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Masochism, Romance and Cheesy Buffalo Chicken Possibilities

August 17th, 2009

I’m not gonna post about Friday night.  I can’t remember most of it.  Bits and pieces have been coming back but I still can’t put it together in my mind.

I’m not sure what’s sadder.  That I can’t remember most of it or that I did most of it to myself and can’t remember it.

What I do remember still has me in a bit of shock.  I’m so much more of a masochist than I think even I realized.  That’s kind of interesting to know.

I still don’t think I’m going to post about Friday night.  And if I drop…  I don’t even want to think about that.  Drop + PMS = Hardcore suckage.

So we were walking along in WalMart yesterday and M put His arm around my shoulders.  Then He slid it down to my waist and we walked that way for a while.  And I was sort of… Thrown off.  Because its been a really long time since He’s done that.  We’re usually so pissed off at each other by the third aisle that we only speak to spit questions at each other.

I do not shop well.  At all.  I hate shopping. 

We walked down to Infants to grab our bread and chips and then, as we were headed toward the snack food aisle to get the ingredients for spaghetti sauce (They seriously jacked the store up, man.  No lie.), He leaned into my ear with His hand resting on the back of my neck and said (and I’m paraphrasing because there are bits I can’t repeat, but this is the basic gist) , “Do not let yourself come out of the place you’ve been the past few days.  You’ve shown you can behave.  There is no going back.”

Shivers ran up and down my spine.  And I was thrown off again.  It’s been a while since I’ve felt that.

Master’s back, you guys.  And I’m kind of scared.  But god damn does that man make me hot.

Saturday night He made me crawl around with the tail in my ass.  We played fetch with a really old broken vibe.  Like, does not work anymore at all, broken.  I’m not sure why I haven’t thrown it away.  Maybe because I always had Saturday night in mind.

I’m making this kick-ass sounding Buffalo chicken cheese dip for lunch today.  Master got cracked pepper Triscuits to put it on.  If it’s good, I’ll post a recipe here.  I’m betting it’s gonna be good.  There’s almost no way it can not be.

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