Friday, 9 October 2015

Being woken at 1am for sex is not unusual but it's a very welcome sign. The Boss has been laid up with the most awful cold for what has felt like ages now and his persistence last night was a sign he's on the mend. This is a good omen for the weekend so I'm skiving off work for a couple of days to get the decorating finished, that way we can devote the entire weekend to kink and hopefully I can get book 25 edited and published. Still undecided about whether they'll be 26.

I could use a bit, if not a lot of this

But I feel like writing about this

Guilt about not working on the "proper" novel isn't helping with the decision making either. Can't seem to get it going in my head but feel bad for not moving it forward.

Whisper is less of a distraction since a glitch wiped out my convos with some excellent subs who like their mommies, doms and fantasies extreme. Force feeding, diapers, blankets you name it I've made them cum to all kinds of cruelty!!

This has not gone unnoticed by The Boss and my playtime will undoubtedly come at a price. A casual enquiry about whether which of my nipple toys draw blood may be a hint of things to come. His purchase of a new padlock for the pear certainly will! God I love that pear!! I've chosen a picture of a slightly older version as my tumblr header. Just the thought of it is making me long for the weekend.

Just laying around waiting for the weekend to begin!

Whisper is interesting, it's tough to find people relaxed enough to play. The majority need photos, they can't just enjoy the experience. I find it rather sweet that subs send pictures of their cum as proof. It's not a turn on as such, it just gives me a nice feeling of power and I find their honesty endearing! I admit I'm Happy to abide by The Boss's and common sense ban on sharing pics because I'm not even vaguely attractive to anyone but The Boss. I have to say at this point, that was not a comment designed to elicit sympathy, I have no illusions about myself, I just don't care!

Use any kind of hood you like, I don't want to look at you either, it's sex, not a conversation.
I saw someone I made a point of losing contact with in the supermarket today. Not sure if she saw me, she once jokingly recommended the film secretary as if it was something to be ashamed of, She was rather taken aback by my description of it as sweet romance. It wasn't long after that her pta membership, parish council interests made conversation so awkward with no common ground, that I didn't save the friendship when it started to sink. She was always good to me but for the life of me I just can't go there anymore. She's almost like the photograph to my negative. Kid, ambition, house in the country, recycler. I am none of these things. Doubt she's had sex in months, I'm obsessed. She is an organiser, I'm chaos. It was her husband I really fell out with but it made for a handy way to exit.

Our spare bedrooms are put to very different uses
That's an interesting point, how much of what I tell the online world is true? Does my everyday Facebook page keep a lot secret or does Peaches lie horribly?? I can't remember what I've said where about piercings. I started out trying to construct "peaches" when it was just messing about but now I feel a responsibility for what I publish. I don't want to put out something I don't like just for the sake of publishing. As some one who's paid for porn and been left dissatisfied I don't want to make others feel that way and with this has come the feeling that I need to be a but more honest. Sadly however I'm really lazy (probably the biggest reason I gave up on that friend was I just couldn't be fucked) I can't be assed to read or edit old posts and profiles to either tidy up lies to make it look like I've been honest from day one!

I have enough piercing to enable The Boss to lock me up, shut me up and bring me pain, imagine what you like 😈

Hell, if you're honest you're looking at this blog for the pictures and buying my stories to masturbate over. I'll do you a deal, you ignore little personal bullshit and I'll keep helping you get your rocks off, deal?

See you've forgotten about me already, one nice picture and I don't matter!
Btw, yes, it's glued shut! 
Some one told me the other day I remind them of Sarah Milican but you can't get much further away from a porn queen than that can you. I'm pretty certain she's not pierced where I am and I can't for a minute imagine she'd let her husband leave permanent marks the way mine has.

I think I'll claim to be sick with a cold as my excuse to be off sick. I have yet to decide on what toys to use while painting .....

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