Friday, March 26, 2010
Welcome Back!!!
My boy returns from training today!!YEA!!!! Well at least pre-deployment training for this past month. But hey I am excited!! Welcome back My boy!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sub Update
It’s been a while since I have really talked about my sub. Why? Because he is off being Uncle Sam’s bitch instead of mine.
Pout.
I keep being asked what are we doing in regards to O/our D/s while he is gone. So I will go ahead and answer that here and now. I suggested putting it on ice while he was gone. He however did not want that and asked me most profusely that W/we keep going in whatever capacity that W/we could. Which left Me with a quandary. Well he is only gone for a month right now and he has his cell phone so we are still in daily contact but when he left I did not know if he would be able to contact me at all. So he was sent away with some directives.
See My boy admitted to me right up front he has 2 problems that he is attempting to work on. 1. drinking. When he is bored he wants to drink. Which is why he is best when he is busy busy busy. 2. Anger. When he gets frustrated he will sometimes go straight to anger as I have already recounted on this blog. Especially if he feels unjustly accused of something or if he is told he is wrong when he knows he is not. Oh and then there is number 3. which was being naked but I have since fixed that. Anywho… Drinking is easy enough to limit when you are on an Army Base training for deployment. But he was sent with limits on how much he could drink if he had the opportunity. The other is to work on controlling his anger. Both things can be accomplished only on his own and he is on his honor to tell me how he is doing with both. He keeps me informed when he is feeling the mounting pressure that leads to an angerball. Once he has identified he can redirect that energy in another way, or simply recall that he is not allowed to get angry with his superiors or brothers in arms. This helps him and it is a great exercise of endurance. He has had to keep this up for almost a month now. I think he is making progress.
As his trust grows with me he is opening up other aspects that he was too afraid to tell me before. Desires and urges he was afraid and ashamed to tell me about. A couple of hard limits he had have since not only softened but indeed evaporated. It’s been really a fantastic experience which I would not have envisioned when he was leaving 3 weeks ago.
This is the kind of thing that will only help when he is overseas where he will be far beyond My reach for a whole year.
Pout.
I keep being asked what are we doing in regards to O/our D/s while he is gone. So I will go ahead and answer that here and now. I suggested putting it on ice while he was gone. He however did not want that and asked me most profusely that W/we keep going in whatever capacity that W/we could. Which left Me with a quandary. Well he is only gone for a month right now and he has his cell phone so we are still in daily contact but when he left I did not know if he would be able to contact me at all. So he was sent away with some directives.
See My boy admitted to me right up front he has 2 problems that he is attempting to work on. 1. drinking. When he is bored he wants to drink. Which is why he is best when he is busy busy busy. 2. Anger. When he gets frustrated he will sometimes go straight to anger as I have already recounted on this blog. Especially if he feels unjustly accused of something or if he is told he is wrong when he knows he is not. Oh and then there is number 3. which was being naked but I have since fixed that. Anywho… Drinking is easy enough to limit when you are on an Army Base training for deployment. But he was sent with limits on how much he could drink if he had the opportunity. The other is to work on controlling his anger. Both things can be accomplished only on his own and he is on his honor to tell me how he is doing with both. He keeps me informed when he is feeling the mounting pressure that leads to an angerball. Once he has identified he can redirect that energy in another way, or simply recall that he is not allowed to get angry with his superiors or brothers in arms. This helps him and it is a great exercise of endurance. He has had to keep this up for almost a month now. I think he is making progress.
As his trust grows with me he is opening up other aspects that he was too afraid to tell me before. Desires and urges he was afraid and ashamed to tell me about. A couple of hard limits he had have since not only softened but indeed evaporated. It’s been really a fantastic experience which I would not have envisioned when he was leaving 3 weeks ago.
This is the kind of thing that will only help when he is overseas where he will be far beyond My reach for a whole year.
Monday, March 22, 2010
A word on....Music
I love music. Music is like magic to me. It gets inside me and can fill me with a whole myriad of emotions depending on the song. Occasionally I’m listening to a song and it takes on a different meaning. It’s a beautiful day so I am jamming out to the Beach Boys while I write. I just replayed “God Only Knows”. I think that is another song that falls into “My subs mindset category”. It’s one of those songs that I want my sub to aspire to feel that way in regards to O/our relationship.
And no one gets to give The Beach Boys any shit. I would fuck Mike Love still today.
And no one gets to give The Beach Boys any shit. I would fuck Mike Love still today.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Movie Recommendation: The Fourth Kind
Usually it’s only those who are fortunate enough to txt with me or be on my Netflix friends list (btw if you are on Netflix, be my friend!!!) that are lucky enough to get Lana’s Movie Reviews. But now you, my extended virtual family, get an installment.
I watched The Fourth Kind with my husband last night and to be perfectly honest it scared the fuck right out of me. And that very rarely happens. VERY. I love horror. In fact I dedicate the entire month of October as “Scary Movie Month”. In that month I will watch every horror flick regardless of budget that my husband brings home. I dig it. Scary movies are better than horror in my opinion though. If the movie messes with your mind ala The Sixth Sense, more the better. If it is a straight up hack slash flick, none the worse. I’ve seen every Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Candyman, and all the other franchise flicks ever made. Those who know me know there is only one franchise I avoid like the plague. That is The Children of the Corn. Won’t touch those with a 10 foot pole.
See I have 2 fears. Both irrational, but what can you do? Anyway I am afraid of corn fields and aliens. Yes I said cornfields. Not corn itself so don’t try to be cute if we’re at a cookout. I love dead corn. But while it is live and in the field….Cringe…shudder. Now with corn fields come a fear of the Amish. Yes, the Amish. They scare me. I don’t know if in a past life I was a Mennonite girl captured for my wicked ways and held prisoner of some twisted “fundamental” Amish who spent years torturing me sexually, physically and mentally. In fact if that would explain several aspects of this lifetime, but I digress. The fact is, I saw The Children of the Corn when I was a bit too young and it scared my over active imagination. It took me 2 solid years of living amidst corn fields before I stopped hyperventilating while driving past one. I know you are laughing, but they terrify me.
So bear that in mind when I tell you that I would rather convert and go live with the Amish than to see a UFO. Aliens petrify me. Don’t get me wrong. Not the X Files or Men in Black type aliens. In fact representations of aliens don’t bug me at all. The only movie I have seen that scared me was Signs. Cornfield+Alien=Lana never watching it again. It scared me, though now I feel that it could have just been Crazy Mel. What scares me is that I do believe in life beyond this planet. And to hear my beliefs on that subject we have to be sitting face to face with a vodkay drink in our hands. But I can say that my beliefs fall more into the Chariots of The Gods realm and not in the Illuminati/David Ikee realm. I would like to think that if there was life beyond this planet and that life was more advanced than us to the point that they are able to make transgalactic journeys that the alien race would hopefully be coming in a research capacity, Star Trek style. In fact I like the Star Trek idea a lot. They may be here amongst us, but they have their Prime Directive and as we all know you get in trouble if you break the Prime Directive. I can live with that. But that asshole in my head keeps asking “Yeah but what if they’re not? What if there are alien assholes who go joyriding to our Podunk little planet and kidnap and rape the indigenous peoples because they know we have no way of informing the Federation?” Because if that’s the case with my luck I know I am going to be one of those unlucky bastards! My grandfather said he saw a UFO. Not in the Look up in the sky way, but the Unsolved Mysteries way. 10 feet in front of him and 40 feet up. Before you scoff, my grandfather was a Sheriff and not the type to make up stores or lie. Whatever he saw or felt that night scared him to the point that the 2 times he ever spoke about that night he cried. He wasn’t that type either.
This movie fucked me up. See it.
I watched The Fourth Kind with my husband last night and to be perfectly honest it scared the fuck right out of me. And that very rarely happens. VERY. I love horror. In fact I dedicate the entire month of October as “Scary Movie Month”. In that month I will watch every horror flick regardless of budget that my husband brings home. I dig it. Scary movies are better than horror in my opinion though. If the movie messes with your mind ala The Sixth Sense, more the better. If it is a straight up hack slash flick, none the worse. I’ve seen every Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Candyman, and all the other franchise flicks ever made. Those who know me know there is only one franchise I avoid like the plague. That is The Children of the Corn. Won’t touch those with a 10 foot pole.
See I have 2 fears. Both irrational, but what can you do? Anyway I am afraid of corn fields and aliens. Yes I said cornfields. Not corn itself so don’t try to be cute if we’re at a cookout. I love dead corn. But while it is live and in the field….Cringe…shudder. Now with corn fields come a fear of the Amish. Yes, the Amish. They scare me. I don’t know if in a past life I was a Mennonite girl captured for my wicked ways and held prisoner of some twisted “fundamental” Amish who spent years torturing me sexually, physically and mentally. In fact if that would explain several aspects of this lifetime, but I digress. The fact is, I saw The Children of the Corn when I was a bit too young and it scared my over active imagination. It took me 2 solid years of living amidst corn fields before I stopped hyperventilating while driving past one. I know you are laughing, but they terrify me.
So bear that in mind when I tell you that I would rather convert and go live with the Amish than to see a UFO. Aliens petrify me. Don’t get me wrong. Not the X Files or Men in Black type aliens. In fact representations of aliens don’t bug me at all. The only movie I have seen that scared me was Signs. Cornfield+Alien=Lana never watching it again. It scared me, though now I feel that it could have just been Crazy Mel. What scares me is that I do believe in life beyond this planet. And to hear my beliefs on that subject we have to be sitting face to face with a vodkay drink in our hands. But I can say that my beliefs fall more into the Chariots of The Gods realm and not in the Illuminati/David Ikee realm. I would like to think that if there was life beyond this planet and that life was more advanced than us to the point that they are able to make transgalactic journeys that the alien race would hopefully be coming in a research capacity, Star Trek style. In fact I like the Star Trek idea a lot. They may be here amongst us, but they have their Prime Directive and as we all know you get in trouble if you break the Prime Directive. I can live with that. But that asshole in my head keeps asking “Yeah but what if they’re not? What if there are alien assholes who go joyriding to our Podunk little planet and kidnap and rape the indigenous peoples because they know we have no way of informing the Federation?” Because if that’s the case with my luck I know I am going to be one of those unlucky bastards! My grandfather said he saw a UFO. Not in the Look up in the sky way, but the Unsolved Mysteries way. 10 feet in front of him and 40 feet up. Before you scoff, my grandfather was a Sheriff and not the type to make up stores or lie. Whatever he saw or felt that night scared him to the point that the 2 times he ever spoke about that night he cried. He wasn’t that type either.
This movie fucked me up. See it.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Trip to COSI
So my inlaws were in town last weekend. My mother in law had us take her to COSI (not the restaurant but the great children's museum). Believe it or not we had a blast. Here are a couple of pics. Pretty cute!
Cool pic of my kid being silly
My mother in law had fun.. and I managed to capture it!
One of their exhibits was Grossology. The Impolite Science of the Human Body. This was a giant walk in nose!
Me in the nose. I was so white I looked like cocaine!
And last but not least, Rat Basketball! This is a staple of the COSI experience and I never miss it if I can help it. These 2 rats are Audrey and Kathrine. You can see Katherine is scoring a point in the pic!
Cool pic of my kid being silly
My mother in law had fun.. and I managed to capture it!
One of their exhibits was Grossology. The Impolite Science of the Human Body. This was a giant walk in nose!
Me in the nose. I was so white I looked like cocaine!
And last but not least, Rat Basketball! This is a staple of the COSI experience and I never miss it if I can help it. These 2 rats are Audrey and Kathrine. You can see Katherine is scoring a point in the pic!
Woot!
So there I am yesterday, laying around feeling pretty crap overall. Oh did I not mention I’ve been sick as a dog for a few days now. My daughter came down with whatever the hell this is last week. I came down with it this. Now my husband is showing signs of it. Joy. Anyway, I am laying in bed congested, achy and terribly inconvienced by the whole thing when my phone rings. And the picture on my phone is a beautiful woman who I’ve been crushing on for a long time. Eek!! Ended up talking with her for about an hour and a half and I am happy as a lark! Good conversation that left me giggly for about an hour afterward. And we all know how adorable I am when I’m giggly. I mean come on, this woman sang Animaniacs to me! How on earth could I not go weak at the knees?
I love unexpected goodness!
I love unexpected goodness!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A word on...being bi.
I’m Bi.
I know: Shock! Gasp! It’s true though. Since before I was interested in boys I was interested in girls. My first sexual experiences were with girls. When I masterbate I think about or watch girls. And yet here I am married to a man. WTF?
Why am I telling you this? Because I’m fabulous and I know you wanted to know. You’re welcome. Also because a friend of mine told me that she has been repeatedly attacked both verbally and though email because she identifies as Bi. I repeat: WTF? I’ve received my fair bit of unpleasantness steming from my dalliances with the fairer sex (by which I mean both). But most of what I have encountered is just that, unpleasantness. Not attacks. So I was shocked to say the least.
To explain I hated the term “Bi” for a long time. In my mind bi=frustration. It wasn’t a real identifier. Bi people were kind of “with the band” if you know what I mean. Plus I couldn’t find any real bi women. Because let’s face it when you are “bi” the “bi” only matters when dealing with those of your same sex. Otherwise you are just straight. Anyway I was awash in “bi” women who were not really bi. They were that lovely subset that I would refer to as “poser bi” or “Oh me too!”. You know the ones I am talking about. The ones who say gratuitously how “bi” they are but only when there are people around, most importantly, if there are men around. The ones that will lead you on, making out with you, feeling you up and generally getting you rather wet in the pants at the party, all so they can get their boyfriend hard. They never had any intention of fucking you. You were a means to an end. I was up to my eyes in this type. And let me tell you that is a frustrating place to be.
Now I’ve always had steady boyfriends. I have been single about 3 weeks in the past 15 years (hand to god(s)) but I have never been able to shake that desire for the fairer sex. Thusly I have had several relationships with women in concurrence with my boyfriends. Trust me, they did not mind. However these girls did not identify as “bi”. Those wonderful women who have shared my life were straight clear through. But we were close enough that they felt comfortable telling me they were attracted to me (after years of knowing each other usually) and I gave them a slow introduction to the female anatomy. Then there were the straight up sluts. (These were known as my harem years) Anyway, I have recently learned the term “heteroflexible” and that describes these girls to a T. They were hetero, but for me they were prepared to be a bit flexible. I met most of them at church in my youth group (both kinds). Come to that I had a lot of sex at church events. No wonder I like religion play so much. Damnit Lana, focus! The point is they weren’t “bi”. And the Lesbians I knew at the time were not interested in “bi” girls as a rule (How L Word of them, and look!! Alice and Dana had a wonderful relationship! Until Dana died. FOCUS!)
I knew that I was not heteroflexible. I defiantly was not gay. I just like cock too much. Which left me with “bi” which I associated with frustration. I didn’t like any of these. So I did the only thing I that was appropriate. I stopped labeling myself. I persued relationships where I had interest regardless of what gender they were. If pressed I would say I was “Omnisexual”. During this time of being a sexual omnivore I met the 5 people who I formed long term lasting relationships with. 2 female. 3 male. Though I did not know it at the time most of these relationships were unhealthy power exchanges. But that is another blog for another day. Both females were straight. 2 of the 3 men were bi. How odd is that?
Anyway, I got hip to the D/s scene and learned the term pansexual which though it didn’t quite feel right I took that up for a while. For those of you who don’t know what pansexual means, it means “Yes” but emphatically. It seemed to cover more of my interests which I was finding out were many and varied. I like it all. It’s all hot to me. 2 men fucking. 2 women fucking. 2men and a woman. 2 women and a man. 1 man, 1 woman and a MTF transsexual. 1 man, 1 woman and a FTM transsexual. 4 bis, 2 gays, 3 lesbians, 3 transexuals and a harley. YES! So I identified as pansexual in that I checked that box when I set up my fetlife account. But when I meet someone face to face and they inquire about my sexuality I always say “I’m bi.”
But when I hear from a beautiful strong bi woman that she is being harassed because of how she identifies I had to give it a good think. How should I identify? See in my heart I am bi. Why? Because when I was first finding a word to put to what I am so that others would understand who and what I was, that word was bi. And though other words have come along that may be more spot on, those words have never felt right for me. Yes, I could call myself pansexual so that whoever I meet knows that I like it all (which is somehow more specific) but it’s never felt right for me. Nor has omni or straight or gay or anything else I have stumbled across. Bi feels right to me.
To those who give my friends shit for identifying themselves as Bi, I’m going to say this 2 different ways. 1 nice. 1 not. Take away whichever feels right to you.
1. Sexuality is a long road traveled. No 2 people walk precisely the same path. Those who are lucky enough to know, truly know, their sexuality and feel strong enough to express it to the world and live it openly should not be harassed regardless of if they identify as gay, straight, bi, trans, omni, nuetral, or non gender specific. Or any other sexuality I may not know of because I am sure there are loads. In the end it does not affect or effect you in any way what she, I or anyone else chooses to call themselves. If they are not harming you, then do not harm in return. If you think they should define themselves differently realize that is your opinion and does not mean that others should share it.
And now the second option. This one is the not so nice one. Those with delicate sensibilities should turn away now.
2. Go fuck yourself! You’ve got a hell of a lot of nerve emailing someone an unsolicited tirade of hate. Who the fuck are you anyway? Who? A screen name? Fuck right off. My friend is a prominent member of the community in the offline sense of that word. Which means she has the balls to get out from behind the computer screen. She’s not spending an hour composing a scathing letter to someone she doesn’t know because she doesn’t like what some anonymous stranger has on a profile. She’s out there living and loving and playing and fucking and making the most out of this short little blip we call life. So kiss my bi ass on her behalf! She’s too classy to tell you what a fuck wad you are.
Now if the second option offended you feel free to ehate me. But just remember, you had an option and you chose hate. Not me. You. So bring it. I eat Mormons for breakfast.
I know: Shock! Gasp! It’s true though. Since before I was interested in boys I was interested in girls. My first sexual experiences were with girls. When I masterbate I think about or watch girls. And yet here I am married to a man. WTF?
Why am I telling you this? Because I’m fabulous and I know you wanted to know. You’re welcome. Also because a friend of mine told me that she has been repeatedly attacked both verbally and though email because she identifies as Bi. I repeat: WTF? I’ve received my fair bit of unpleasantness steming from my dalliances with the fairer sex (by which I mean both). But most of what I have encountered is just that, unpleasantness. Not attacks. So I was shocked to say the least.
To explain I hated the term “Bi” for a long time. In my mind bi=frustration. It wasn’t a real identifier. Bi people were kind of “with the band” if you know what I mean. Plus I couldn’t find any real bi women. Because let’s face it when you are “bi” the “bi” only matters when dealing with those of your same sex. Otherwise you are just straight. Anyway I was awash in “bi” women who were not really bi. They were that lovely subset that I would refer to as “poser bi” or “Oh me too!”. You know the ones I am talking about. The ones who say gratuitously how “bi” they are but only when there are people around, most importantly, if there are men around. The ones that will lead you on, making out with you, feeling you up and generally getting you rather wet in the pants at the party, all so they can get their boyfriend hard. They never had any intention of fucking you. You were a means to an end. I was up to my eyes in this type. And let me tell you that is a frustrating place to be.
Now I’ve always had steady boyfriends. I have been single about 3 weeks in the past 15 years (hand to god(s)) but I have never been able to shake that desire for the fairer sex. Thusly I have had several relationships with women in concurrence with my boyfriends. Trust me, they did not mind. However these girls did not identify as “bi”. Those wonderful women who have shared my life were straight clear through. But we were close enough that they felt comfortable telling me they were attracted to me (after years of knowing each other usually) and I gave them a slow introduction to the female anatomy. Then there were the straight up sluts. (These were known as my harem years) Anyway, I have recently learned the term “heteroflexible” and that describes these girls to a T. They were hetero, but for me they were prepared to be a bit flexible. I met most of them at church in my youth group (both kinds). Come to that I had a lot of sex at church events. No wonder I like religion play so much. Damnit Lana, focus! The point is they weren’t “bi”. And the Lesbians I knew at the time were not interested in “bi” girls as a rule (How L Word of them, and look!! Alice and Dana had a wonderful relationship! Until Dana died. FOCUS!)
I knew that I was not heteroflexible. I defiantly was not gay. I just like cock too much. Which left me with “bi” which I associated with frustration. I didn’t like any of these. So I did the only thing I that was appropriate. I stopped labeling myself. I persued relationships where I had interest regardless of what gender they were. If pressed I would say I was “Omnisexual”. During this time of being a sexual omnivore I met the 5 people who I formed long term lasting relationships with. 2 female. 3 male. Though I did not know it at the time most of these relationships were unhealthy power exchanges. But that is another blog for another day. Both females were straight. 2 of the 3 men were bi. How odd is that?
Anyway, I got hip to the D/s scene and learned the term pansexual which though it didn’t quite feel right I took that up for a while. For those of you who don’t know what pansexual means, it means “Yes” but emphatically. It seemed to cover more of my interests which I was finding out were many and varied. I like it all. It’s all hot to me. 2 men fucking. 2 women fucking. 2men and a woman. 2 women and a man. 1 man, 1 woman and a MTF transsexual. 1 man, 1 woman and a FTM transsexual. 4 bis, 2 gays, 3 lesbians, 3 transexuals and a harley. YES! So I identified as pansexual in that I checked that box when I set up my fetlife account. But when I meet someone face to face and they inquire about my sexuality I always say “I’m bi.”
But when I hear from a beautiful strong bi woman that she is being harassed because of how she identifies I had to give it a good think. How should I identify? See in my heart I am bi. Why? Because when I was first finding a word to put to what I am so that others would understand who and what I was, that word was bi. And though other words have come along that may be more spot on, those words have never felt right for me. Yes, I could call myself pansexual so that whoever I meet knows that I like it all (which is somehow more specific) but it’s never felt right for me. Nor has omni or straight or gay or anything else I have stumbled across. Bi feels right to me.
To those who give my friends shit for identifying themselves as Bi, I’m going to say this 2 different ways. 1 nice. 1 not. Take away whichever feels right to you.
1. Sexuality is a long road traveled. No 2 people walk precisely the same path. Those who are lucky enough to know, truly know, their sexuality and feel strong enough to express it to the world and live it openly should not be harassed regardless of if they identify as gay, straight, bi, trans, omni, nuetral, or non gender specific. Or any other sexuality I may not know of because I am sure there are loads. In the end it does not affect or effect you in any way what she, I or anyone else chooses to call themselves. If they are not harming you, then do not harm in return. If you think they should define themselves differently realize that is your opinion and does not mean that others should share it.
And now the second option. This one is the not so nice one. Those with delicate sensibilities should turn away now.
2. Go fuck yourself! You’ve got a hell of a lot of nerve emailing someone an unsolicited tirade of hate. Who the fuck are you anyway? Who? A screen name? Fuck right off. My friend is a prominent member of the community in the offline sense of that word. Which means she has the balls to get out from behind the computer screen. She’s not spending an hour composing a scathing letter to someone she doesn’t know because she doesn’t like what some anonymous stranger has on a profile. She’s out there living and loving and playing and fucking and making the most out of this short little blip we call life. So kiss my bi ass on her behalf! She’s too classy to tell you what a fuck wad you are.
Now if the second option offended you feel free to ehate me. But just remember, you had an option and you chose hate. Not me. You. So bring it. I eat Mormons for breakfast.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Sunday Smut
Hey there kiddies. As I told you earlier in the week I bought a new bustier and garter. Well finally had it on long enough to take pictures. Here they are! Let me know what you think because even though I am a strong woman who doesn't need your validation, I still like it ;) Pics of the new strapon harness I picked up from Sam on Friday coming soon!
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Strap on harness
I will be picking up my custom strap on harness this weekend. Can't wait to try it out!
Talk sweet to me Michael
So I was not a Michael Buble fan (and forgive me for not knowing how to make the little accent thingy over the e) until my best friend gives me a CD with this FANTASTIC song on it. I love it. I just love it. One of THE SEXIEST songs I have ever heard. If I could only just change a few lyrics (from All "these promises I've made and could not keep" and simply remove the "not") it would be the perfect mindset for how I want my boy(s). Mmmmm....
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I want.....
I'm so greedy. I want someone to buy me pretty clothes and things. I want an ATM slave. Sigh...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Artist needed
Are you an artist? Do you like zombies? Do you enjoy religion play? Are you not offended easily?
Then let me know! I need you!
Then let me know! I need you!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Lana the author
So I am in the process of another sweeping edit of the book I have written. I will be adding about 5 more chapters and pumping up the rest so I can get it up to size and see about getting this puppy out there for mass consumption. Fingers crossed.
Monday, March 8, 2010
This one is for you Cheri
So I have a beautiful, wonderful, downrite gorgeous friend who sent me the sweetest email that brought a smile to a rather dull day. I was driving yesterday jamming as I do to one of my old mix CDs. One of the songs I haven't heard ina long while but it made me think of her. Especially one verse (the second half in particular). I dig music. The song is "Pure Morning" and the group is Placebo. The verse is:
A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better;
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather.
A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better;
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather.
A word on....Sharing
I don't mind sharing when need be. But I have to say that sharing with Master Uncle Sam b...l....o....w....s. I want My sub back. And not just because I need my floors scrubbed.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I went down and spent the day with my lady life mate yesterday. We worked and had fun. It was lovely. And I got away with a lot of booty. Well I mean, I know I have a lot of booty but that wasn't exactly what I meant...
After she kicked me out ;) I decided to treat myself to some new panties at Lane Bryant. I walked in and foudn the BEST pair of panites. I was looking for cute but utilitarian cotton boyshorts (the only type I wear) but instead found the bestest black frilly butt boyshorts EVER!!! Last pair and they were in my size. JOY!
Then upon standing in line I happened to glance over at the clearance rack and what do I see but a GORGEOUS red bustier. I had to investigate. Not only was it in my size but so was the matching garterbelt.
Yes... Lana had a good day. Will post pictures after it makes its' debut tonight. :) If I remember that is.
After she kicked me out ;) I decided to treat myself to some new panties at Lane Bryant. I walked in and foudn the BEST pair of panites. I was looking for cute but utilitarian cotton boyshorts (the only type I wear) but instead found the bestest black frilly butt boyshorts EVER!!! Last pair and they were in my size. JOY!
Then upon standing in line I happened to glance over at the clearance rack and what do I see but a GORGEOUS red bustier. I had to investigate. Not only was it in my size but so was the matching garterbelt.
Yes... Lana had a good day. Will post pictures after it makes its' debut tonight. :) If I remember that is.
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