Under one roof

Well we are all under one roof........ 

Miss Ashes is not exactly thrilled with the idea -- but after being mostly alone for 2 weeks and then being forced to tolerate a 2 hour car trip -- living under the same roof with the 'monster' (better known as Lady the black Lab) isn't SO bad!  (Wait till she finds out she's moving to yet another house in a couple of days!!)

It was another long day for me -- drive into Kingston -- pack up the last few things -- pack up Miss Ashes things -- load up the car and head back to Sir Steve.

The first few hours Miss Ashes' spent under our bed .... but she eventually snuck out -- ate a little bit -- and then with some firm coaxing joined me on the sofa.

Life is good -- we're all under one roof!

2 Days and counting........

I swear my brain is gonna explode!  I am down to 2 days before my official moving date.  I spent all day yesterday running around getting the cable/internet ordered for installation in the new place -- buying a new dining/kitchen set --  changing my address on my health card and driver's license -- changing my address at all the important places like the bank and the governments........ Then realized I had left my information -- all of it! -- for my insurances in Kingston. 

BUT no major worries on the insurance -- the papers aren't packed -- and I am heading back to Kingston today to pick up Ashes.  She will move in with Sir Steve and the dog and the lil one till Thursday.  Hopefully we will ALL survive one more addition to the family.

My blogs may be short and sweet and maybe even scarce for a bit -- but as soon as I am settled -- I'll be back with my usual long rambling blog entries.  I promise!

Rose Coloured Glasses

Over the years I have been 'accused' more than once of wearing rose coloured glasses.  My staff used to tease me and say "in morningstar's world......."  and yes I guess I do tend to try and see the bright side of things -- find the good in people.... but honestly is there anything wrong with that?

No

Except when you come face to face with reality.

I have been ignoring the bad manners (extremely bad manners) of Sir Steve's ex-mother in law at the camp site.  I have shrugged it off or simply 'disappeared' when she would storm onto our site with some demand or other.

BUT yesterday -- shaking head -- it truly got out of hand.  The lil one had lost a special elastic.  I asked her if she had left at "mommy's trailer'.  Simple question right?  Sir Steve suggested she go check ........ 

Not 5 minutes later ex-mother in law came storming -- and I do mean storming -- onto our site saying they had looked for the elastic ALL DAY! and bitching about expecting a 4 year old to keep track of things.

I spoke up -- after all it had been my suggestion she might have left it behind -- this woman (and trust me when I say I am being VERY polite here cause other names jump to mind) totally and completely ignored me -- as if I didn't exist.  It threw me -- threw me big time.

Afterwards I knew what I should have done -- I should have stepped between her and Sir Steve and made her acknowledge me -- and listen to what I was trying to say.  BUT of course -- it was only after she had stormed off -- and my heart was pounding so loudly and hard I thought it would jump  out of my chest that I thought of challenging her.

I have never ever met someone so totally rude.  She refuses to acknowledge my existence even when I am standing right in front of her.  I have no experience with that sort of behaviour... none - zero - nada.   

In my world - through the rose coloured glasses -- every human being is at the very least civil to one another.  I am totally at a loss as to how to deal with someone like her............. 

Sunday Sentiments

Play Time

Sir Steve loves knives (one more thing we have in common) and collects them.  A while back I saw a set of knives that caught my eye.  They made me think of dragons -- another passion of Sir Steve's.  So I purchased them........  

I say them because as much as the above picture looks like one knife -- they are actually two -- one fits inside the other in the leather sheaf.

Apart they look like this............. 

Sir Steve has had those knives sitting on his bedside table since I gave them to him.  I will admit to lusting over them -- wanting to feel the cold steel against my skin.  But I never brought it up with him... 'cause he has to want to do knife play for me to really enjoy it.  I want to feed off his desire to mark my body -- off his desire to slide the blade up and down my body -- off his desire to play.

The other night we were joking around after going to bed.... and one thing lead to another -- and the next thing I knew the larger of the two knives was pressed against my skin.... sliding up and down my back -- over my ass -- down my legs.  His strong hand hot against my skin as he held my leg still -- or when he pressed my ass into the bed.... not a word was spoken -- I could hear his breathing -- hear my soft moans... feel the heat building in my body......

The big knife was amazingly and sharp and pricky....... but when Sir Steve switched to the small one I nearly jumped.  It had a much lighter touch -- but ohhhhhhh so sharp!  And it slid so easily between my legs -- playing in my jewelry - sliding ever so carefully between my legs -- his hand holding me open -- exposing my delicate bits to the kiss of the blade. 

In the old days people would comment on how sensual our knife play was -- but the other night we took sensual to a whole new level........ and it was beautiful.

Play time with Sir Steve was always good before -- and is only getting better now there are no rules....... and that my dear friends is a very good thing!