Next rounds on me!
It's subsiding slowly thanks to lots of Lucozade and paracetamol. Last night The Boss and I had our traditional Christmas eve drinks with friends. I don't often do pub nights any more but seeing A is always worth it. One of the few women I can tolerate for any length of time, we don't talks about kids, shoes or anything emotional. We've known each other long enough to know each other well but only meet a few times a year for birthdays etc and I can in all honesty say she's my best friend. She has a tendency to pick broken men (as did I with the Boss) and for women we'd both make great blokes.
I need assistance to be ladylike!
We make each other laugh, never sob on each others shoulders. She is in fact the best bloke I know. I always have a good time getting drunk with her and Christmas eve would not be the same without our meeting up. The Boss is very gregarious and could have a good time in phone box with a stranger but as I think I've said before, people are not my idea of fun. If it weren't for the fact I like animals I'd score high enough on the relevant scales to be considered a sociopath!
A psychopath would clamp her nostrils shut for good, a sociopath would do it occasionally but keep her like this for a few days.
The Boss and I walked home drunk in the full moon and star light which was wonderful and this morning we opened presents, he bought me silver jewellery and stationery, I bought him maps, books and a new key board. 8pm tonight I will go home to more alcohol, weed and chocolate. Tomorrow is a badly cooked meal with my folks, love them but my mum can't cook for shit, one more short shift on Sunday and other than a trip out to see star wars on new years eve, the next week will be spent with The Boss playing.
Can't complain, after all I was promised a week in my pajamas!
He surprised me by taking the week off with me and I can't wait. the last month has been shit. I've wanted to spend the quiet Christmas shifts writing but events have taken over, thanks to a twat of an operations manager panicking. Book 26 is in my head but next week will be the first opportunity to actually do some serious writing. Being able to get just one of the books in progress moving forward will help get rid of some of the ideas tangled in my head.
A little bit of thinking space
My games with my whisper sub have spawned a fascination with extreme body mods as part of femdom. He's admitting to liking the thought of castration and of course i'm happy to oblige him. What started off as sissy dreams have taken a deliciously dark twist!
What better way to spend a cold rainy week but writing hardcore bondage porn then taking advantage of the feelings it provokes by getting tied down and being relentlessly fucked!
Ready and waiting Boss!
Sit straight and take shallow breaths
I've also purchased a nice little item for my Gord collection, I think I have the majority of the books, most of which I purchased many, many years ago, but I never got round to buying the magazines. This is number three and I'd like to complete the set so I'm keeping my eyes open for the others. I wish I'd done this sooner as the price of Gord stuff has shot up. The books are being offered up at £60 + on ebay. My guess is that this is since the passing of Gord himself, it makes the books much more of a rarity seeing as there won't be any more. It's nice to know my collection is worth something, not that I'd ever sell them. The whole point of my writing the Brethren books I do is to fill the gap left by the end of the Gord series.
I had the most wonderful nostalgia trip reading the through the adverts in the magazine. Daisy publications of Bexhill on sea!
This was the company I used to send my postal orders off to in the way back when to buy the Gord books. It used to seem like an age waiting for them to arrive. The first and probably still my favourite is 'curiosity tamed the kat' a rather improbable story about how a woman ends up covered in rubber and contained under a sink hanging from a pipe but the language of confinement and the wonderful Benson illustrations were perfection. This was the first book I showed The Boss when I was initiating him. It was he way his eyes lit up about the latex that gave me the first hint that latex was the way to draw him into my depraved little world.