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Whirlwind

Man, the last 30 days have been a whirlwind of chaos and stress. Yet, I feel blessed to say it has made my Love and I even closer.

The first disaster to strike was our air conditioner died. And I mean completed died. There was no reviving it. We went a week without it. Since we have large pets moving into a hotel was out of the question. Although our kids offered to let us stay with them, we decided to tough it out and not impose.

We live in the desert in Arizona and it was August. It’s our monsoon season. If you’ve never experienced Arizona in the summertime, I’m not sure you can appreciate exactly what it feels like here. When they tout it being a dry heat – they are talking about June and early July. In August, we have high temps and humidity. If you go from air conditioned cars to air conditioned buildings, it’s doable. I wouldn’t recommend living by fans alone in 110 degree heat though.

In truth, we were together and we came through it with a new appreciation for each other although our cuddle time took it in the shorts. 🙂

Fast forward to Labor Day – the perfect day for our well to die right? No one open. No one willing to drive out to the middle of no-where to even look at. My Love worked his magic and got it working (somewhat) so we were able to limp by until morning. Now if you read my blog, you’ll know why way of coping is to clean (among other things). Kinky sex with my Love, clean the house from top to bottom, rock out and dance to loud music, read something deliciously dirty and write – to be exact. But, I got off track. My point was it’s very difficult to clean when you can’t turn on the faucet.

During the week, we spoke to many well drillers and heard a different version of what they thought caused the problem and how to make the repair. Toss in stress of our daughter preparing for a 2+ week trip to Europe, a job interview for me and an eight week old pup and the stress level hit critical mass.

Which takes takes us back to coping strategies. Kinky sex is often dirty – no water for aftercare. Cleaning generally requires water too. Sure you can vacuum, but no dish washing, no laundry, no mopping, etc. Music and reading tried their best, but it was a rough job.

Today, I’m happy to say, our well solution was implemented. Everything looks good so far. It only cost the gross national product of a third world country to get water flowing through the faucets once more. My Love, with some help from our son, effected the repair.

He was truly amazing. He did tons of research and learned all about our current system and what else was available. As always, he took charge and made the decisions – with some input from me. I’m very proud of him. He was up at sunrise and worked his butt off most of the day. The sun was brutal and there’s no shade. Temperatures reached over a hundred degrees, yet he worked tirelessly until the repairs were completed and water once again flowed up to the house.

After the sun went down, we took a dip in the spa to help relax his aching muscles. Sitting there together, watching the sun go down, he leaned over and kissed me. Then said, “thank you. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.” I wasn’t working the shovel, or manhandling the tanks, or repairing the plumbing, or risking my life with the 220 electric that runs the pump, but here he was thanking me for supporting him. Silly man, I live for him – how could I not support him? He’s the best!beautiful

 

 

Birthday approaching

My birthday is fast approaching and my Love has asked me what I’d like as a gift. Frankly, I have no idea. He’s generous to a fault. If I ask for something, he moves heaven and earth to give it to me. I’ve learned over the years to be careful what I express an interest for.

When I struggled to give him a suggestion, he changed his question, “What would you like to do for your birthday?” Again, I have no idea. Of course, we’ll spend the day with the kids, but how? Last year, we played laser tag, shopped and ate lunch at our favorite restaurant. Unfortunately,  I had a serious reaction to the food and spent the rest of the day quite ill.

I don’t want to risk going through that again. During the past year, I had an injury to my arm and laser tag is out. Shopping was quite fun, though. The kids were silly  and we picked out the worst outfits we could find and had each other try them on. Oh, how we laughed. We had such fun, I hate to try and recreate it knowing it would surely fall flat against the memory.

Which leaves me back at square one.

At least I know how the evening will end – kinky fuckery at its finest. My Love will no doubt think of something delightfully torturous and I’m really looking forward to every minute of it.

Home sick today

But I’m putting the time to good use. I’ve written a couple thousands words in my new story for the Master’s Touch series. Here’s a small excerpt.

“I want to strip you bare then spank and crop your ass. I’ll flog your back and shoulders until they’re striped a rosy pink. Then fuck you. Right out here in the open where everyone can see your glistening wetness drip from my cock as I pound in and out of you.”

Pretty bold statement considering he just met Nikki less than an hour ago. Tyler is shaping up to be a very interesting character. I can’t wait to see where he takes this story!

Celebrity Hallpass

aka – hey, babe, you’re good enough for everyday use, but if I have the opportunity to experience that – I’m outta here.

Is that the message I want to send to my spouse? Absolutely not. I love and adore him. I would never want to undermine his self-confidence in that way.

I had this discussion the other day with my brother. He told me to ‘lighten up, Francis’ it’s a joke.

Well, no it’s not. Was his intention to subconsciously tell his wife she’s a place holder until something better comes along? No. He loves his wife very much. I don’t think he would do anything that he thought would hurt her.

This is the same brother that goes to strip clubs fairly often with ‘the boys’. Another topic we argue about. He tells me I need to grow up. Bawhahahahaha. If only he knew! I tell him he’s showing his wife that she doesn’t do it for him anymore and that if he wants to see something hot he has to go pay for it.

He laughs and tells me, ‘I’m a prude’. Silly boy. When My Love and I are at ‘our’ club we see so much more than what’s allowed to take place in a strip club. The difference is My Love and I don’t go there alone to view the opposite sex. We go there together to have a sexual experience using equipment that we can’t disguise as something else.

We go there for fellowship – although he could argue the same thing. He is there with ‘his boys’ catching up and shooting the shit. How they can do that considering the music volume is another question I’ll never have answered.

He sees a hallpass or his strip club visits as harmless. I see them as detrimental. His wife has had a tummy tuck, liposuction and a boob job. Are the two related? I think so. My brother would surely argue they aren’t. I’m not walking in their shoes. I’m only an outsider looking in, but the two seem connected from my view.

Thoughts?

Escapism is my friend

I’m still feeling the loss of my pup. I tear up all the time. I can still see him sitting his rump on my couch – because he knew his feet weren’t allowed up there and I still find myself bending down to give him a treat or saying, “mommy loves her boys – be good,” as I head off to work. But there is only one boy now.

I knew I needed to lose myself in a new story, but I had to finish His to Own. I wanted the three stories previously published in the Master’s Touch series to be back on the market, before I started writing the fourth. It took a long time to reverse the changes the publisher had made, but I finally uploaded it to Amazon this afternoon. It is probably my favorite of that series so far and I enjoyed going back through it, but there’s nothing like creating a new story.

The characters will share their story in bits and pieces. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and finally understand why this person did this or said that. It’s so cool when all the pieces finally fit together. It can’t fill the void of losing my pup, but it can help me escape for a while.

In the couple of hours I’ve been working on it, I’m at a little over two thousand words. I have a long journey ahead, with twists and turns and I’m sure the characters will throw me a curve of their own before it’s completed, but it feels good to be excited about something.

If you haven’t visited the world of Master’s Touch, you can find it here. The third book, His to Own, should be available shortly.

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Let’s Be Independent Together

Yeah, I know it’s 114 degrees outside and there’s no good reason why I’m remembering a line from a Christmas movie – but there it is. I’m weird like that.

My Love and I have been together over 37 years. I think it works because we still enjoy and crave our together time. We are independent people. My guy collects toy trains, he enjoys working on cars and cruising around the lake in whatever boat he’s just finished restoring. I have little interest in trains, but I go to the swap meets and help him rummage through the boxes. The only aspect I enjoy about cars is driving them – and extra-curriculars in the backseat, but I go to junk yards with him and help him find whatever widget he’s searching for this time. And I listen as he describes the variations and the small nuances that intrigue him. I know w-a-y more about cars and Lionel trains than I ever thought I would.

I’m sure you see where this is going. I don’t have to enjoy the same aspects of his hobbies as he does. I find enjoyment in watching his face light up when he finds something that makes him happy. I want to be the person he thinks of first when reaches out to share an experience.

By the same token, he has no interest in stained glass. He enjoys the final product, but he’s not one to stand at the work bench for hours on end cutting out tiny pieces of glass, surrounding them with lead and soldering them together. Oh, he has the talent and the patience – just not the interest. Yet, he goes with me to the glass shop and helps me pick out the glass. He feeds me snacks when I’m working with lead and really shouldn’t be messing with food. He goes clothing shopping with me and never complains about how long I take or all the multitude of packages he holds for me. He reads my books-each and every version until it’s just the way I want it. We bounces story lines back and forth and he helps me with scenes that frustrate the daylights out of me. He also my biggest cheerleader. When I’m ready to throw in the towel, he’s there to bolster my spirits.

I revel in knowing that I can be my own person. I can have interests separate from him, yet he’s willing to share them with me – in one capacity or another. We are independent together.

Busy Busy

You might have notices some changes with my website. Since the issue with my previous publisher is now completed, I decided to revamp the look and feel of things. I feel as if I’ve shed a heavy coat and walked into the sunshine. Hope you like it!

I spent yesterday with a houseful of people and being the introvert that I am, after a few hours of that, I needed to escape for a while. I pulled out my jewelry makings and got busy.  I figure making nipple nooses isn’t any different than whipping out your phone and scrolling through half a dozen messages, Facebook and so forth.

I was still able to chat and take part in the fun, but I was productive as well. 20180702_084826

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Finding the new norm

We lost our Great Dane a short time ago. He was my constant companion and I’m still devastated. We’re spending a ton of time with our one remaining pup, Duncan. He’s actually my son’s dog, but my son has moved on and Duncan is still here, so…

Duncan misses his big brother. He’s a corgi mix and loved to live underneath my Great Dane. I used to call them my high-boy and my low-boy. They were quite a pair.

We’re all adjusting. I’m throwing myself into training Duncan and writing. Since I regained the rights to my Master’s Touch series, I’ve been working on restoring them to the way I had wanted them. The first two are out – The One and Only and All Grown Up. I’m working on His To Own.

My soon to be son-in-law created the book covers. I love the design. He does such great work. If you’re in the market for web design, help with your brand or anything like that – check out his website at katz-concepts.com or shoot him an email at ryan@katz-concepts.com IMG-20180602-WA0000

Once I’ve got His to Own finished, I’m going to start on a new project – Tyler Jones’s story. He first appeared in The One and Only and made a brief appearance in All Grown Up. He’s a police officer just beginning to explore the lifestyle. He meets his honey at the new member orientation for Cat Tails, an exclusive BDSM club. As they go through the classes together, their relationship builds. She’s a complicated lady, a good friend, but pretty naive. She trusts when she shouldn’t and definitely needs a lesson or two in enemy recognition. I’m excited to start writing!

When reality starts weighing too heavily on me, I always escape to a world of my own. It gives me time to find a way to deal with everything. Thankfully, my Love understands and encourages me.

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Looking for something to read?

After a long fight with my publisher, my rights have been restored and the author’s edition of All Grown Up is now available!
Can lightning strike twice? Steven isn’t sure he wants it to. When Belle left him, his life crumbled to pieces. He’d lost his job, his place and worst yet his confidence. That’s something no Dom could afford to lose. After he’d exhausted his resources and still couldn’t find her, he’d moved on.

Now, Belle’s back and she’d come searching for him. Steven wonders if her plan is to ruin him for good.

Cover by Katz Concepts

Check out his website at katz-concepts.com or shoot him an email at ryan@katz-concepts.com

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