Today, I made chicken vegetable soup. I don’t think it’s as good as the last time I made it, but it’s not half bad. I had it for dinner, with some fancy multi-grain bread from the bakery. Yum. I had some work stuff I needed to do and I did it. I got all the … Continue reading The Pleasures, 3
Author: olivia
Sleep?
Ahhh elusive sleep. I have slept like crap the whole month of October, according to my Fitbit. And according to my body, which has apparently decided that 5 - 6 1/2 hours sleep a night is plenty. Sometimes I can't go to sleep. Sometimes I wake up too early. Sometimes, like last night, I seem … Continue reading Sleep?
Not Exactly Pleasure…
I did my final round of marathon dentist visits yesterday. Not my last visit to the dentist, of course, but I think this was my last of the super long dental events. How long was it? (There's a joke in here sonewhere, but I'm not feeling it.) Seven and a half hours. That's how long … Continue reading Not Exactly Pleasure…
The Pleasures, 2
This is part of a series. Because I often use this space to bitch and complain, or to process the more painful parts of my life, I've decided to share some of my everyday pleasure too. Hope you enjoy... The beach is always a pleasure. The air, the sound of the waves, the people, the … Continue reading The Pleasures, 2
The Pleasures, 1
I know, that sounds like the title for a fantasy. Actually, it's not. I was just thinking about how I come over here and talk about the woes of my life on a regular basis when I have so many positive things that I seldom mention. So I thought I might start a series where … Continue reading The Pleasures, 1
A Touchstone
I come here for balance, I think. Sometimes anyhow. When I’m feeling a bit off, a bit askew, this place is my touchstone. I wrote that, and then I thought, ”What the hell do I mean by that?” So I had to look up “touchstone” to see if it meant what I wanted to say. … Continue reading A Touchstone
Her Training, Part 3
They had not gone very far before Sir said, “Stop.” Bethany had been following Ma’am so carefully that she almost missed the order, but was able to stop short of running into Ma’am. Sir adjusted her position - she had drifted a bit too far to the right. “You’re doing quite well,” he said, “for … Continue reading Her Training, Part 3
Her Training, Part 2
They had taken her dress, and now she stood trembling in her lacy bra, garter belt, stockings, and CFM shoes. Her mind had barely had time to register that it was a man and a woman with her as they had slipped her dress off over her head quite quickly. Now she was intently watching … Continue reading Her Training, Part 2
Her Training
“Here she is,” Dan said, sounding quite matter of fact, as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world. The man seated behind the desk nodded. “Very nice,” he said. “Has she had any training?” “Not really, Joshua,” Dan, her lover, replied. “She is often pleasing, and she likes to follow directions, but … Continue reading Her Training
For You
I ran across this quote recently. Something in it speaks to me - oh, maybe it's all the ways it is me. Although, I loved my waiting tables days. It reads like a poem to me - even though it's not. But here's how it reads to me. “The useless days will add up to … Continue reading For You
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