Just me getting thinky...

[Journal entry - left open]

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.

Comments

Locked to Travis

My head came close to exploding a few times, and I'm still kicking myself a bit for embarrassing you after the beanbag thing. I will admit I enjoyed the shooting part, but I will tell you I felt a little queasy about it once I knew it was you. That's still not sitting quite right.

I do want to tell you how much I'm looking forward to the holidays, especially meeting your family though I'm more nervous about that than anything I can think of since college maybe.

I love you and will continue to love you the rest of my days.

Locked to George

But you made it through it. Maybe you'll not fear so bad going to the Christmas Ball? *chuckles*

You played the game like it was supposed to be played and won. *giggles* Bet that bloke didn't know what to think getting a talking to by you.

I love you too, Bear. Always.