Testing, testing… 1-2-3…
This is a test. Repeat: This is ONLY a test. Mrs. Fever is attempting to blog from her phone.
If this had been a real blog post, you would be examining the contents of this purse (lube, condoms, hair ties, matches…it’s best to be prepared) or perhaps witnessing the *use* of the purse’s contents, rather than the viewing the purse itself.
But again, this is only a test.
A time for vacation…
I’m a bit of a minimalist when it comes to packing, and I’m always careful to travel with only the bare necessities. Since Mr. Fever and I are heading out tomorrow for an ‘unplugged’ excursion in the mountains (camping is NOT my thing; we’re leasing a luxury cabin ~ complete with hot tub ~ for a little ‘us’ time ;)), I thought I’d share my ‘travel essentials’ checklist with you.
As of this moment, my (vintage) Towncroft baby blue train case (I’m most definitely a retro girl… Bettie Page anyone?) currently contains:
- One Icicle (a girl should never be without her glass cock)
- Mighty Tidy (a girl should never be without her toy cleaner)
- One (brand new, 9.2 oz) bottle of I.D. (a girl should never be without lube)
- One bottle of (shea & cocoa butter) baby oil (moisturizer and massage oil in one!)
- Four silk scarves (a lovely dual purpose item – not only do they look cute in my hair, but they’re lovely for tying up…erm…loose ends :))
- One dozen condoms (just…because)
I may have never been a girl scout, but I’m always prepared. 😉
What’s that you say? My list doesn’t take into account the fact that we might encounter a cougar in the woods?
Well, considering that I could be a cougar myself if I chose to take up with men (*snort*) half my age…
Cougars shouldn’t be a problem.
Perhaps, however, the cubs should ‘be prepared’ for me.
So this morning I stumbled into the bathroom (I have an incredibly reliable internal alarm clock ~ OhmyGodIGottaPee! ~ that never fails to urge me out of bed in the morning), bleary eyed and barely functioning. As usual.
My husband was not in my bed when I rolled out of it, but as I was draining the batteries on my internal alarm (Well, how else am I supposed to describe it? It’s like Niagara Falls. Seriously…), I heard footsteps outside the bathroom door.
A moment later (stiiiilllll peeing), Hubby’s head popped in.
“I wondered where you were,” he said.
“Mrf…” was my (typically A.M.-eloquent) response.
He looked at me and… How can I describe this look? Hmmm… Let’s just say a scene from Bambi comes to mind. What was the word Flower used to describe it?
Twitterpated. That’s the word. He’s absolutely twitterpated.
“Mnuh…” I say.
( I don’t speak English in the morning. It’s a good thing he understands Feverish.)
“You look so cute sitting on the toilet, hon.”
I blinked. (I wish this site had emoticons. There is no way I can tell you what my face must have looked like upon hearing this news.)
I am still cracking up!
In the event you were wondering about my Mister… We celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary this month, and let’s just say…
The man adores me. Even while I’m peeing.
It is moments like these that define our marriage.
I love to sunbathe. Love, love, love it…
The heated kisses of the sun on my skin are cooled by a sensual breeze, and I am equal parts relaxed and aroused. Energized and exhausted.
And I freely admit that yesterday I was…
How shall I put this?
Determinedly lazy. 😉
I spent the first day of summer basking in the sun. Carefully so. (Fifty Shades of Gray might be all the rage, but fifty shades of pink is not. At least not where sunburn is concerned. We can talk about spanking another time…) My Norwegian heritage shines through (perhaps ‘glows’ would be a better descriptor here) in my fair skin, so I am liberal with the sunscreen and I don’t exactly tan, per se.
But there is something very sexy about the skin-on-skin contrast between alabaster and a darker shade of white.
Mr. Fever has a lot of fun untying the strings on this particular swimsuit. 😉
That fine point of pleasure-pain was burning up my nerve endings as I was riding the edge of orgasm… Not quite… Not quite… Pleasepleaseplease…
Concentrating on even breaths, I centered myself… Relax… My fingers swirled and stroked my clit as my body lay open, relishing the cool air on my hot skin.
DAMMIT! Aaaaaarrrrrrgh! :((
Let’s hope the Mister gets home soon. Grrrr!
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Oh. Did you think this post was about tease and denial…?
Domme, Sub, and Switch…
I am none of the above and all three combined.
Redhead, blonde, brunette…
The clearest of enigmas.
Honey, peach nectar, and tart cherry are yours for the tasting…
Hold me down…
Drink me up…
Beer, wine, or liquor?
Nothing so simple.
I’ll be your Absinthe.
And one more will never be enough.