Just me getting thinky...
The bruises from the Halloween festivities are fading. It's still comical and bloody fucking erotic to think that my Bear gave me a good few of them. The man's got wicked aim with a gun, I will say that. I never thought I'd have an amazing, perfect and completely vanilla man accompany me to Sarlat, but I could't have been more proud. He didn't even flip seeing me in the cat getup. He did so well and his head didn't explode not once, that's not saying he didn't come close a few times. The flight on the way home was as fun, if not better, than the time there, not sure Bear will ever look at flying the same way again though. hehe
We're planning things for the holidays - still can't get over that there's going to be another person to share this holiday season with. Taking him home to meet the parents which should be a sight in itself. Going to have to hide all of mum's wood spoons. No sense in her thwapping him on the arse when he doesn't listen. The woman does that to me enough. I still swear that's why I love getting spanked now - all those damn smacks I got growing up.
The bathroom and bed are finally done and we don't have to stare at Construction Crack Hunny any longer, and I can't even say how happy I am that all that is over. I stand and look at the bed - strong, sturdy - it's like Bear and me years from now, still strong, still together and still sturdy.