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C is for....

Cherry Blossoms


This is probably one of my favorite times of year next to fall. My town's neighborhood roads are lined with pink trees.. some of which are cherry blossom trees. Its quite possibly the only pink thing I truly love. They are so bright an cheery and when it gets close to the end of their blooming cycle... it rains pink flowers.

There is nothing like it really... driving down the road and going through a blizzard of flowers. It doesn't matter what kind of mood I'm in, this makes me smile. Two weeks ago, this particular road was alive with color... and then.... they started to fall. In another two weeks... there will be no trace of them left. Such a short time... for such beauty.

B is for.....



I work in a bakery. I've worked there for six years now... and I love what I do. It's fun and challenging at times. It's nice that I have the freedom to be creative sometimes... while still sticking to the company's idea of how they want their cakes and products to look.

These are our two ovens... they are busy most of the day with various things we make. I almost never use them because well... I'm not a baker. :-) During the winter after I come back from lunch or break I'm usually cold... and always head for one of these to warm myself in. Two minutes in a 400 degree oven always does the trick!

This is our big mixer that is used to make my butter cream and other things on. It's actually taller than I am. KitchenAid has nothing on this mixer hehe. When I snapped this picture, they were busy making lemon meringues.

The bowl above is where the icing is made then it is transferred into this hip high bucket. We have three (two for white and one for chocolate) and go through several of these a week. That bucket was full this morning and only has about a fourth left in it now... we were kind of busy today.

This is our top fancier case.... the finished product. It always makes me smile when people walk up and say things like they're just drooling or that the stuff in that case looks amazing. We get asked all the time if it is even real. It's pretty cool.

But... that's my bakery... where I spend forty hours of my week at. There are certainly worse places to work.

HNT: symbols

symbol (sim-buhl)-noun: something used for or regarded as representing something else; a material object representing something, often something immaterial; emblem, token, or sign.

There are many symbols in our world.
When a person wears a ring on their left hand... generally it means that that person is spoken for... married or intent. Sometimes it's just a sign of commitment. Either way there is a heavy weight put behind this outward statement of such an inner feeling.

For me... my wedding and engagement rings are a sign that I am married. It means that I have promised myself to my husband for the rest of my time on this Earth. I wear my rings everyday... all day. They are special to me... a part of who I am now.

When a person wears a collar... generally it means a person is owned in some form or another. The depth of such ownership is decided upon the couple. A collar is also equally as heavily weighted as a ring as it is not something that should be taken upon lightly. It's a commitment all of its own... to be in a relationship that is ran by one partner sexually and/or in everyday life.

For me... my collar is a sign that Ben is my dominant... sexually. We are equal partners in all other things. It means that I agree to submit to him... to meet a sexual need we both have. I wear my collar everday... all day. It is special to me... a part of who I am.

A is for.....

Ive decided to try something new... I'm not really sure what direction it will take... but I'll start here. I'm going to go through the alphabet.... with pictures. I'm not going to put restrictions on the pictures... so they quite possibly will be all over the board.

Our pets are very much a part of our family.... like more kids.. only smaller and furry :-) We have three cats.. each with their own personality.

This is Piggy. He is our oldest at eight years old and our first. Piggy was Ben's before we got together. When we moved in together... he brought Piggy with him. He is quite possibly the sweetest cat ever. He sleeps with us each night.. usually at my feet. He's very much a cat of habit... very much like Ben and I. He loves turkey deli meat and can recognize the sound of the plastic baggy from the other room. He also loves his belly rubbed and would be quite happy to just let you do that all day long. We call him by all sorts of names... Piggers... Buddy... Buckeroo... its kinda silly.

This is Brandi... she is the second oldest at six years old. We got her from the humane society less than a year after we moved in together. We felt bad that Piggy was all alone during the day.. and decided to get him a friend. We fell in love with her.. she's very much a talker. When we brought her home...she hated Piggy... but didn't have it in our hearts to take her back. She had already been at the shelter for a year... she needed a home. We think she was abused in her previous home.. she's very flighty- even after all this time we've had her. She's better now... but still not over it. I feel bad for her. We've nicknamed her Girl.. as we never felt that Brandi really fit her.
This is Sammie and our youngest at just at two years old. We got her right after we returned home for our first anniversary trip in Vegas. We got her for the same reason we got Brandi... a friend for Piggy. This time we decided a kitten was the way to go. We also got her from the humane society. She was only like six weeks old and fit in the palm of our hands. She earned the nickname Wee Lil because of that... along with a dozen other nicknames. We almost never call her Sammie anymore. Shes full of energy... very much a kitten still. She will run full board through the house and antagonize the other two cats.

So that's our furry babies... our family wouldn't be complete without them.

Our Anniversary Weekend away (Day one... part two)

If you haven't read part one yet... feel free to do so here. :-)

When we got up to our room.. I kicked off my heels. I was certainly happy about that after hiking half a mile back to hotel. That sure doesn't SEEM like a lot... but when you don't wear heels a lot, it sure is. I walked over to the huge windows and pulled open the curtains. I looked out over the city towards the Space Needle all lit up... and smiled. It had been a wonderful night.... quite possibly one of the best dates we have ever been on.

Ben walked up behind me... wrapping his arms around me. We stood there together.. soaking in the beautiful sight and just enjoying being together. I closed my eyes and sighed... knowing that this moment was perfect- that nothing else mattered at that second but being there with him.

Minutes passed before I felt the warm touch of his lips on my neck. My eyes stayed shut... as they continued down my neck to my left shoulder. I turned my head back just enough for me to open my eyes to see him just for him to look up at me. My breathing was already shortening.... my body already tingly and needing him.

Our lips met... kissing each other wanting to encompass each other. I shifted.. turning around to face him... he wrapped his arms around me pulling my body into his. Our hands wandered... my hands reached around running my fingers over the fabric that covered his ass.

His mouth parted from mine... and back to my neck causing my head to fall to the side allowing him access. In my daze... he had unzipped my dress.... and then pulled it down off my shoulders. It fell to the ground, a puddle at my feet leaving me only in my bra in front of him. I took the opportunity to pull his shirt out of his pants then started unbuttoning it.... wanting him in the same state of undress as me.

Once all the buttons had cleared the holes.... I ran my hands up his chest... our mouths busy with each other. I reached his shoulders then pushed the fabric off him... adding to the pile at our feet. Quickly my fingers went to work on his belt... unbuckling it.. then to his pants. Before long... we were both completely naked.

Ben pushed me to the floor... and I wasted no time taking his cock into my mouth. He sighed with pleasure finally feeling the wetness of my orifice. I went slow at first.... on my knees... while he looked out over the city, knowing that at any minute someone from the neighboring apartments could see in. What a show that would have seen.

My pace picked up.. his hand on my head.... his hips meeting my movements. He was becoming rougher... taking charge in only the way he can do to me. He pulled away... turning me then pushing my face down, leaving my ass in the air. Ben straddled me and slid in with such force it took all I could for my face not to rub against the carpet.

He slammed into me over and over.... I still struggled to keep my head away from the carpet... it certainly was a challenge. It was a balancing act between pleasure and pain... so much so... I wasn't sure how I felt about it... but I went with it anyway.

Finally he decided I had enough.... and got off me... pulling me onto the bed. I laid on my side giving him entrance to any hole of his choosing. My leg hooked his waist pulling him to me... till I felt the head of his cock press against my ass. He pressed gently... I gasped... then asked for lube (that I had conveniently packed for such an occasion... always be prepared for anything on vacation I say).

He reached over to the end of the bed where our black backpack was laying.... I guided him to the right pouch. He pulled it out... drizzled some on us both... then guided his cock into my ass. As always he met some resistance but slowly kept to his task of stretching. When he finally was in to the hilt... he gradually moved in and out... getting the muscles to relax and accept the intrusion.

Once I was just as much into it... over the initial pain.... he quickened his motion. My hand was on his chest... moaning with pleasure..... the other on my clit. Time faded away... I don't know how long we were at it before I begged him to cum. I needed to feel him fill me... to fill my ass...

My fingers moved up to his nipple... tweaking it... knowing that would push him over the edge. His movements started to become ragged... I knew he was close. I knew all I had to do.... just a few words...

"Cum in my ass please".

His eyes snapped shut.... a few more thrusts... and then his body shook... and he grunted with each spurt inside of me. A couple more thrusts left him completely spent... he pulled out... then laid down next to me. I curled up into his arms. It was just after midnight by then... our anniversary.

"Happy Anniversary baby... I love you", I said... laying my head on his chest and sighing.

The perfect date indeed.

Our Anniversary Weekend away (Day one... part one)

For our anniversary... we decided we'd take a little weekend trip to celebrate. We picked Seattle because its close and there's plenty of stuff to do. We left Saturday mid day after we had laid around in bed.... starting off our vacation in true couple fashion. The two hour drive was nice as we had picked the perfect weekend to go. There was no rain to speak of and the sun was out. For those of you who live in the Northwest, I'm sure you can appreciate that.
We had next to no traffic till we got near downtown... which wasn't bad considering. Once we got off the interstate we made a beeline for Pike Place Market. I love the market... if I lived in Seattle... I would shop for all my fresh produce there. This place is just so alive... so much energy... it has a life of its own. Yes, its crowded... but I think its part of its charm.

We wandered around.. looking at all sort of things... just enjoying our time together. We had no where to be... no plans until later. I love the freedom of just being together. It was a much needed time away.

One of my favorite parts about the market is the flower. During the winter they sell dried flowers (which they had a few still left), but spring is now in full bloom and there were tulips everywhere! I love seeing the pairings... the bouquets... they're lovely.

After we left Pike Place, we headed over to our hotel. Check in went quickly... and then we headed up to our room. We got a room with a great view of the Space Needle with a huge bed.. and wonderful soaking tub.

We laid around for a while.. watching tv.. and just laying in bed cuddling. This time away was about being together... the activities really didn't matter to us. Before we knew it, it was time to get ready to head off to our dinner cruise.
I put on my dress and got all prettied up. We were quite the attractive couple... all arm and arm together.. I do love being on the arm of my husband. We headed to the pier and waited. It was a bit chilly... but it was nice.
The dinner cruise was amazing. The sights were lovely.... and the food was so yummy. We cruised around the Puget Sound and Lake Washington.. which included seeing Bill Gates house lol.
We had bruschetta, a green salad, garlic peppercorn bread, beef tenderloin, and then a raspberry chocolate mousse to finish it off. Each course was brought out perfectly timed to each leg of the cruise and set to a live guitar music.

The best part was watching the sun set over the Cascade Mountains. There's something breathtaking about watching the sun glimmer over the water. The way it shines so softly in the distance.. kissing the earth laid out before us.
When the cruise was over.. we headed back to the hotel to drop off the car. We hopped into a cab. This guy had NO idea where we were wanting to go... and the trip there cost twice as much as it should have. He ran three yellow lights (they turned red before we even were under them) and almost hit a couple guys there were crossing the road. Needless to say.. I was slightly terrified.

But, we made it to our destination unharmed. He headed into this bar and grill that boasts 160 beers on tap. It was truly impressive. Ben ordered a sampler and I got a mixed drink. I was pretty disappointed in mine... probably the worst drink I've ever had. Ben liked his though, which was the only reason I picked to go to that particular place.

We sat and drank... chatting and being together before we decided to head back to our hotel around midnight. It was only a half mile back.. so we decided to walk back. It took us about twenty minutes of pain staking walking in heels to get back.. but we arrived happy and together.

We headed back upstairs to finish up our night.....

the dress

I had looked far and wide for a dress for our upcoming (now passed) anniversary weekend away. You see, I'm really not a big fan of dresses. I not 100% sure why that is... I just know that I don't like them... and I know... I don't think most are very flattering on me.

About a week before we were supposed to leave.... I had enough. I hadn't found a dress... and the ones I had found quite frankly sucked ass. So.. I gave up. I was going to wear my black and blue pin striped pants. The thing is I wanted to find a new shirt to wear.

Friday I set out to find a new shirt on lunch. Much to my surprise.. I found a ton of dresses that I loved... weird. I tried them all on... and one of them was just "it". I was thrilled.. and more so when it was 50% off! Sweet deal.

Friday was the last day of work before my ten day vacation started. When I got home... Ben was just getting home around the same time. I told him about the dress then tried it on... with the shoes and earrings I planned on wearing. Ben said.... "cute". I laughed and said I didn't want to look cute.

Ben wanted to pop into the shower before my niece and her fiance showed up and so I was going to go to take off the dress. He walked up behind me.. and wrapped his arms around me.

"The best thing about a dress... is this...", he said... as his hand snaked down my thigh and hiking up my skirt. His fingers worked their way around to the round of my ass... making me exhale. Before I knew it... his fingers were working their way to my pussy... to my clit.
I pushed my ass back and against him... feeling his hardness against me.... and I must say.. I loved every moment of it.

Then out of no where... he bent me over the bed.. and slammed deep inside of me. He pounded away... the moans slipping from my lips. I could hear the tinkle of my dangly earrings with each thrust. I felt deliciously slutty. The kind of slut that is only brought out by the best lover. The kind of slut that the sophisticated woman wants to be... and is only made to be so when its forced upon them.

He pulled out.. only to let me shed my garments... and head to the shower. Inside the bathroom I was fucked before I could turn the shower on.... more inside the shower... twice before he finally decided that what he really needed was to cum inside of his wife.

I think he liked the dress.