Another year is ending

Days are just days and they have names like Monday, Tuesday and so on.
Yet some days have a more symbolic meaning, like Christmas Eve or Old Years Eve.

So here I am while the last hours of 2012 are ticking away and 2013 is anxiously waiting, ready to make its big entry.

This evening I will spend with Little A., my youngest daughter. Big A. is spending the evening with some friends.
Unfortunately not with her boyfriend and I will not be at Princess’s side either.

For some special reason one seems to feel more lonely during these “special’ days. I can confirm this as I myself have been struggling with feelings of solitude.

I am happy so say that 2012 has brought mostly good things for my daughters and me. The best thing this past year brought me is Princess and she will be the one that will travel with me along with me until our path ends for one of us.
The people whom I cherish have been spared from illness or grief to. Great.

Sadly this hasn’t been the case for everybody.
The list is long with mass killings, horrible accidents, natural disasters and all kinds of war.
We are so fortunate yet we often forget. It is so easy to complain and it seems so much harder to be happy with the small things life tends to offer us.

My dear followers and readers and those occasional visitors, Princess and I wish you all a wonderful and happy New Year.

Let 2013 be full of love and happiness and so much good things for you all.

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The carrot

A carrot’s tale

Princess had brought it up, last Wednesday, being fucked with a carrot

During this discussion she thought a cucumber wasn’t something she could take. Yet I’m sure I could fist-fuck her if I really wanted to. Maybe I just should and not ask Princess’ permission. Hasn’t she stated on numerous occasions her body was mine to use for my pleasure, solely for MY pleasure?

The carrot idea didn’t leave my mind and when Little A. and I went shopping for groceries this weekend I bought two.

“Two carrots?” she asked.
“Yes, Little A.”
“I don’t like carrots,” she told me.
“Please shut the fuck up and let your old man buy whatever he wants. Okay?”
She nodded and told me she wanted us to go to the library store next.
There was a new comic she wanted.
I got the picture.
“Yes,” I said and rolled my eyes.

Later that day there where pancakes and 60 birth announcement cards printed and cut waiting for Princess.
Cava too.

When we finally turned in I told Princess, she was already lying in bed, yearning for my presence, I wanted to get some more Cava from the fridge.
In the kitchen I cleaned one of the carrots.
It was long and big and huge, a prefect second dick for Princess.

After foreplay, the usual stuff like kissing, cuddling, sadly no whipping though as Little A. was sleeping in the room next to us, I blindfolded Princess.

Played with the carrot, letting her suck it, watching her tongue caressing the tip, letting her deep throating the whole thing.
Princess holds a master degree cum (no pun intended) laude, in giving head. Trust me, I know.

I wanted to mindfuck myself and ordered Princess in a 69 position.
Penetrated her with the carrot trying to move as if somebody anonymous was really fucking her. Trying to imagine the carrot as a dick fucking my loved one and it was very arousing.
I licked her, rubbed her swollen clit.
It didn’t take long before Princess came.

Held her in my arms and made her blow the carrot. Took it in my mouth too, playing as if we were sucking dick together. It made her horrible hot and wet and when I touched her between her legs she came once again.

I took a bite, she took a bite as if to tell each other we didn’t want an extra dick nor cunt in our play.

I’m trying to sexually liberate Princess completely. Physically I have already succeeded yet I want her to use her fantasies, to be liberated in her imaginations too.

That is the reason I want her to tell me erotic stories while I masturbate.
Learning on is giving a sample.
“Let me tell you a story,” I told her.
“Yes please, Milord,” and she cuddled up next to me, my leg between hers so she could ride me.

I told a story about a woman tied up in Japanese Bondage and then hung up on a tree branch, turned around from man to man. Being gangbanged against her will.
Raped. Violated.
Her Master, her Owner, grinning.
Described the sperm dripping out of her pussy.
Princess moaned, riding my leg. She is hooked on orgasms and I give them to Princess in abundance.
I masturbated.

Then I told another story.
Princess, bound to a table, watching me masturbate while I watched her body move up and down while four or five men fuck her from behind.

I finally came and Princess got it all.
Swallowed it, getting every drop.
Princess is domesticated and knows what her Milord wants. Desires.
Princess is a good girl.

And Princess smiled and kissed me and I tasted my semen on her breath and it was hot and we are a perfect pair, Princess and I.

We fell asleep.
We slept well and deep and we enjoyed waking up next to another.
Kissed.

We talked for a while.
I told her a new story in which we both were invited to witness a gang bang.
A woman tied up, ass high, head in a box.

While I was looking in her eyes I felt her fingers going berserk between her legs.

Princess came once again and I felt her warm juices against my leg and, hell, I’m such a happy man with her in my life. She is a sex machine I craved for all my life.
I cherish Princess.
I want to grow old with her.
Princess is the one designed for me, for my needs.

Princess and orgasms, I fear she is addicted to it by now and maybe I should stop serving her.

We talked some more, it was important to do so.
We wanted to emphasise that we didn’t want nor desire a third person, man or woman, in our love life.
It are just fantasies, mind fucking stories and it should stay that way.

I could not stand seeing Princess touched or fucked by another man.
I could not stand being touched by another woman. Nor fuck another woman. I have no desire to do so.
My body belongs for a 100% to Princess.

Then her iPhone started to buzz, it was 10 am or so, this Sunday morning, December 30th, her kids had run out of patience and they needed her attention, understandably of course.

It was time for her to leave my place and go home.

I kissed Princess with tears in my eyes.
“See you next year,” I mumbled and my heart broke.

There will be no new years eve together this year, no kissing and no looking in each other’s eyes and feeling happy and lucky and wish and dream.

Maybe in 2014.
If I’m still around.

Carrots

Pancakes

Saturday, December 29th.
Morning.
Princess came by and we looked at photographs I had made of The Baby, N., and photographs her daughter had made.
I opted for an image B., one of her daughters had made.
Princess phoned to the mother as the final name wasn’t sure yet. She asked me to mail the design to her two daughters. More phone calls and then finally the last piece was added to the puzzle.
The layout of the card was approved, I had green light to start the production of 60 cards.

I’ll come over later and help you, Princess said, kissing me and then she was gone.

I have 40 sheets of Steinbach drawing paper each measuring 270mm x 360mm so I could print 3 card on one page with my Canon Pixma Pro 9500 Mark II.

Made some test prints so I could get the b&w picture of N. right and then I started printing.

It took the bigger part of the afternoon printing and cutting the cards by hand.

When Princess arrived later that evening the work was almost finished.
“Need some help?” she asked.
“No sweetheart, not for this, maybe later on because there are other things I need you help for.”
She smiled and turned to Little A.
“Let’s bake pancakes,” she said.
“Yessssssss,” little A. replied with a big smile.

When they finished making the pancakes I had finished to, the printer spit out the last sheet. I used my cutter. One cut to hurt the paper so I was able to fold the 250gr per square meter paper and 6 real cuts, I could do it all in less than a minute.

The pancakes where delicious and I had one, Princess had created a heart-shaped one.

I enjoyed the fact Princess and Little A. had a connection, wish I could have this with her kids to.

Later on that evening Princess yawned, she was tired.
We went to bed.
Our battlefield.

Pancakes

30

When I look through my bedroom window I see the road below (I live 2 stories up) and it is a busy one. Happily I have double glass so the street sounds are muffled.

I see also a huge white 30 painted on the bitumen. A few hundred meters further is Main Street and 30 is as fast as one can go. Kilometres that is and if I’m not mistaken this should be some 16 mph.

30.
It has inspired me on numerous occasions.

During heavy rainfall.

30 - a rainy evening
30 – a rainy evening

A long exposure shot at night.

30 - a long exposure
30 – a long exposure

During a bicycle race.

30 - bicycle race
30 – bicycle race

Quay

During last summer Little A. and Big A. accompanied me to Yerseke in The Netherlands to enjoy fresh mussels.

It is a little village situated at the Oosterschelde, a large estuary and a paradise for scuba divers. I know, I did some 90 dives and enjoyed it every time.

There are also oyster farms and we had a stroll before going to my favorite restaurant.

At his quay I made this photograph with my iPhone.

Afterwards we enjoyed a copious and delicious meal in this restaurant that is so special to me.

More than a year ago I went there with Princess and when we came back to my place we made love for the first time.

Oh boy, it was unforgettable, making love with Princess.
Yet it became better and better and better.

It still does, believe me.

Less is more