I find myself in high spirits this Christmas Eve. I’m off from work tomorrow, getting presents from my family and Davey and I get to watch the Yule Log* tomorrow morning. You may wonder why an atheist is all mushy over Christmas, but hey, I wasn’t always the godless heathen I am now and I enjoy the festivities and pagan symbolism (hey, my Christmas tree is a pagan symbol, not a symbol of Christianity) and hell, who doesn’t like to get gifts, for whatever reason. If I could figure out how to get gifts for Hanukkah I’d celebrate that as well. (Kwanzaa might be taking it a bit too far though.)
I’ve spent a lot of time on collarme.com the past day or so and it’s given my libido a bit of a kick start. Hey, a message board thread on face slapping (hawt!) will do that to me. I’m terribly menstrual right now so I’m not acting on this kick start much, but it’s just nice to feel a bit of burning embers going on down below. (I still think the prozac has dampened my libido though.) I find myself having wild bdsm fantasies. *sighs wistfully* I’m so glad that I have a Dom finally so that these fantasies can become reality.
Last night I got some stressful family news near bedtime and I found myself wanting to masturbate for the stress relief qualities. Davey was perfectly fine with my wanting to go solo, but I commented to him while picking up my cell phone, “There’s someone I have to message first.” And nice-guy Davey laughed the most evil laugh over the fact that I have to ask permission to masturbate. It’s funny how he’s the sweetest guy you could ever hope to know but he gets wicked delight over my being Dommed. (It’s a shame he’s not very kinky as he’d make a good submissive himself.) Oh well, at least he enjoys it, but I suppose I sometimes wish he didn’t enjoy it quite so much!
*It’s a New York area thing. Davey had never heard of it before moving to this area. He pointed out that if it were something that sprung up in say, Arkansas, I’d make fun of it mercilessly, and he’s right, but it was part of my childhood Christmases and so I get nostalgic for the six and a half minute loop of burning log.
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