The following snippets are little thoughts or stories that did not make it as full posts in my writing of the AtoZ Challenge, but I thought I could end with a compilation. Here we go.......
"You stupid thing. You zigged when you should have zagged." -- My father talking to a fish that did not catch the hook in it's mouth, but has instead run into it with his side, tale, or head, thus making it an illegal catch. The angler has to release it back into the water after he/she removes the hook. I've thrown a cross-eyed fish back in a time or two. I don't think they accepted my apology for hooking them in the eye though.
Most nights as we crawl into bed and the lights are out, Storm and I chat for just a few minutes before he falls asleep. Well, I had given him a blow job the night before but I did not request any sexual action in return because sometimes that's how it goes. Storm keeps track of this sort of thing and offers to "hook me up" the next night. Sometimes I take him up on the offer and sometimes I'm too tired or too something. So no. Well, one night, we're lying there with all the lights out and he says, "Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?" I knew what he meant, but since the lights were out, I said, "You going to read it to me in Braille?!" And he knew what I meant! Woot!
There have been times in our bedroom life where Storm can "get there," but then I don't quite make it over the hump. So when that sort of thing happened one night, he again offered, "Do you want a hook up? I owe you one." I took him up on the offer this time. Well, things were getting hot and heavy with me, and I knew he had to be turned on as well, so I reached for him under his shorts......... and I was not disappointed. Things ended nicely for both of us. The following morning, I said to him, "You decided you wanted to join in on the action last night, huh?" He said it wasn't his fault because, "Someone had me by the horn."
There are certain words that sound feminine to me and when Storm has to use them, it makes me laugh. It wouldn't be funny if he called his underwear "panties." Blech. Mostly it involves take out food or restaurant menu items. What are you ordering, what did you have for lunch today at work in the big city, what do you call that sauce that you like? His answers are things like Mexi-Ranch, Pasta Pronto, and Buffalitos. I love when I am with him at the drive thru and he has to yell into the speaker in answer to the question what kind of sauce would you like. It just tickles me to hear him yell, "Mexi-Ranch!"
Okay, married people or just lovers in general are sometimes gross. I was putting a little cream on my razor burn down by my pun-tang and Storm happened to walk into the bathroom. I reached out my hand near his face and said, "Sniff this." He said he couldn't smell anything, so I moved my hand closer to his nose. His entire face lit up like a Christmas tree! I kid you not! He said, "Makes me think of good memories." My response was, "Well at least it didn't make you want a tuna sandwich!"
In the comedic movie, Bringing Down the House, there is a scene between Steve Martin and Queen Latifah where he wakes her up out of a dead sleep and she, having been in prison before, sat up in bed swinging before she was even fully awake. I refer to this sometimes when Storm surprises me in a bad way in that it scares me and almost makes me want to hit him out of self defense. Sometimes when he uses the Loopy Johnny on my butt, he can get close to certain parts and nooks and crannies on accident with that fucker. One time in particular, I wondered if he was almost doing it on purpose, but like a good sub, I didn't say anything until afterwards. I told him he was getting very close to striking some very intimate things and that I almost "Queen Latifah'ed him." At first he was confused at to what I was referring to. Then he realized what he must have brushed with the LJ and asked, "Oh, you mean your whiskers?"
As we are aging, I think of health related stuff that scares me and it makes me want to lose weight. Storm isn't too interested in that, so I read something that I thought might give him a little motivation. "I read where losing 10 to 20 pounds makes your penis grow another inch." He took over my dog walking responsibility when I wasn't feeling well and hasn't given it back, so he has lost some weight. And his junk does look bigger!
Me, "I'm getting a spanking, do you think I am going to happily SKIP in here to the side of the bed?"
He just looks at me. "We're having spanking time, you should be happy."
I just look at him. "Seriously? Happy?"
Him, "Well, you're UNhappy when you don't get a spanking. Doesn't this make you happy?"
Me, "No, the spanking itself does not make me happy! The after affects of it all makes me happy and then toward the end of a spanking, then we often get sexy."
Him, "Bend over the bed." He swings and connects. "Be happy!"
Well, that's it for the challenge. I did it! I want to thank you all for coming here to my blog a lot this month to support me, join in the fun, and gather around for the tougher and more intimate kind of reads. I have never blogged 13 times in any month, not even at the height of my newbie blogging frenzy back in 2018 when I was so jazzed up that I was sleeping about 4 hours a night and writing my brains out. I'm not a daily blogger and I don't normally put up short posts for some reason, which is probably what this challenge should have looked like. Perhaps I'll do that next year, but I feel that it is a lot to ask of my fellow bloggers and readers to come here every day and read something long so I tried to combine the letters as creatively as I could. Thank you for the time you have invested here with me this month and for making this challenge possible for me..... if I don't have readers, I wouldn't write. I need you. I appreciate you all. Thank you! Love, Windy