I'm a bit at odds with myself. We've been on a vacation of sorts, and it involves lots (and lots) of family and wholesomeness. Also lots of "down time" for me in which there's nothing to do but read, play on my laptop and if it weren't so blasting hot outside it would have been lovely to spend some time on the deck. I've been reading lots of blogs, baking lots of goodies, I finally started on "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo".
But damn-it, there are ping pong paddles everywhere you look. I suppose not so surprising considering they have a ping pong table. And there's an oar-type thing in yonder corner (ah, yonder, I must be losing it). AND I am most definitely ovulating. I feel like a writhing, seething bundle of sexual tension and gripped with the strongest desire for a paddling I've had in a long time, and I'm surrounded by the crazy over-the-top wholesomeness that is my huge extended family.
Shoot me. Actually there are so many words that I would like to replace shoot with, but I just can't bring myself to write them at the same desk my (insert relative here) prepares his sermons at.
2 comments:
Haha. Isn't funny how a spanking kink makes you feel like the kid who said "I see dead people" except you are saying "I see spanking toys?" It's amazing how many vanilla homes are loaded with spanking implements and how they have no earthly idea.
Oh sis, you are not alone. I swear being around people you swear probably AREN'T kinky just makes it worse. Hope you get that paddling soon :D
Celine
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