside its walls, a small harem enclave still resides. Not that the new overlords aren't above enslaving fellow brethren - it's more complicated. They were bred and raised to have above-normal body temperature, fast metabolism, and limited sweating, so they have utility as the "human" equivalent of the Peruvian naked breed that warmed the upper-class former inhabitants of the complex. Since they were seen as tools, the "alternative" use of them wasn't seen as infidelity, but rather as a sign of a healthy lifestyle, matching the nobility level and expectations. Now, they can roam free - but with undermined immunity (a side effect of the selection), their lifespan in the outside world is limited at best. Enter a young aristocrat heir who went against the grain and, instead of nurturing some babies for her premeditated husband as a good girl should do, nurtures science and other things so beautifully dangerous in women's hands. (Oh, and of course she wears a tight ponytail and round glasses - I am not above clichés, they are clichés for a reason after all.) She gets her foot in as assistant to some respected astronomer (who supports her cause, like an uncle, not in a perverse way), but soon becomes determined to help the living heaters. Few unresolved questions, though. Do they even want to be helped? Did they return to the old ways of offering their bodies because they like it, or because they don't know any better? Is she hypocritical if she thinks cockwarming is degrading for the bottom, while she actually finds that having a caressing tongue between her legs trumps any kind of background music while working on great things? Is she fighting for them to help them, or just to prove it's possible to shake off the shackles of generational predetermination? And is it really that bad being different if you want it? She wanted to get educated and risked being a minority freak ostracized by a quite substantial majority. And they seem to be happy in having found their purpose - quite a feat that most of the prudent world hasn't achieved. And finally, can you really ponder these things while having all your carnal needs (and some) fulfilled before you even open your eyes to the rising sun? I know, run-of-the-mill #writing, but I still like the shape of the idea.

Recharged my Kindle after a while and read some more of Invisible Cities by Calvino. The episodic nature kind of made me think about doing #writing in these snippets in some coherent form. Then read about its structure and deeper meaning, and apparently most of it went over my head. Granted, I read it with long intermezzos of life happening and I still haven't finished, but still.

No amount of preparation will make you ready for this. Sure, you will feel ready, but you are not. #parentstr View quoted note →

Today's #drunkstr - symposium about attainable medical care, water and energy rights, aging, voting schemes that suck (= all of them), and a bunch of tangential things. #ilikeit

Here's the Milovana link for those following at home.

DominatR Chapter 2

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Yesternight was the last day of red tide, and by extension the last day of us playing with the new regime. She played dirty the day before - read: used Her mouth, or rather stopped using Her mouth when I stopped spilling out from mine - and got me to confess about Milovana teases. Just said, "Oh, that sounds interesting. You'll show me tomorrow." And in spite of the Universe trying to wrench any advance, it ended up just as She ordered. ♥️

On my way to #drunkstr - finally got breathing space and time to note.

Both kids home. Mother-in-law came to help, so I can work from home and don't have to stress about the kids. And for sure, I'm not stressed. At least not about the kids. But she means well.

Oh, that challenging day reminded me that I still have to watch latest season of Hilda. Torrenting of course since I am region locked. Doesn't make sense for me since it's original production, but whatever. #onceapirate #hellotorrentmyoldfriend #youwouldntstealfreelancerfont

OK, now what - picking up the other kid to take him to practice, and the teacher mentions he's red-eye tired, and he says it's fine, just his throat is hurting. Have I already spent this week's good karma allowance, or what?

The universe has a perverse hobby in bait-and-switch. Was looking for some mindplay She set up for today - got two servers gone in flames and now a call to pick up the kid from the middle of a week-long school trip because vomiting everywhere (likely "just" sunstroke, but better safe...)

Thinking about getting Her a voucher for a pedicure. Just 'cause.

Whoa, that's almost a nipslip! That could get you banned on some networks (other than nostr)

First thing after a good-morning kiss was instructions for the day, so it looks like She's taking on the role full frontal. Nothing fancy - just edge once while at work, and wear a red ribbon somewhere (currently tugging at my every step with a toe/ankle crude shibari). Observer-me would be cynical about whether this time it'd hold up (it isn't the first foray into these waters), but let's not spoil the yearning.

GM ☕🌤

I was, again, projecting what we could do after Her return on Friday night, but it was straight to bed - so the friskiness overflowed to the morning. That got me moving, and I started something that quickly peaked with some FLR-themed use of a fleshlight. This morning we touched on the debate about how we handle sexual energy differently, and how it made me try to tame my sub tendencies. She came up with the idea that we could focus on this side of mine during red tide regularly - and, to prove Her point, made me show love to Her oiled thighs, which ended with me edging over Her tummy. Twice. Each time She insisted on my tongue being on clean-up duty, which is yet another surprising turn of events. Maybe the wind really is changing. 😶 #flr

Kids got a metal detector for Children's Day. I got the greatest idea to throw some spare coins around the garden so they'd have something to find and keep. Pro: kids got an hour of fun and parents got an hour of coffee time Con: not all the coins have been found, endangering lawn mowers in the future Pro: daddy got to play with the metal detector for another hour #parentstr

Well, the macchiato didn't help. Yeah, with milk. I'm not lactose intolerant - I just lack toes.

Would kill for coffee. OK, not exactly kill. Passionately suck a girl's toes maybe. But then I'd do that for free, so it's not really any mark of desperation. Or maybe it is? 🤔 Can't think, need coffee first. Would kill for it.