Sofa @ MindSay 
Dixie currently feels:
Sick 
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I came home today, baked myself a chicken and bacon stuffed crust pizza - and ate it whilst I watched The Weakest Link.
I shouted out all the answers I knew, and I never got one wrong.
I felt rather intelligent, especially when the dimwits on the telly got wrong what I'd shouted out right.
Anyway, I think I've either ate too much pizza, or drank too much Sprite.
Maybe it was the dodgy ice cubes I put in the Sprite?
We buy bags of ice - dad likes to have ice with his cider on his nights in.
But the ice smells like seafood.
I have this really awful feeling that the ice is recycled, having already been used in seafood displays...
Eeewww...
I really hope not.
I fell asleep on the sofa at half 6.
Dad came in and fell asleep on the other sofa.
When I woke up, I turned over - and I rolled into a nice warm patch where I'd been laid.
I have a really high core body temperature - I'm ALWAYS warm.
I'm sat here in a room with no radiator on, in a towel, with wet hair - and I'm still warm.
It's not fair - I'm on a heavy flow period, and I've leaked a little on the front of my jeans when I was asleep.
Oh how the feminine cycle radges me so.
I fell asleep because of my lack of sleep.
For the past week, I've been satying awake until 5-6AM, talking to Emily or playing on my DS.
I'd wake up exactly 8 hours later, either at 1 or 2PM.
Last night, I couldn't sleep.
I laid awake with my DS, listening to some Fire of Glory recordings Emily had done.
Not that she has a boring voice - but when people read to me, I always nod off easier.
When I was little, I listened to stories on cassettes.
I still like to. :)
Ah, the sleep habits of some people. :D
She raised her head higher, arched her back and felt her collar comfortably tight as he snapped and locked the clasp. She opened her eyes and felt the warmth of security and isolation flow through her and felt for the tension on her leash, her fingers following the delicate chain until she felt his hand and held onto his wrist. His hands flowed over her and she spread her knees more to allow him, encourage him, easy access. He approved, and felt her cunt and ass as he kissed her neck and tightened her leash. She knelt up and then rose to her feet as he led her into their shower. She smiled to herself anticipating their morning. There were no schedules or hours or pressure, only what was next, whatever he said was next. She patiently waited and then leaned forward into the hot shower water as he spread her legs and bathed her. The thick washcloth caressed every part of her as she reached behind her to hold his cock or touch his thigh.
He led her out of the shower and wrapped her in his robe and led her back to their bedroom where she dropped the robe and knelt to present herself to him. He pulled firmly at her leash bringing her to her feet, kissed her mouth. She savored the taste of his kiss and returned it, felt his cock against her tummy and pushed against him. He shoved her harshly on her back to their bed. She spread her legs then reached between them and spread her cunt for him. He smiled, looked her in the eyes, then reached and put his finger to her collar with one hand and grabbed her hair with his other. She raised herself for another kiss. He released her and she pouted. She spread her legs and took his hand.
She watched him closely, his eyes, his hands, if his cock was hard and tried to anticipate what would be expected of her. She sought out his eyes and watched him looking at her. He reached for her collar again and twisted it tighter until she gasped and felt him grab her hair again and pull her head back. She pushed her hips forward, awaiting his hand. He removed his hand from her collar and she felt him wrapping her leash around his hand and then pulling her hair with his other hand.
The room was warm and her blood was flowing and she exposed her neck to him, to break it if he wanted. He increased the pressure until she parted her lips to breath then he covered her mouth with his and breathed into her. The room spun and she felt her heart for him. She floated partly on the sensations, more on her imagination of the power he was exerting. She felt the ache in her thighs and tried to relax her hands and thought only that he would grant her the pain and heat she craved.
He bit her lip and she moaned as he tightend his grip on her throat, she put her arms out to steady herself as he bit her throat and pinched her nipples. He pulled her head back with a handfull of hair and she offered him her nipples and heard him softly laugh.
He released her and instantly pushed her down and covered her, pressing her body with his. She opened her eyes long enough to whisper to him and expose her neck again and feel him push his cock hard into her cunt. The sharp sting only warmed her more and she pushed against him and cried out. He was brutal, hard and fast and she moved under him. He covered her mouth with his and fucked her hard. She let herself go immediately and floated on the ache, the pain and pleasure of her clit and feeling him in her tummy as he pushed harder into her. She slowly came in a long moment that left her light headed and then held him on top of her, inside her as he spent himself and then rolled to her side. She felt split in two, the heat and the soreness of her thighs. She twisted and pushed against him to feel it more.
He pulled her collar again and she turned to his kiss and felt his hands softly caressing her breasts, tummy and her pussy. She turned closer to him and inhaled his scent and gripped his arm and felt his muscles tighten as she pushed her leg between his. Pushing him on his back, she rolled over onto him and pushed his legs apart with hers. She pressed against his cock and felt the heat and pain return and rubbed her nipples against his chest and fucked him until she came again and her thighs were on fire. She bit his neck and threatened him with hard harsh bites. He sucked hard on her nipples and raised his hips where his cock went deeper into her. She made fists on his chest and rode his cock until the pain and pleasure separated her and reality.
She lay curled in her spot next to him and nestled her head against his shoulder, and waited for him to command her, as he wound her leash in his hand. He softened his touch, his kisses and caresses and she inhaled his scent and tightened her muscles to be reminded of the soreness. She returned his kisses and exposed her throat.
His arm brought her closer until her full length was lying against him and she could feel his breath warm against her neck. She took loving bites tasting his sweat. She closed her eyes and rested, her flesh warming him and being warmed by him and time faded back away to stillness. He turned her to face him, wrapped his leg between hers and kissed her for a long time and she slipped away where she didn't feel anything but him, and savored the taste of his kisses, his flesh.
He said nothing, but she heard his words clearly in his lover's kisses, tracing her softest flesh and the tiniest look in his eye when he thought he concealed his secrets. She bit her lip, accepting his silence and wondering if she could keep her heart distracted. No, not always.
He slowly released her and she felt the cool air immediately sieze her, the room becoming bigger and more open again. She felt threatened for a second and scooted back closer to him. He kept his hand on her tummy, stood at the foot of their bed and held up his robe for her as she stood then wrapped her tightly. He led her to their bath again warmed a fresh washcloth with hot water and washed her neck, her face and hands, then led her to the kitchen, unhooked her leash, and she sat close by at the table sipping their coffee as he made a hot breakfast and they ate from the same plate.
He sent her after the lotion and moved to the living room. He sat her back on the sofa, put the vaulting bench under her legs and opened the curtains just enough where the soft light spread over her as he opened the robe and massaged the lotion first on her hands, working over her shoulders, breasts and tummy. She drew her knees up resting her feet on the edge of the bench and spread her legs as he rubbed the lotion between her thighs and along her legs, calves and her feet. She could not take her eyes off of him and watched his hands as she felt the sensations he caused. More silent words.
It was mid morning when he released her. He got up, filled the coffee bowl, steamed milk and offered it to her French style. She sipped the coffee and let the steamy milk warm her lips as he walked into their bedroom and return with her sweatshirt and pants. She stood up and he dressed her and reached for her collar. She held it against her throat with her fingers as he unfastened the clasp and removed it. She stood motionless and examined her thoughts, then reached out and grasped his hand.
At arm's length, she twisted her hair and reached for a clip to put it up, but stood still as he picked up one of his notebooks. She stood in front of him and again took his hand, then turned feeling the room cooler and time looking again at her. In the studio she saw that he'd ordered a carafe of cofee and one of hot water for tea and iced bottled water, for two. She relaxed a little and put her fingers to her throat feeling for her collar and stared at the canvas for a long time.
The first few strokes anchored the barest boundaries of her new subject, like an idea she'd thought to write down before it escaped her. Reaching for more pigment, her painting knife and brushes she'd glimpsed the possibilites and then retreated to the thoughts of her sketch pad mentally filling in lines of possibilities and provocations as she stared at the dozen or so lines and curves still undefined on the canvas. Bit by bit the light changed and she again saw the image take shape matching the one in her mind. She imposed the two and traced the images together with brush and pigment introducing the imagery to reality.
She had been staring for minutes when she inhaled the aroma of tea he'd brewed for her and now offered. She looked up to see the light had changed again, the canvas had left her for the moment retreating back to two dimensions. She sipped the hot sweet sweet tea and noted how warm her lips felt and how cool her hands had become as she warmed them on the cup. She shook off a too cool shiver and looked again at her canvas bidding it to life and took as much hot tea as she could, feeling it warm her throat and chest. She reached out her hand expecting to find him near as the canvas briefly focused for her seeing a new detail that had to be captured. His hand appeared, took the almost empty cup and she pucked her lips, but reached again for her brush and pallet and let time look away from her again.
She felt her concentration slipping and briefly squeezed her eyes shut, opening them again to a large shadow within the room and the image again in two dimensions. She was satisfied for the day and looked around expecting to meet his gaze. Instead he was nowhere to be seen and the room seemed cool and she felt absent of heat and warmth, and confidence. She felt again at her throat as her eyes searched the corners of the room and shadows for him. She sat perched on her stool as if it were an island surrounded by a void, a prison of vastness. She slowly put her foot down, gently tested her footing until she stood and moved around a bit. She felt again at her throat and started to call out for him, looking hopefully at the door. The moments passed, and she stood, then taking the first step or two towards the door, he returned, surprised to see her stepping quickly towards him.
"I didn't realize you'd left." She stood close to him, gripped his hand and put her chin up for a kiss.
"You were lost to me my pet. I went and freshened up."
With him in tow and sipping tea, she covered the canvas, and began retiring her studio for the day, glancing at him from the corners of her eyes. She noticed her collar lying on the table and walked over, retriving it for him. She smiled and stood on tiptoe as he fastened it snuggly slipping his finger between it and her throat. She rose again for his kiss and felt the warmth again.
"I want to have something to show you soon, but I'm cold and starved." She gasped at the time when she turned his wrist and looked at his watch. She giggled and looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders. He showered her in hot hot water again, until her skin was flushed and rosy pink. She modestly offered herself as he toweled her off and then led her to the kitchen and sat her near having her hold her leash ready to offer to him.
Dinner was this and that from the frig and from his efforts and she found herself talking about light and color and books she'd seen. She made notes and talked at the same time and he poured wine and asked a question or two. He sat her delibrately on the middle cushion the sofa she'd picked out and built a fire. She stripped, carefully arranging her leash and he found her under a heavy throw as he stripped and lay down next to her.
She woke up, only remembering a full tummy, an extra glass of wine and the warmth of his flesh seeping through her.
"Sorry. I drifted off my love" She caught herself before she spoke more and kept her head down not wanting to see his eyes. She offered another kiss as he led her to their bedroom and turned the covers down.
Must. Buy. New. Sofa.
Watch out -- it may make you fat. In study after study, all that TV-time has been shown to increase the risk of obesity. Not only does couch time take away from time spent walking, gardening, and playing with the dog, but also researchers suspect that the commercials could be influencing you to make poor eating choices. Hide the remote, cancel the cable, do whatever it takes to avoid an unfit fate. It's prime time for you.
So what can you do? Limit TV viewing to no more than 2 hours per day, and cut back on other sedentary activities, such as computer use, reading, and resting. Commit more free time -- at least 30 minutes a day -- to being active. Walk at the mall, play catch with your kids, or clean the house.
Originally published on 09/19/2006.
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