Scribbles

Big thanks to SensualDom for this awesome challenge!

Alice in Chains - Black Gives Way To Blue
Dedicated to original frontman Layne Staley. RIP.

Soundgarden - Black Rain
Ignore the ridiculous video. Or watch it because it's actually kinda funny.

Johann Strauss II - The Blue Danube (2001: A Space Odyssey version)
If you haven't seen this movie, first check your pulse, then go see this movie. The music plays over the closing credits.

Rainbow - Stargazer
About a wizard who uses slaves and forces them to build a stone tower so he can reach the stars.

For all my fellow music theory geeks - there is a huge section of the music that riffs on a harmonic minor scale which gives it a middle-eastern type of vibe. That modal choice underscores a story like Egyptian slaves being forced to build stone structures such as towers and pyramids, etc. Pretty ingenious!

Moments ago my dearest dirty whore sub ButterfliesAndCuffs posted her weekly Thirst Trap Thursday blog entry. Per usual, she took several sexy, semi-revealing pictures and submitted them to me for my approval. Together we came up with 5 that were hot but not too naughty (I kept those for myself!) and she posted them here. However, this time we ran into a bit of a snag.
Two of the pics were very similar, but both were so good that we couldn't decide between them. So what better way to answer that question than to ask all our Cage friends!
Go look at her TTT post and let us know which one you would have picked.

LJ

Both I and my gorgeous whore sub ButterfliesAndCuffs had a couple of busy days and we did not have this TTT ready until late last night, so I thought better late than unseen. For this week, as usual there was an underlying theme.

She is always incredibly beautiful, but she knows that when I allow her to wear clothes I love how crazy hot she is in a white t-shirt and boxers, so she took a bunch of amazingly sexy pictures dressed-ish in those clothes, and submitted them to me for approval.

There was a bit of a fun twist because I had made her mark herself earlier in the evening so of course I insisted that she include a picture showing that.

And if you look very closely at the last picture you can almost see one of the tastiest things about her...

(See her original post here.)

Or does it just go in the fruits and vegetables category? Avocados are fruits so it's only fair that guacamole gets more respect.

At the very least Ben & Jerry's should make it into an ice cream. I wouldn't eat it because that sounds disgusting. But they make ice cream flavors out of talk shows so once again it is a question of fairness.

I am a proud guacamole advocate, and if you show anything less than all due respect you're going to answer to me.

LJ

Maybe it is a sign.

Over the past several months I gradually changed my entire waking/sleeping schedule to something more closely approximating that of my dear ButterfliesAndCuffs. She didn't ask me to - it was my own idea, I did it because I was able to, and because we were each trying to squeeze as much extra time into our schedules as possible to spend with each other.
Before her I had never done that for anyone. I had never met anyone I wanted to do that for.

Following our first visit together we both experienced major droppage in the couple days after we got home. I started reverting to my old schedule and went back to sleeping a lot more, especially the first 24 hours. In retrospect that seems pretty counterintuitive because I was missing her so much - so why return to the days when we had less time together?
Fortunately I was able to stop that and turn it back around after a little while.

As most of you know, we just got home from spending another incredible few nights together. I didn't expect quite the same reaction as before but for the past couple days I have been doing it again. Reverting to my old ways.
Since returning home, the schedule I had so meticulously changed started creeping back, I was keeping my old hours again, all the while missing her terribly. As we always had, we see and chat and spend as much of our time together everyday as we can, yet I am just not feeling quite myself.

Yes, of course I understand what is happening, and why I am feeling low, and why this house and this neighborhood and this life seem so dull and empty now. I get it. I even anticipated it.

It's just that I thought it would be easier this time. All the extra sleeping is definitely a sign that I was wrong about that.

As I did before I'll fix it eventually, and in the mean time droppage can eat a wet shit.

There is not a lot I can add to what my dirty sub ButterfliesAndCuffs recounted in her post regarding our visit together. So much happened, and since time has a novel way of not existing anymore when we are together I may not have the correct sequence of events, but it was all so unforgettable.

From the very first moment we locked eyes at baggage claim we knew that we would barely venture out of our hotel the whole time we were together, though first we did get to meet our awesome friend Precor! She and I had dinner while we waited for my girl to arrive after her flight was delayed and delayed again. There was a loud, drunken birthday party happening a few feet from us, and one person shoved her bare ass in the face of another. I couldn't tell if the latter enjoyed it since her face was obscured by the ass of the former (hence the 'aka' in the title of this post.) Afterward we went back to the airport, where I picked up this beautiful little butterfly that I own, and then our friend gave us a ride to our hotel.

My girl and I were so tired after long weeks of waiting, a whole day of airports and flying, then a lot of fun hanging out with our friend, that when we finally got there we fell onto the bed and immediately launched right into hours and hours of dirty, sexy, yummy fun, including a whole lot of hardcore edging.
(What - did you really think we were going right to sleep?)

I had brought my baby a special gift. I smiled and jokingly said "ok, this is just a present, it doesn't mean we're married now" then I made her sit while I put a beautiful, tasteful, public-friendy collar around her throat which she wore the rest of the time we were together, making her first appearance in it when the three of us went dinner that night. And my beloved dirty whore was rocking a sexy dress - and I mean ROCKING the thing! Wow. Our good friend may never recover full use of her sight after all the eye rolling she did at us hahah.

Back at the hotel I attached the companion leash and we did, y'know, leash stuff. We had brought many of our toys, including a spreader bar which she got to experience for the very first time. While cuffed onto that I kept her severely edged for a few more hours, and since she has already posted about her subspace experience I wont go more into it but to say that I have never seen her quite so... Elsewhere. We even came up with a word for what she was - bumfuzzled. And it was especially beautiful because we never broke eye contact so we shared the entire experience.

Our last night together we had to be to bed early because we had a VERRRY early wake-up time. We were both super exhausted from such an incredible time so we climbed under the covers, cuddled up, and immediately started speaking to each other in really, really, bad French accents. No one knows why.

Another example of how we can't seem to go very long without laughing happened Friday morning (Saturday?) About 5 minutes after rolling out of bed we had already invented a new clothing line for the sexy adult with a goofy sense of humor (that's all I can say because we are gonna be brazillionaires from this idea!) and were barely able to get in the shower without cracking up all over each other.

We do a lot of ridiculous, weird, hilarious stuff. We laugh and love constantly. We just really, really fit together perfectly. It was hard going home, and we both had to deal with the unavoidable drop, but we texted throughout the day, and were on cam with each other not much more than 12 hours after our final kiss that morning.

With every moment we spend together, whether it is in person or long distance, my love and possession of her grows and grows, and she keeps getting more and more beautiful to me. She is mine, and I don't know how I will be able to wait until the next time she is in my arms, or on her knees looking up at me, or just not so damn far away.

It is here, and about damn time too.

I am sitting at the airport waiting for some loud, faceless voice to announce that it is time to board the plane that will take me to be with my sub, love, baby, whore, lady, friend, and brightest light - ButterfliesAndCuffs. 

It is noisy and busy but I am not distracted because I can think of only one thing: her. Holding her, using her, laughing with her (and as we have both pointed out many times we do really laugh a lot together) and being together again after far too long.

Distance is a shitty prick, but in less than 12 hours we will have overcome it. We will probably not leave our hotel (or bed) much at all for the next few days and nights, but we will get to meet and spend time with our good friend Precor whom we both met here.
And while you are in the neighborhood don't forget to check out my girl's Thirst Trap Thursday post. She has included some incredibly sexy new pics - and just in case you were wondering, we chose them together and I approved every one!

That is going to have to be at for now because my flight will be boarding soon, but you will hear from both of us at some point to announce that we are together finally.

And about damn time too!

You may have noticed a few countdown posts here in the blogs during the past week or so. Apparently there are several of us who are going to be happily in the arms of our beloved partners very soon, including myself and my sorely missed sub ButterfliesAndCuffs.

It has been fairly well documented that I was sick the day they taught math class, and as something of a cute little joke my body decided would be funny to fuck with me and make me sick yesterday too. Fortunately it was only one of them 24-ish hour thingies and I am feeling all better, but since I was sleeping it off all day I was unable to do my countdown post. Like the very good girl she is, my dear sub did hers, and thankfully no one assumed that we had stopped counting!

Last night we were once again excitedly discussing our upcoming naughty time together, and of course we started to calculate the difference in time between our planes arriving at our destination. "I don't know" I told her, "you are on the math side of the slash in this dynamic." But then I saw it...

How did I miss this before? Right there on my phone, the app for the airlines I will by flying showed the date and time my first plane will be departing. But if you wait a couple seconds it also shows - a countdown!!! I never even had to try to figure it out because it was provided for me the whole time.

As of this very moment it says that I will be taking off in 1 day and 1 hour. I asked around and from what I am told that is approximately 25-ish hours. Add to that the actual time in the air, plus the 3-ish hours after I arrive until her plane touches down, and in 34-ish hours we will be standing together in the airport, her in my arms, kissing and stuff like that.

I think it is 34-ish. I'll have to check with my better math half.

Please check out my blog and hers tomorrow for our final countdown posts, including her Travel Time Thirst Trap Thursday spread. I have seen it and you are SOOO not going to want to miss it!

(What you are about to read is based on actual, repeated, real-life events. I am not poking fun at anything or anyone other than myself.)

As the days rapidly crawl toward the moment when I and my beautiful sub ButterfliesAndCuffs will be together again I have been reviewing my own personalized pre-flight checks, and have come to the comforting realization that - contrary to what I have been told - I do not have OCD, I merely have OCD tendencies. And there are very important differences.

For instance, like most people I pack exactly 5 times before leaving for a vacation, which I have been able to cut down from 7 by first making a list of everything I need to bring, triple checking it, and staging everything on my bed, clockwise in order of it's appearance on the list. This allows me to make sure that everything goes neatly into my suitcase in the proper sequence, top to bottom, left to right.
Which is a perfectly reasonable tendency.

Obviously all non-clothing items (toiletries, medications, chargers, cold remedies, sanitizer, important documents including my itinerary and the aforementioned itemized list, etc.) go into their own ziplock bags, along with lists of contents so nothing gets overlooked or left out during the 5 packings. Each ziplock bag also includes a copy of my itinerary, just in case any of others somehow get wet or forgotten or lost or damaged. Also, by writing the dates and destinations of my trip on the outside of the ziplock bags I can be certain that they are all brand new and unique to the vacation in question, though it is helpful to practice that a few times before loading all the items inside, just to make sure everything is legible.
You will agree that these are all understandable, sensible tendencies.

Since I always bring by laptop with me everywhere I go my carry-on bag is the perfect size for it (with room to spare for all the chargers, USB cables, my kindle, it's charger, medications, sanitizer, copies of important documents including my itinerary and the aforementioned itemized lists, etc.) And everything is folded up and wound up and packed up so that the whole thing will lie perfectly flat when placed on the floor with the side pocket facing up. It has to be in that position because the pocket holds my itinerary in triplicate and I must maintain quick, easy access just in case I need a copy for something or someone I hadn't anticipated.
I tend to be somewhat more cautious when I will be out of the house for more than a few hours.

I have already reviewed my plan exactly 37 times and have come to the conclusion that the only OCD-ish things about my preparations and pre-trip rituals are the 13 trial runs I do the night before, but everybody does that.

True story. And it will all be more than worth it when at long last she is on her knees before me again.

There is a reason why I don't math in my head - I'm no good at it. Add to that my already complicated relationship with numbers - I don't like some of them, and more than that, I just don't trust some of them. Now, I know what you're thinking:
"What the fuck dude - that is so crazy true! Numbers suck!"
Well, no, it's not that they suck, it's that they can't always be relied upon to add up the way we want them to. For example:

In 5-ish days I will arrive at the airport in (location withheld for sexy purposes) where a mere few hours later I will be meeting my dear ButterfliesAndCuffs at baggage claim after her plane lands (we talked about it and decided that that will be more convenient than trying to meet there before her plane touches down.)
We have done the math (ok, she did the math) and we have estimated that we will be together in approximately 125 hours.

But I want the numbers to add up to RIGHT NOW and dumb math wont let that happen.

Ok, I get it, there are rules. Rules can be fun. I like rules. Rules are our friends. I'm sure that thousands of years ago places like Babylonia and Mesopotamia were pretty happening places, and doubtless Pythagoras and Archimedes would have been cool guys to party with - but how did everyone involved in the math game overlook factors like flight times and longing and impatience?

So we have to wait another 5-ish days, and there is nothing I can do about it, in my head or otherwhere. Perhaps by the time we leave the airport I will have forgotten my completely rational frustration and resentment toward numbers, but for now I say fuck you math! Not cool!