I should have known yesterday's little swell was but the harbinger of the storm. Maybe because I had yet to truly unleash my frustrations. Let my fury wash over me and purify me. Like wave crashing against rock, Boy Toy and I each tried to get our points accross. Nothing was penetrating the other's fortress. But the fortress can only take so much, and then it breaks. The aftermath finds rubble strewn everywhere. Bleakness. But then, I spot a piece of rock. "Wait", I say. "I can see where this rock goes." And he says "Let me take care of this one for you." We put a few rocks in their rightful place, and finally, we have to stop. We're spent.  Ok, ok, I'm exaggerating. There weren't any fortresses. No broken rocks. And I don't think I've got the metaphor thing quite right yet ;) Maybe I should just call it butting heads. Sounds a lot less dramatic. The results are the same, though. Afterwards, I feel all in pieces. But I've managed to put some of these pieces back where they go, and it turns out it wasn't exactly where I used to think they fit. I guess you could call that progress. It would help if I managed to tell Boy Toy exactly what's going through my mind, sometimes. I'm just bad at this. I'm bad at relationships, really. It's because I'm so afraid it'll end that I cannot truly enjoy what I have. Boy Toy has often made this reproach, and he is absolutely right. I think he thinks I don't know this, though. I don't blame him. Must be hard to fathom: I KNOW that my fears are poisoning my life, our relationship, and causing the problems which scare me so, yet I do not stop being insecure. Makes no sense, right? This is what I wish he realized: I do know these things. They make sense. And I desire some, if not all, of what he describes. How he says he wants to live. Yes, me too! But I'm afraid of not mattering. If I could snap my fingers and make myself all better, believe me, I would. Unfortunately, it's not that simple. And there you have it. Relationships, whether vanilla or not so vanilla, are complicated. Doesn't matter that Boy Toy is submissive. That's sexual. The reality is, he's still a person. Quite a person. So, if anyone out there knows of a secret pill that makes you self-confident and fearless, I'm buying! I need to get back to the kinky stuff, after all. Speaking of pills, I've just started a new kind of birth control pill. My PMS were pretty crazy and the doctor suggested I try a pill that has the same level of hormones throughout the month. Might not throw my body out of whack so much. Then again, maybe the new hormone regimen is having nasty effects on my mood.

I long to be free of this need for restraint. This wish expressed in yesterday's HNT post came true, as wishes are wont to do. Familiar with the phrase "Be careful what you're wishing for"? No, don't worry, Boy Toy and I didn't break up and aren't planning to. But there is no need for restraint anymore because I did lash out at him. It started innocently enough. I told him "It just bugs me that there's no time to talk to me". This, in fact, is an ongoing issue with us. He's busy, he works hard. Not some lazy ass bum, my Boy Toy. But it's hard on me. I miss him. So sometimes I get grumpy. Sometimes I even get frustrated. He doesn't understand this, as he's quite happy whether I'm there or not. Very self-sufficient, my Boy Toy. I'm not saying he doesn't like it if I'm there. Just that maybe he doesn't require my presence as much as I need his. We're different, I guess that's what makes things interesting. I try hard not to lash out at him when he's too busy to keep in touch some, because I know, deep down, that it's selfish of me. And that if he's so busy, understandably, it means he's also stressed. Tired. So saying ANYTHING about it only means trouble. Obviously. I've grown pretty used to it all, I can deal with the busy well enough. Well, somewhat well enough. Anyway, what really ticks me off, though, is when, say, he can't find time to reply to my emails, yet he manages to go out to a club. With other people, of course. I don't know, maybe I'm just totally unreasonable, here, but this just frustrates the hell out of me. This is really what happened, last night. He hadn't been replying to my emails much, and we were trying to organize a supper together tonight but he was saying he was kinda too busy... Yet he was considering going out. I try, I really do, to be reasonable. But my emotions win, always. I'm an insecure girl, I think I've said this once or fifty times, and what this translates to, in my poor silly brain, is that going out is more important than seeing me. That upsets me. And if something upsets me, well I have to talk about it. I'm that way. I feel, I say. And that's bad, since I always end up totally disregarding timing. Hugh. I didn't really lash out at him, though. Not at first. But he was stressed, tired, and totally misunderstood what I was trying to say. He translated it as "If I'm busy, you're unhappy." Well ok, sometimes a little. I wish I had more of him, you know. But why shouldn't I be able to say it? Just because I wish he weren't busy, doesn't mean he has to drop everything and never work again. The way he reacts, you'd think that's what I said. Maybe I should say it, next time, see how he likes that ;) So anyway, I don't know. The real problem, I guess, is that we are different and have a hard time understanding each other. Being different is ok. But it means we should be patient with one another. He's not like me, but surely, he can see where I'm coming from? A little? I just want to be able to say "This upsets me" without him feeling like I'm trying to stop him from doing something. I am just trying to communicate. That's what I do. I feel, I say, remember? But don't worry. We're ok, really. Truth is, I've wondered about posting this here, thinking maybe it was too personal and it might give the wrong impression. Generally speaking, we're doing great and I'm quite happy with him. It just helps me, to organize my thoughts enough to write them here. And I've got to have a reason for writing, otherwise I'm just not motivated enough to do it. Besides, I'm only human. It can't always be only about the kink.

Tonight, I felt the handcuffs in this picture were appropriate. I need restraint. I'm feeling kind of grrrr, you see. Still have a bit of a cold. And my back hurts, think I spend too much time sitting at the computer. I'm doing my best not to lash out at Boy Toy, who's too busy to talk to me. Poor thing, he's stressed and busy, last thing he needs is me angry at him. Maybe it's on my brain those cuffs should be.  I long to be free of this need for restraint.

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This most recent dream of Boy Toy's is fucked up, sexy and... hilarious. I love it that whatever is going on in our lives, he'll dream kinky dreams about it. I especially like the part about the bee stinger...  So here goes another freaked out dream... It's kinda hard to explain because it's weird mental things going on. Apparently you have hypnotized me and created a trigger or something that seems related to the fact that I now have a collar locked on. This scary thought comes over me that because it's locked on, I can't stop the submissive hypno thing going on. I'm asking you when you might be taking it off, but you get frustrated at me, talking loudly in a scolding way. You're wearing this little red dress, walking back and forth, and saying "This is the problem, it's not coming off, I've wanted 24/7 but your fear of it is blocking me, blocking us". Apparently, all this hypno stuff would make me accept it, be comfortable with it. I'm scared of where you are going with all this. But I know I can't even find it in myself to resist because you have me hypnotized. Then we are out at the back of the house. There are these really sick looking tomato plants, and behind that, some sucky video, or I think they were sucky: boxes on top of sticks, almost graveyard looking.  I'm asking you if I should be outside nude with nothing but a collar on and I'm trying to make you let me back in the house. You reply that I am missing something if I'm going to be outside, and you tell me to stay there. While I'm waiting, this huge bee is buzzing around my eye, I swat him and I see his stinger fall off. I can't wait to show you. You return and you want to put a ball cuff on me! And I'm kinda like, "Yeah, but I want to show you the bee stinger", which is about the size of ruler. But then I'm standing still while you're locking the ball cuff on. I'm strangely accepting of your saying it has to be locked on. And then, probably because I'm starting to question the whole situation, I'm asking you why this has to be on. And you reply something to the fact that it enforces that there is no escape, and I just reply "ah". You ask me if it's working and I say "Let me see, just a second... yes! I think it works!" And you are all like "damn that's cool". Then we're inside the house and I'm doing dishes. You are standing in this living room looking at me with a big smile. I just remember this feeling, like I was totally entrapped by your tricks and I knew there was nothing I could do but accept it. You're asking me if it's ok if I never cum again. I'm trying to ignore this or avoid answering, because I want to say no but I fear I could get punished for some reason. Then I get enough guts to answer as you persist in asking and I say "no!" but apparently it comes out as "yes" and I try again but it still doesn't work, and you are all happy and jumping around and saying "cool, it's a done deal, you're never cuming again" and I'm still trying to say "no, no, no". I realize that maybe it's because you've hypnotized me. And then I'm just standing there, helpless, and you're saying it will be done with a chastity device so there would be no possibility to even think about cheating. I'm trying to show you the big stinger of the bee which apparently I brought in. Maybe I'm trying to change the subject, but you keep going on about how it will be and you're really excited, saying I'd be constantly horny and that you'd hypnotize me to not cum when having sex. I was scared of your enthusiasm. That's all I remember.

Sorry for leaving you hanging with my last post. It wasn't an intentional cliffhanger. My first thought was to write about Friday night's sexual antics but then I realized I needed to explain the hypnosis thing first to set the stage. And it turned out to be a complete post, in and of itself. Besides, I was sleepy and my cold was making me feel a bit dizzy, so I decided to tell the rest later and go for a nap. So where was I? Ah, yes. I was about to tell you what went on Friday night. There was a lot of naughtiness involved, and not much hypnosis, to tell you the truth. But it did come into play a little, and I would like to think that it worked. Boy Toy certainly does, and he says he's scared. Anyway, on with the sex, I'll tell you a bit more about the hypnosis after. When I got home after work, Friday, I continued talking to Boy Toy on MSN. I told him I had a dilemma, I was wondering whether to take a bath here or shower at his place. He solved it for me when he said he had to shower too; a few minutes later I was on my way to his place. After a quick bite, we hit the shower. As you know, this is a favorite of mine, to be under the steamy hot water with Boy Toy. We hadn't had sex in two weeks and I know he hadn't masturbated since the beginning of the week. I think I forgot to mention it here but I've instructed him not to jerk off for 3 days before Owner Fridays. I want him to be fresh and attentive, when I finally see him. So predictably, we started fooling around. Kissing, fondling each other. After a while I turned my back to him so he could fuck me. He rubbed my clitoris mercilessly with his fingers while penetrating me and so I came almost right away. He, on the other hand, ended up having to stop. He had gone jogging the day before and his thighs just couldn't take it. When he stopped, I pressed my hand flat against his chest, pushed him away from me and started to rinse out my hair. When he reached for me and whimpered, I said: "What is it? What do you want?" Eyes downcast, he replied: "I wanted to come, but it'll be another time, I guess." You got it, Boy Toy. We got out of the shower and soon, he wanted a cigarette. This was just what I had been waiting for. I wanted to try the trigger words while he was naked and in a submissive position. You know, so I could easily see whether it affected him or not. He stripped, kneeled in front of me and started puffing on his cigarette. I waited a minute or so before I said: "You know, I was thinking I'd buy myself a new scarf. I was thinking red silk." Slight pause. "Why red silk?" "I don't know. Red silk is soft and sexy. Don't you think red silk is a good idea? I like it. Red silk." As I was saying this, I was paying close attention to him. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, though. He finished his cigarette and asked if he could get dressed again. I said no, of course. He should know better than to ask me that, by now. He joined me on the couch and snuggled against me under the big, soft down blanket. After a few minutes, I thought I'd test the waters, see if he was more submissive than usual. "Give me a massage", I told him. I'm not normally very authoritative and usually, I would have asked, not told. His answer? A definitive "Ok", without hesitation. He went to get some baby oil while I stripped. Up until then, he had been naked and I was clothed. I like the imbalance, how it makes him feel vulnerable and subby. Now we were on equal grounds. He massaged me, rubbing the oil into my skin. When I was satisfied, I told him to make me come. He was still straddling my back. He immediately turned around, still straddling my back but facing the other way, towards my legs, and started working on my clitoris with his fingers. Once again, it didn't take me long... We snuggled together, naked. I reached down and started playing with his penis. I soon had him erect and pretty damn horny, so I made him lie on his back and it was now my turn to straddle him... He came quickly (we both always come quickly) and I must say, it was intense. After all the frolicking, we finally sat down and got to talk about the hypnosis session recording, which I had him listen to three times last week. I told him about how Lady Julia uses the phrase "good boy" many times throughout the recording. I also told him about the trigger words, red silk. He admitted that he had felt something when I said them. "It was as if the words meant something", he said. I don't know, though. Since the suggestion embedded in the recording is a general one, it's difficult to tell if anything is a hardproof that the hypnosis worked. Sure, the words got his attention when I said them. And he grudgingly admits to feeling submissive and kind of aroused after I uttered them. But hypnosis is a fetish/fantasm of his, and so of course he'll react to any attempt at it. It scares him yet turns him on. I did use the trigger words a couple more times throughout the weekend. Last night, after going out, we had drunken sex. We were both very horny but he was having a bit of a hard time because of the alcohol. I whispered "red silk" in his ear. I think he got hornier. I'm not sure. This morning, he didn't remember that I had said that. At any rate, in the end we gave up on sex. We were both a little too enebriated to come ;) This morning we were sitting on the couch, he naked and I dressed (it was a little too chilly for me) and I looked at him, smiled and said the words. He got all flustered, saying that he feels strange when I use the trigger. Hmmm, interesting! We then jumped in the shower and I reached for his penis and started caressing him, thinking I'd make him come that way. But it turned into full blown shower sex. This time, his legs held on... It was short, but oh, so intense! I still feel a throb between my legs just thinking about it. So there you have it. A very sexy weekend indeed. As for our conclusion concerning the hypnosis? I think Boy Toy is suggestible enough that hypnosis would/did work on him. He reported feeling strange when I called him a good boy and when I said red silk, before I even told him these words were meaningful. I asked him for his final verdict of my little experiment and he is convinced it worked. He is quite scared of it and of what I'll do with it. And that's what remains to be seen... One thing is for sure, I would love to learn to do it myself. 

We had a not-really-Owner-Friday, yesterday. Not really, because I just sort of let things go as they would. I could have said, Boy, this night is mine. Or better yet, Boy, strip and put on that harness. But I don't know, I'm pretty spent on Friday nights. Plus I have a bit of a cold. As a matter of fact, I took a tylenol for cold earlier today and it's making me feel a little dizzy. So if my writing's fuzzy, please do forgive me. So, I was saying. Not-really-Owner-Friday. Well, as it turns out, our friends had other plans and we spent the night just he and I, which was nice. It gave me the perfect opportunity to test out a little something, and I must say, it's really, very interesting. Let me go back, here, to give you some background. A while ago, a very helpful gentleman named Robert left a comment on one of my posts suggesting that I try erotic hypnosis. When I expressed my interest, he was nice enough to provide me with some information and suggested I visit his friend's website, Lady Julia's Entranced Realms. I did a bit of reading on Lady Julia's site but was unable to find actual instructions on how I could hypnotize Boy Toy myself. Perhaps I wasn't looking in the right place. I know there is a site she links to, but I would have to become a member. I figured I'd try to learn a bit more before going there. Her site does provide several hypnosis MP3s and this week, I decided to look into those. I checked out her Red Silk recording (warning to men who might want to have it tried on them, I give out information you probably shouldn't read before trying this). The MP3 is a little over 15 minutes long and it contains the following:

• Breathing induction utilizing the temptation of submission.
• Deepener utilizing visualization of individual body parts.
• Visual deepener with submissive overtones.
• Suggestions of arousal and submissiveness.
• Countdown deepener with submissive overtones.
• Visualization of arousal and submission.
• Trigger for use by the subject's Mistress.
• Upcount waking sequence.

I listened to the whole thing, not wanting to expose Boy Toy to it without knowing exactly what I was getting him into. I had to fight sleep the whole time, it was a bit late at night and Lady Julia has such a relaxing, put me to sleep, voice. I mean this in a good way ;) Basically, the recording is a hypnosis session meant to give the subject feelings of submission and arousal. There is a trigger word, Red Silk, worked into the session so that the Mistress can later use it to bring forth these feelings. Ok, sounded benign enough to me, so I sent Boy Toy the direct link to the MP3, with orders to listen to it when he went to bed. The next day, he reported that he fell asleep while listening and woke up during the up count. His feeling was that it hadn't worked, because he fell asleep, but my opinion was that you are SUPPOSED to fall asleep! I told him to listen to it again when he went to bed that night, which he did. I had to do a lot of reassuring with Boy Toy throughout the whole thing. Hypnosis clearly is a big fantasy of his, and it scares him a little. He had these visions of finding himself doing whatever I wanted with just a little trigger word, and being unable to resist. He even dreamed about it a few times this week. That's Boy Toy for you: bring something up in conversation or something, and he's bound to dream a kinky dream about it. You gotta love a boy like him! Friday my boss wasn't there so I took advantage of this to log into MSN Messenger and chat some with Boy Toy. He felt nervous and a little more submissive than usual, he said. But then again, it could just be a phase he was in, as this does happen. Especially since he hadn't had an orgasm all week. Sometime during our chat, I told him he was a good boy. Lady Julia says "good boy" quite a few times during her recording, so I thought I'd use it, too. Well, Boy Toy reported feeling especially happy, as if I had rewarded him somehow. Cool! When he said he was feeling sleepy and decided to go for a nap, I told him to listen to the MP3 one more time. I didn't tell him anything about its contents, didn't mention anything about the "Good boy" bit, I just left it at that. I had plans for later that night... To be continued. :P

As mentioned in a post earlier this week, Boy Toy and I did a photoshoot this weekend. This was my second professional shoot with him. We did take zillions of pictures aside from these two sessions, but it's not the same. These are art. I was more or less happy with the first shoot. I'm very critical of myself and so I rarely like any picture of me. I'm not used to modeling either, which means I wasn't entirely comfortable. I've posted pictures from this shoot before, here and here. And although I like them in terms of a work of art, I'm a little "meh" about them. I think it's the lighting/coloring. Kinda cold. I'd probably feel differently if they were not pictures of me... This weekend's shoot, though, is a whole different story. I LOVE the pictures. Quite a rare feat! I felt more comfortable this time, more playful. The photos are much more warm and fun, and Boy Toy set up a lighting that gives so much depth to the images. The minute I saw them, I was so excited with the results I just wanted to show everyone and post them all here! But... But I can't really. Because this is a sex blog that deals with kink, D/s and other things that the sensitive souls consider wrong. Like it or not, no matter how liberated society has become in the last few decades, what my blog deals with is still somewhat taboo. Taboo enough that I want to remain anonymous. The anonymity does have it's upside, though. It means I don't feel too shy about writing the naughty details that make this blog a little taboo. It lets me tell you about all the dirty things I do to Boy Toy. And let's face it, we don't really want our friends and family to know EXACTLY what I do to him ;) Anyway, all this to say, I will use the pictures we took this weekend for my HNTs. But I'll have to cut my face out of them, even if it takes away part of the whole. Here's to anonymity.

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Boy Toy hasn't been having kinky dreams much, lately. I guess it would have to do with how busy he's been. He works hard, that boy. To be fair, I've been pretty busy too, and you may have noticed there hasn't been much kinky action going on either. *sigh* Sometimes I wanna get kinky just so Boy Toy starts dreaming again... Of course, with the dreams he has, I barely have to do anything! Here's his latest: You were making sort of tutorial videos for wannabe Dommes and using me as a subject. Someone was filming but I couldn't tell who, and at one point you show the camera my collar which I didn't know was there, and you say to the camera that you keep this on me at all times to mentally condition me and remind me I'm owned. You went on about how important the "never clothing" rule was and stuff. Then there's one little part where I'm kneeling, in an exposed postion, and you are telling them that it was natural now for me to do this since you had trained me and I was thinking to myself "Is this true? hurm... that's kinda fucked up, how come I wasn't aware of this... and will I forget that she did this and continue doing it for her wihout questioning it?" Then there is this part where you are talking to the camera person about the next scene, while I'm standing just behind you and you are holding a leash attached to my collar and I'm kinda just waiting there. Another part was about how popular your videos are, and you were making money off them. You said you had quite a lot of fans. The last part is you contemplating if you want our friend C to edit the videos you are making and I was trying to convince you not to, but I had this feeling that it wasn't my say. I was really nervous about the decision you were about to take. dats it!

After more than a year, Boy Toy and I still almost always shower together when I'm there. I absolutely have to wash before I can properly start my day, and we love to share this intimate moment. The shower is small, it's one of those shower only types with no bath, and ideally, there should only be one person in there. We have to take turns under the water. We've mastered this little choreography so well, it's become a tag-team affair. We start fairly innocently: after all, we're in there to wash, there's work to be done. But naked skin under running water... We're talking trouble. There's definitely something to be said about hot, steamy water and naked bodies.  Shower sex is a favorite of ours, despite how challenging it can be. I remember this one time in particular, but it could be dozens of other times. We're halfway through the shower, practically done washing, and I decide to experiment. I reach out and wrap one hand around his balls and penis. I mean, they're right there, how could I not touch them?  It's a firm grab. So firm, he can't pull back. I look him in the eye with a confident smirk, silently challenging him to pull free. "You're kinda fucked, no?" He blushes. I can tell he's getting aroused by both my touch, and his predicament. By this little demonstration of control. I hold on to him for quite a while. Just to show him. When I finally let go, he's quite hard. I trail my fingers up on his naked, wet, soapy skin, on his belly, past his nipples, until my hands are clasped behind his neck, and now on the tip of my toes, I kiss him. A demanding, passionate kiss. He reaches down, starts stroking my clit. I moan into the kiss and I reach down as well, to play with that which is mine. Now we're frantic, there's just not enough touching, feeling, rubbing, stroking, scratching... I turn around, my back to him. Have I mentioned that it's a small shower? I'm crushed in the corner, one arm up and against the wall, my forehead resting on that arm and the other hand flat against the other wall, so as to keep my balance. I have to stand on the tip of my toes and he has to crouch slightly. He's tall. But it doesn't matter, all we want is him inside of me. Once we're actually fucking, it doesn't last long at all, we're so worked up. He reaches around me and fingers my clitoris. I'm pinned in the corner, enjoying the sensations and not able to do much more than that... It's hot and steamy, wet slippery skin against wet slippery skin. When he comes, it pushes me over the edge and we climax together, grinding against each other with the force of our need. The intensity of it, coupled with the hot, hot steam, makes me feel dizzy. My legs are shaky, I'm barely able to stand anymore. Neither is he. We finish washing, rinse and get out of the shower. Now we can get on with our day.

When I last left you I was feeling a little blue, hormones and all, you know. I decided to cancel Owner Friday, since I just wasn't feeling up for it. This, and the last couple of Fridays before that, made me realize that I was going at it all wrong. Well, all wrong for me. The Owner Friday thing was a solution Boy Toy offered because I felt I had no control on what we did on weekends. It was so I could say: no, tonight, we're not hanging out with the gang, we're having some private time. But for some reason I went too far with it and it became somewhat of a burden, an obligation, like I had to decide not only what Boy Toy and I did on Friday nights, but also if our friends were coming over or not. I felt I had to find all kinds of cool, original ideas of things to do, every Friday. Well, feeling like you HAVE to come up with something kinky sure puts a damper on things. So, as I told Unspeakable Axe in response to his comment in my last post, I think that from now on, every Friday will not automatically be a Owner Friday. I will reserve the right to make any Friday I want into my time, and to tell our friends not to arrive too early, maybe. I'm not sure on the particulars, as I haven't discussed this with Boy Toy yet. At any rate, it might be wise to set a certain time limit for me to inform Boy Toy that I'm taking a Owner Friday, so that he knows to say no to our friends if they call. When I last left you, I also mentioned that I might give this Friday to Boy Toy. The truth is, I had already asked him what he'd do with it, if I made it a Boy Toy Friday. I thought that this would give him plenty of time to mull it over and even be eager for it. I was wrong. I don't know if he had time to come up with any idea or plan, but when I did offer, he didn't quite jump on the opportunity like I thought he would. He went so far as to change the subject! After a little while and still no answer from him, I started to suspect that he didn't want to "dominate" me but was afraid I'd be insulted or hurt if he refused my offer. I have no idea if my assumption was right (perhaps I'll ask him) but I decided to resolve this dilemma for him. I told him that the time was up, and the offer wasn't on the table anymore. He accepted that without complaint and we went on to have a great, relaxing evening just the two of us. If he had complained then I might have relented... But he didn't. And that's perfectly fine with me, too. Our friends didn't come over, this time, and neither of us felt like going out so we just stayed home. We had a beer and talked, which was intimate and lovely. In the end, we watched a movie and went to bed around 3 am and cuddled. No sex. In fact, we had no sex at all, all weekend, which is probably a first. The part of me that likes to worry about things tried to flag this one, but it didn't work... We had such a great weekend and he was so sweet, why in hell would I question it? Silly, silly me. Saturday was one of those productive and awesome days. We got a few things done, things that we had been meaning to do for a long time. That means I have new material for my HNTs. That's right, we finally got around to doing a photoshoot! I am SO pleased with the results that it's a shame I'll have to crop my face out of the pictures, for the sake of anonymitity. I rarely love pictures of myself right away, they sort of have to grow on me. These however, I loved immediately. Good job, Boy Toy! After the shoot, we cooked ourselves a delicious meal, took it easy for a bit, then our friends showed up for a night of fun and partying. Today... I wasn't feeling quite so well. Let's blame it on not enough sleep. ;) It doesn't matter, though, my spirits are high, my Boy Toy is the best and now I think I'm off to some well deserved rest.