I'm sick.

I feel icky.

I made up a new word.....Fruitickenarian....although in a comment on JeN's blog I thought maybe it should be Fruitickenegenarian. I'm good at making up new words. Especially when I'm doped up on Advil. I've only had two all day....I'm loopy.

I was talking about giving my friend a tea biscuit (she was holding it for my Mum) but I screwed it up....let's say her name was...Sarah...with an H. It's just not Sarah without the H...

This is what I said : I gave Tarah your seabiscuit Mum.

Of course that's not exactly what I said because my friends name is neither Sarah nor Tarah. Who spells Tarah with H anyway?

Regardless. I feel icky and I've just gotten over the big red week of hell.

Did you know after you go off the pill you get no warning signs that you're about to get your period? Talk about screwing with your mind. But I digress.

He went away for the weekend. He has a ...Bach. Pronounced Batch. What we call a cottage or Holiday Home if you want to get all Ritzy and what not. This is the view from the ...deck? grass out front? I don't know. But I want to go there and have him do deliciously wicked things to me out in the open.

(Normally this is where a gorgeous picture which includes white sandy beaches, blue skies and a bit of...mountain? would go...however ol'sicky I am I can't remember where I saved it to. Go figure. So in the meantime...enjoy this picture of 7 yr old me...at Halloween.)



He's supposed to call tomorrow and perhaps let me do wicked things to myself for him. I wish we lived closer. He could cuddle me when I need cuddling. Punish me when I need Punishing, and spank me whenever I wanted it. Well....if I asked nicely.

*Blush*

I was standing on the shoreline, letting the waves lap over my toes, gently once, gently twice. I had wrapped a throw blanket around me to ward off any chill. Couldn't have me getting sick now could we? It was a small blanket but large enough to cover my petite frame.

All I could hear was the gentle lapping of the waves. I never heard him walk up behind me, but I knew he was there even before he put his hands on my shoulders. I sighed happily and leaned my back into his chest.

"It's beautiful here. I wish we could stay here forever,"
"I do too my pet, but we can't. The real world always intrudes and we always have to say a beintot, but we never have to forget," Smiling up at him, my eyes half lidded as I feel myself growing warm. I rub my backside against his groin gently.

"You've given me so many beautiful memories, would you give me one more?" He quirked his head at me with a look of slight wonder in his darkened eyes and nodded slightly. I could feel his cock pressed hard against me, grinding into my back a little. I drop the blanket to the sandy beach and lay down on my back.

"Out here...please? Just once...?" I smiled nervously and he knelt before me, cupping my chin in his hand.

"After how well you've behaved this week, and how well you accepted your punishments. I can do no more than reward my pet," He bent his head and started nibbling and licking at my stomach and waist and I let my head fall back to the sand. Staring up at the light blue sky, and letting the waves carry me away.

*Blushes*

That's all for now folks. It's all my loopiness will allow. I keep imagining clowns jumping out of the woods with chainless chainsaws and rubber Hatchets. Not very conducive to a sexy story.

|| by Fae ||
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