Blush

There is something about a blush. Many things are able to cause it, a shy moment, an embarrassing moment, or a moment of ardor. They are all my favorites for different reasons.

A shy blush is something I simply adore. I know I am witnessing an innocence bared. It is sweet and juicy like a sun ripened fruit just waiting for me to sink my teeth in. I love making someone new blush in shyness of the desire that is welling in them. Beautiful.

Embarrassment can be so fun in a scene. I have one playmate I love to tease and humiliate by teasing and taunting. The fire in their cheeks is delightful, and I love the bashful looks.

Ardor is a whole other matter. I myself blush in the heat of the moment when I am about to cum or as I cum. I have also witnessed the flushing of face and oftentimes chest in my lovers. It is always a good sign.

Yum..

Socks

Ok so why don't they sell packages of 7 pairs of socks? This seriously makes no sense to me. I can buy one, three, four, six, ten, or twelve. Seven days in a week requires only seven pairs of socks.

I know, why does it matter.. well I hate having to much or to little of anything. There is a finite number to my need, and I find myself woefully challanged to just will the need with no waste,  no shortfalls.

It only convinces me even more that I need to live in a commune where nothing is wasted.

And of course where playtime, is plentiful. Because one can never have to much fun.

Ouch

Tonight I spent the evening alone with my princess. It has been weeks since we have been able to do this.

We started the evening with sushi and snuggles. Soon we were undressed and cuddled into bed.

Princess got up to snuff out candles and I lay there awaiting her return.

Suddenly I hear "OW OW OW OH NO" I jump out of bed and rush to her side. The scene before me made my heart leap. She was seated on the floor gripping her foot and blood was spattered all over the floor.

She had been victim of non consensual blood play. Poor girl had stepped on a shard of glass!

I was quick to grab a towel and then the first aid kit. Soon I was able to tell that the cut would not need stiches. I gently cleaned and bandaged her foot. Poor girl!

We determined that a wick on a candle was resting against the side of the holder causing it to explode. The room being poorly lit did not make the hazard readily apparent.

I took her back to bed where I held her and we exchanged old "war wound" stories.

Not exactly the romantic evening I had planned but it was sweet anyway.