I don’t guess this is going to be on topic. Then again, when is it? I guess it’s decision time. It’s hard to call this a spanko blog. I feel I’ve already shared my thoughts, suggestions, questions, longings, dreams, feelings, hopes, daydreams, cravings, desires, and what ever else on the subject, that I possibly can. So with no new aspects, nothing happening in my life that feels like TTWD, DD or any other letters I can think of, what now?
Should anyone feel worried or concerned that I’m leaving – I’m not. I am a spanko, I was born this way and I’ll die this way. Blogland is my home; this is the place where I feel accepted and understood. I have lurkers and I appreciate them, I have the people that comment on occasion and I thank you very much, but beyond my lurker and casual commenters I have friends here. No, I haven’t met most of you in person, and it’s not likely that I will. But many of you comment nearly every time I post, we email and keep up that way. There are so many of you that I care deeply about and I feel you care about me that I can’t call you ‘blogger’ friends. You are real life friends that I just haven’t met.
I’m sure I’ll be spanked again, probably often. The mood will strike and Nick will feel like a little slap and tickle. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. I mean even vanilla’s play sometimes. But when it happens I’m not sure I tell you about it here. To tell you the truth, it makes me feel a little like a fool to come here over and over and complain to you that it never happens, and I whine or fuss about it. Then something happens that gives me hope it going to be reignited in our relationship and I eagerly tell you of my good fortune only to go months before the next encounter – and I just feel stupid.
So expect to hear about the kids, and work, and… hmm… what else? Maybe I could give cooking and cleaning tips. I could post recipes. Maybe laundry hints. Good grief, what do vanilla people talk about?