TMI Tuesday

1. What is the greatest age difference between you and a SO? Older or younger? My ex husband was eight years older than me. I've never been with or dated anyone younger than me.

2. What is the greatest age difference between between and any sexual partner? Older or younger? It would have to be the ex again

3. Have you started your holiday shopping? Is it done? I did most of my shopping online and had a blast...ebay...what a wonder!

4. What are the chances there will be a "naughty" present under the tree this year (either from you or for you)? Actually this year I don't think the chances are very good for me receiving anything naughty, and the closest naughty thing I bought someone else isn't really all that naughty. Can't say what it is in case she sees this!

5. What is your favorite holiday song? I'm not really a holiday song type. I like to sing O Holy Night because I love hitting the high note, and I have just been exposed to a hard version of We Three Kings that I found surprisingly fun.

Bonus (as in optional):Do you have a preferred time of day to have sex? If so, why?
It's wierd, I was just thinking along these lines the other day! I prefer sex after dark. I like the ambiance of a darkened room, and there's just something about sounds of pleasure in the middle of the night.

Microfantasy Monday

Courtesy of Ang at Sweltering Celt


This weeks theme: Implements of torture


....sometimes it's a mental thing....



There’s something about your hands, the things they do to me. The way your fingers find just the right spots every time. Sometimes so gentle and caring, just brushing the hair back from my cheek. Other times connecting with my bare skin in a resounding smack leaving a red print that stings deliciously afterward. I crave the touch of your hands, obsess over feeling them on my body. Pin me to the bed…hold me down…stroke my back, my hips, my thighs. Touch me everywhere and anywhere, secret caresses when no one is looking, a bold grip to show me who I belong to…….

I look up from my computer screen and count the days until you return to me. I can’t concentrate, my mind is focused on one thing….your hands....