Holiday Greetings for all...Its been WAY TOO LONG!!

'Twas the night before Christmas, and God it was neat the kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat. The doors were all bolted, and the phone off the hook It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook. Momma in her teddy, and I in the nude. Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube. When out on the lawn there arose such a cry, that I lost my boner and poor momma went dry. Up to the window I sprang like an elf, tore back the shade while she played with herself. The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built, showed a broom up his ass, clean up to the hilt.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer with a fat little driver, half out of his sled, a sock in his ear, and a bra on his head. Sure as I'm speaking, he was as high as a kite. He yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right. Whoa Shithead, whoa Asshole, whoa Stupid, whoa Putz, either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts. Look out for the lamp post, and don't hit the tree, quit shaking the sleigh, 'cause I gotta go pee. They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub, just as Santa leaned out and threw up on my shrub. Then from the roof we heard such a clatter, as each little reindeer now emptied its bladder. I was donning my jacket to cover my ass, when down the chimney Santa came with a crash.

His suit was all smelly with perfume galore, he looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore. That was some brothel, he said with a smile, the reindeer are pooped, I'll just stay here awhile. He walked to the kitchen, himself poured a drink, then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink. I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee, the old boy was hung nearly down to his knee. Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack, but his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed. The first thing he found was a pair of false tits, the next was a handgun with a penis that spits. A box filled with condoms was Santa's next find, A six pair of panties, the edible kind. A bra without nipples, a penis extension, and several other things that I shouldn't even mention.

A cock ring, a G-string, and all types of oil, a dildo so long, it lay in a coil. This stuff ain't for kids, Mrs. Santa will shit, so I'll leave 'em here, and then I'll just split. He filled every stocking and then took his leave, with one tiny butt plug tucked under his sleeve. He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead, thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead. In time he was seated, took the reins of his hitch, take me home Rudolph, this night's been a bitch! The sleigh was near gone when we heard Santa shout, "The best thing about sex is that it never wears out!"
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2nd Post...

Ugh...As I have spent most of my time consuming and commenting on others post, I have neglected mine in the worst way. Not sure if it is because it is FAR easier for me to comment on other's lives, or the fact that in theory a blog SEEMED exciting until I actually go to put the figurative 'pen to the paper'. Releasing intimate details to strangers about my adventures with my submissive is intriguing to me...UNTIL I go to write them. Where to start? What to say ? How many details should I convey to a crowd of anonymous people. Questions I should,will, and have to disperse fear over. A Dominant male unable to take control over a stupid blog?? You are kidding me ,right?? I will begin to collect my thoughts in a more centered manner which will enable me to honestly share them to a crowd of other kinksters..I will do this soon...Bear with me..Thanks!!

1st post...

I am attempting to keep a journal of all of the exciting new things and jouney's of our newfound( 7 months) D/s relationship. I hope to gain insight from other's blogs, as I am continually looking for successful and meaningful ways to explore and continue our relationship. Excitement is sure to ensue...