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What's for Lunch?
Posted:Jul 26, 2017 6:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2017 6:22 pm
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'Mr. Disney, do you want to have a sub for lunch?"

He replies, "Sure, if we can get her to agree to it."

I just look at him, and we both bust out laughing.



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What Is in a Name?
Posted:Jul 25, 2017 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2017 5:49 pm
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What is in a name?
For years, over a decade I have been

"Please Seduce Me"

because it fit.


Now, believing I have been quite seduced by a man who has convinced me that I am the girl he seeks, I no longer am requesting to be seduced.


I think I will change the my screen name to

"Princess Mischief"

as that is what I am called in my local groups and by friends.


So many changes...
So many thoughts and reasoning.

But that name has already been taken.

What to do.. what to do lol



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Up ALL Night
Posted:Jul 25, 2017 1:28 pm
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2017 5:52 pm
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I have chronic migraines, sometimes they last for hours a day for several days in a row. I have a whole team of neurologists and natural doctors helping me manage them. All the medications cause me to fall to sleep at some point; and sleep seems to be the best way to ride out the nausea and the pain.

Some times, due to napping off a migraine, my sleep cycle is completely wonky and I am eating lunch around midnight. Yikes!

And then of course, now that I have Mr. Disney, I need to make up for lost playtime. Shrugs, Hey! This little girl cannot help it that she needs this man, desires his touches and kisses, and craves all of his attention. I am his little fuck toy and he needs to play with me!

Last night, after a wonderful bath, I made him a cranberry and vodka on ice beverage while we were in the bubbles. There were candles and music, thus we soaked and relaxed for over an hour, then we rinsed off and he scrubbed my entire body with a loofah or his gentle hands and finger tips.

Then the Horny Bug bit me, hard!
We played and made love for hours. Somewhere around 0330 we were hungry, so we dressed and went to breakfast for French toast and bacon!

I sat across from him, the glow of love-making and the deep in love feeling all over me, and said - "I don't want this feeling to ever end."

Mr. Disney replied, "I hope you have it for the next 50 years, "Pauses, "but I may not be around in 50 so I hope someone else worthy of you can give it to you."

My whole little being melts inside as he looks at me. I want to make love to him at that moment. Tummy growls bringing me back to reality of needing to fuel. Waitress arrives with our plates. Perfect pre-dawn food!

Upon returning, although now tired, we made love again until the dawn's early light.

It was utter bliss for me. Something I had written about but never thought the day would come to happen for me. To have this dream, this relationship - I am amazed.

I napped and was awoken by lawnmowers, then had a headache for a couple hours, so I napped again. Now and then he would join me and hold me, whispering in my ear those words which sent me to heaven - "I love you, Princess."

Tonight, we will be attending another local BDSM Munch with a few friends. I may have to have another nap, lol. Mr. Disney knows I will be in the mood at some point tonight. I have already planned to tease him while we are out and about... he may have to take it out on my hinny. Giggles!



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Special Friends, Indeed --- giggles
Posted:Jul 23, 2017 5:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2017 2:02 pm
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Mr. Disney and I are busy prepping walls to paint. At one point he smirks and says:

"I almost asked your girlfriends last night if they would like to come over and help prep and paint in exchange for sexual favors."

The smirk on his face broadened and he nodded, "Oh, yes!"

by then I was laughing.

I may have to give him s few more hours of special favors tonight - bubble bath, rubs, ooh la la...

The fun and laughter is never ending.



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His Strength Sets Her Free: Allows Her to Be "Weak" and Let Go
Posted:Jul 23, 2017 8:19 am
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2017 1:51 pm
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I have chronic PTSD, VA rating for it is 70% -- I have come to terms with many things, but I cannot control when a trigger is going to happen. sometimes loud unexpected noises will make me freeze and break out in an ice-cold sweat. Having Mr. Disney around has been different.

Now when these triggers happen Mr. Disney is there, grabs me and then holds me, snug and safe in his arms. The first time he did this - fireworks at Disney World - I was so shocked that someone would actually hold me, I was startled and began to cry.

Now y'all, I do not cry. I have not one to be mushy over movies, commercials, songs, etc. Have maybe cried ten times in the last twenty five years. I go numb and the feels are locked down, kept hidden away for fear of seeming weak or never being able to stop once the flood gates open.

So, there he was, holding me, securely, not saying anything and I went limp and began to cry. I was dumbfounded. I was embarrassed, but I let go and cried. Then when I was done crying, I remained in his arms until I felt this warmth penetrate me, fill me and the numbness was not as prevalent. He kissed my forehead and that was it. Held my hand and we went on with the rest of our evening. Periodically, he would softly check to see if I was cold again now and then and then simply squeeze my hand reminding me he was still there and then hug me.

Fast forward several weeks. We are out shopping, we are in a store by the front window. Suddenly lightening strikes a transistor directly outside the windows. My body felt the power expanding, the CRACK and BOOM, the building shook. In an instant, I felt like a 50 Cal had just gone off, shaking my Humvee.

Quickly, Mr. Disney grabbed me and pulled me into his chest, arms around me. I melted into his arms. I had tears running down my cheeks. It was a silent cry, but I was able to release all those past fears and sorrows.

There is a change happening in me.


My hard exterior shell is softening, I speak slower and more gently at times. I feel this softening feminine full of power, but no longer so hard developing. I am able to share my burdens with him and he will mentally and physically help with carrying my heaviness weighing me down.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I am still as passionate and fiery as every, in fact that is one thing Mr. Disney loves about me. He allows enjoys to vex me, but that is another post

Sleeping with him, that was a hurdle for me. To fall asleep and sleep with a man in my bed. Was not sure how I was going to do this on a regular basis. I was very self conscience of my "sleep running", screams, and fits. We talked in depth about this. He said he would do what he could and if it became too bad he would leave and let me have the bed alone.

During my night terrors have almost punched Mr. Disney in my sleep, but most of the time he will roll over and hold me until my shuddering and shaking subsides and my slumber returns the the restful, albeit snoring self.

He will ask me how I slept in the morning, and how I feel - mentally, emotionally, and physically. I do my "systems" check and give him the report.
And apparently I talk and now and then walk in my sleepy state, he delights in teasing me about some of the things I have said or done in my sleep, while other things he carefully bridges and we discuss to some extent. He will then proceed to tell me about my night terror and him holding me, any talking or walking, all of which I have no recollection, I just know I had bad dreams.

This letting my guard down is completely new to me. I am leery of it at times as I recall past events, however I cannot hold him accountable for the wrongs of others. More Baby Steps.


The trust in our relationship is growing stronger,
as it grows I share more of self and he shares more of himself.


He has remarked about how much more relaxed I am around him. Can physically feel my body relax, mind rest, and I feel secure. It is safe. It is uncharted.


Love casts out the fears.

I Feel the Love
I Give the Love
We Nurture the Love



I think when he protects me, holds me, it makes him feel powerful more masculine.

I believe some men really need to feel that transfer of energy:
while I let it go,
it builds and fortifies him,
then I am set free.

I am more capable of giving love and receiving love. And this fact, amazes me.




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Mid-Morning Pillow Talk
Posted:Jul 21, 2017 9:16 am
Last Updated:Jul 23, 2017 7:26 am
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While kissing his neck, whispers in his ear, "Hey, I am horny." Giggles

Mr. Disney, "Well, I sort of already knew that."

Giggling, "Oh? What gave it away?"

"Well, for one, you wrote a poem about killing toys."

"And the other?"

"We live in an oxygenated nitrogen atmosphere."

laughter and more kisses



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Toy Killer
Posted:Jul 21, 2017 7:32 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2017 7:02 pm
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-Toy Killer -

Needy,
Greedy,
Toy Killer.

Grinding,
Gyrating,
Toy Killer.

When the urge is strong
And one's hormones are troubling
Reaching for the Toy to curb in endless Joy
Toy Killer!

Grind the behind
Losing your mind
Toy Killer.

New batteries,
Take care of the needs.
Toy Killer!

Grin and Press,
There is no mess.
Toy Killer!

Shop on line
Use any time,
Toy Killer!

Hours of fun,
When you have no one,
Toy Killer!

Aids in pleasure
Beyond all measure,
Toy Killer!

When you're alone
or on the phone,
Toy Killer!

Share the joy,
Partners with toys!
Toy Killers!

Toy Killers!



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Innocent Sex Kitten - In My DNA
Posted:Jul 20, 2017 4:50 pm
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2017 7:15 am
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I have confessed over the years in my blog posts, and in group posts, and to my friends in person, that I am a very horny little one, oh yes, I can be.

Mr. Disney proclaimed, "I am not an inexperienced man. I have had good number of partners. You, Princess, are by far, the horniest woman I have ever met."

Then he continued, "Answer me this - Just what did you do before you met me when you were not dating anyone?"

I replied, "Um, I had Mr. Hitachi and hours of phone sex a day some days, some nights all night long with one to four or more different Daddies. I am a toy killer. No sure how many I have killed in the last five years."

giggles

He looks at me, smiles - "Guess you made a lot of men horny."

I blushed and replied - "oh yes, I did. On line chatting, texting and talking on the phone. They all said that I would make one man a very happy and worn out Daddy." I Paused... and quipped, "I cannot help it! It is in my DNA, I need it!"

Mr. Disney smile broadens - "You don't hear me complaining, do you?"

Me - "um, no.... " giggles ensue.

Mr. Disney concludes with - "I am hornier than most men, have a big appetite, and I swear you are my equal and sometimes more sexually aroused than I am. I love it!"



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Quickie or Not Too Quickie
Posted:Jul 20, 2017 4:46 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2017 6:22 pm
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For the average human out there a Quickie is normally, well as the word infers, quick. Most average from five to fifteen minutes.

Quickies can also be relative according to the relationship which people find them selves. If your normal love-making and play time sessions last 3 - 5 hours on average, then one would feel a a ninety minute session is quick.

Thus Mr. Disney and I, recently had our first "quickie" it was about ninety minutes.

We laughed about this.



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Life Changes
Posted:Jul 16, 2017 4:54 pm
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2017 1:06 am
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Changes in life are going to happen.

I have been an independent single woman for over three decades.
{gulp, hard to believe that when I see it in writing.}


I am accustomed to living alone and doing things by myself. Sure, I had the whimsical fantasies and thoughts of having a partner help me through the rough times and to be there to share the wonderful times. It is a hallow melancholy feeling when one is single and wishes to have what one sees others around them posses.

I knew when things began to become more serious with Mr. Disney that we would eventually be living together. Life seems natural and comfortable with him. When he is not here I miss his presence. There is no pressure for either of us to "do something" to make this work. We do discuss things in detail. Many times Mr. Disney will bring up a topic, and we will talk about it, and he will conclude "you're not ready for 'this' or 'that', yet" and I will smile and let him take the lead. We respect one another's space and give it freely: Allows for personal growth and for the relationship to grow.


I am going through the phases
of preparing my house to be combined with many of his possessions.
I am purging my things.
Sometimes it is difficult.


Things are things, they are not me, but many of them represent phases and events of my pasts as a daughter, mom, student, teacher, and little one. These memories sometimes take me away form the task at hand, and then it becomes a two week en devour and not a two hour one. My art and sewing room I hope will be completed this week. Need to install some shelves for storage and displays.

Need to make room for Mr. Disney's things here and there where we can blend them into one cohesive comfortable unit. I think between the two of us we have enough holiday decorations to decorate the entire house with a full size Christmas tree in every room, deck the halls, patio and porch.

We both enjoy drawing and painting, so I am making space for two people to work at different stations in the art room. Have a sewing space as well.


Change is different. It can feel uncomfortable making adjustments,
even when the change is a happy and desired event.


Mr, Disney is ever so patient with me, I am truly amazed by this. I have never had romantic loving partner as a roommate since my divorce over twenty years ago. It is really different for me. At times, I really do not know what to do, I am at a loss.

He is going to see me have a melt down, and he has already. He is going to see me be goofy as all get out and he has. He is going to see me with bedhead hair, and he has. He is going to see that some days I find it very hard to "people" and just want absolute quiet in the home - no TV or noise to lessen the overwhelming stimuli my brain in on overload trying to manage and interpret - and he has.

And he is going to find that there are days or er, um weeks, where I am the horniest creature on the planet and need to have two to three hour play sessions several times a day, and he has discovered this to be true... sometimes passing-out exhaustively true. ( Adjusting my halo ) I do enjoy playing and making love with him - it is wonderful.

I think about all of these things: The good, the bad, the ugly, the happy, the horny, and the laughter - and how will I have cope with all this change? Little by little I am. Still taking those Baby Steps Mr. Disney prescribed.


Then there is the issue I have, I have, not him, about my home decor.


There is an episode from Gilmore Girls after Sookie and Jackson are married and living together. Sookie completely goes mental over trying to make her home feel like a home for him as well. I have asked Mr. Disney the exact same questions as Sookie did to Jackson. Then when we saw the episode, Mr. Disney just looked at me, as his reply had been almost verbatim what Jackson told Sookie: "He loves my home, he is comfortable, don't change things too solely to suit him."

I image over time we will jointly redecorate each room - starting with a new sofa or have it reupholstered. Eventually we will want bedroom sheets that are newly "ours" and not something from our single lives. I enjoy dream shopping with him. We have similar tastes in furniture and decor.

I will be hosting dinner parties, soon, with him. Had to finish reorganizing rooms and making places for his things to blend with mine. Took some time off to just become "us" and wiggle a few things here and there.

We are still becoming "Us" and I think like any living thing, the "Us" will change and grow over the years. For now, I am in awe of this man, of myself, and the changes that have resulted in my life and in myself since he and I became a "We" and an "Us."


It is different.
It is an adjustment.
I like it.
I love him.
I am enjoying becoming a true couple.




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