It’s Christmas morning, snow is falling outside my window, and my thoughts are as pure as ever:

No, really…he’s coming!

Thanks to Attu for the link.

Sarah at Submissive Reflections has some pertinent observations on relationships, wrapped up in an ironic anecdote. There’s more than this long quote, so read it all.

Christine’s husband, Dan, arrived and he kissed her and she fended him off, complaining about her makeup, he told her she looked beautiful and she told him not to be so silly. She complained about him being late and that everyone had had to wait for him, even though we were all still waiting on Mac. Dan mumbled an apology and stood off to his wife’s side like a chastised child.

Mac walked in a good ten minutes later, greeting everyone noisily and asking what they were waiting for. He put his hands on my waist, kissed my lips and told me I looked delicious. I grinned up at Him and said thankyou. I was wearing the dress He had suggested, a short black dress. I had added stockings, high heels and hadn’t bothered with panties. Mac knew without me having to tell Him. He boomed out an apology for being late and grabbed my hand and led everyone to the table. He made sure I was sitting beside Him.

I watched as Dan trailed along behind his wife and as she told him where to sit. Menus arrived and while everyone was reading Christine announced loudly to Dan that he had better not order anything to fattening, he had to watch his weight. She continued through the meal to make fun of Dan’s receding hair line, tell everyone he had not gotten the recent promotion that he had applied for which is why they couldn’t afford a new car and generally put him down every chance she got. I felt so sad for him but he didn’t react to it at all.

Mac was His usual boisterous self. He had the whole table in tears laughing at stories about Christmas at His parent’s house, keeping everyone entertained. His hand kept sneaking under the table and up my skirt to feel how wet I was, which of course only made me wetter. My hand kept sneaking under the table to feel how hard He was, which of course only made Him stay hard. He kept leaning into my ear to whisper wicked things about where He wanted His cock and I kept whispering back about what I would do to His cock when it was there. W/we were keeping each other close to the edge of orgasm.

After dinner I excused myself to go to the bathroom and Christine came with me. She was touching up her makeup when I went to wash my hands and she told me how lucky I was to have Mac, as He was so male. It was all I could do to bite my lip so I didn’t tell her that maybe Dan would be more male if she stopped treating him like a child. I just smiled and went back to the table and kissed Mac’s cheek.
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I wish I could say that Christine and Dan are the only couple I know like this, but they are not. I see it often enough for it to bother me. You don’t have to be submissive to show your partner respect. You don’t need to lower your eyes or be a sexual slave to accept the gift of their compliments graciously and show them that you care about them.

You could swap the genders (and discount Sarah’s submissive perspective, if it bothered you) and this would still be wisdom.

OK, in case any of you failed to notice, this is the second day in a row that’s longer than the one before it. The winter solstice is behind us, the sun has been freed from its cave, and we now have this to look forward to:

Here’s a link featuring video of an impossibly sweet partial striptease by a young lady for (presumably) her boyfriend. She addresses the camera at the end, warning him not to share. Alas, he appears not to have been worthy of her trust, or of her for that matter.

I’ll confess the link title and on-page caption (terming her a “dancing slut”) make me grumpy. There’s nothing slutty about her sweet gesture, and there’s no reason to think she’s one of these women (like several on my blogroll) who are knowingly laying claim to whatever positive connotations the word has for them. It’s an excellent piece of video with a crappy subtitle. Grrr.

A new (to me) blog called Japaneze (dead link removed) — full of kinky links and small observations, like this one:

Latex examination gloves – every bedroom should have a box. Sadly, some people have a latex allergy and so miss out on the pleasure of rolling on a glove, letting the latex grip your skin before rubbing vaseline on the fingers and probing into a deep dark and tight hole. You know, using latex sometimes just makes it easier for both partners.

Is your Christmas season shaping up to be merry and, er, gay? If so, you won’t want to miss this Christmas greeting from BJ’s Gay Porno Crazed Ramblings.