I’m packing for my ski-trip to Idaho with Traveler. We’ve been on some trips, but this is our first plane trip. I am vibrating with excitement. 🙂
So.. some shit went down. I didn’t talk or hint about it here because it’s been really close to my heart and it took a while to untangle. And I try REALLY HARD not to communicate by blog. Basically the Reader’s Digest version is that Quinky Girl and I had a tough patch. Feelings were hurt and there was a lot of worry and stress and heartache and sadness and loneliness and such and we talked it out. It was a crappy conversation to have. I mean it was good.. but fuck. We went there. We were honest and that was hard to do. I’ll do honest, but you’re not gonna make me like it.
And things are mostly untangled. I’ve got a little more sorting to do, but it’s good. We talked again about how this is flying blind. It’s come up a lot lately. Traveler and I have been together a little over two and a half years and Quinky and I have been family about two of them. And there just aren’t a lot of models for this. My daughter even asked me lately “Where can this go? I mean, what can this be with you and Traveler?”.
I don’t know. I’m not even sure what to ask for if I were asking for things. We fucking make it up as we go along. I’m not feeling much about this question I keep hearing yet.
Right now I’m packing.
Well. Right now I’m sitting on my ass taking a break from packing so I can blog.
We’re planning 4 wonderful days together. We’ll be in Idaho skiing and cooking together and drinking lovely wine and sitting in our hot tub on the river and snuggling by the fireplace. They’ll be breakfasts and kisses and time for lingering sexy times. They’ll be talks and showers and walks and maybe even a game of banana grams. Heh. We’re meeting my friend (a blogger vixen) there too. I got excited today and packed recipes for salmon patties and bourbon cocktails and excellent steak marinades. I can’t wait!
I was just packing and realizing that both skiing and alternative sexy times sure do take up the space. We needed space for my pads because I squirt and make a mess when I cum. And we needed space for candles and lube and a cock ring. Space went also to cuffs and my blindfold and my crop and little flogger. (A girl can hope). Into the bag went the sexy underthings and my new Wartenburg wheel. This one is made a little nicer and hopefully won’t have the spikey wheel fall off mid-play! I even packed the few condoms I had that weren’t expired. And after the ski pants and hat and scarf and gloves and jackets and goggles I have about 4 inches to pack clothes and toiletries. Fun takes up so much space. Yay!
You WILL NOT be hearing me complain.