So not in the mood.

Compartmentalising the super secret, secret, semi public, almost public and very public life.

Some things are best left alone.

Not an easy task but very doable.

Funny thing happened last night. I was talking to RebelCrackHead and I decided to upload another photo that I took yesterday afternoon. Almost immediately, I got a comment. A deragatory comment. I should not be bothered by such comments but it just irked me. It irked me because as usual, the person that left the less than savoury comment did not have a single photo of himself posted here.
I wonder if he is as rude to people in real life and what kind of upbringing he had.
Yes, yes, he will not be the last of his kind but I just had to get this off my chest.

And yes, I like that BLOCK feature. I also want the IGNORE feature, please.

Some shite don't change but let's just move on...

Struggled with the fudging tripod, fixed the camera and a red light starts flashing. Stupid camera needs new batteries.

Panic mode.

Opened rolltop desk and 4 batteries magically made their appearance. Happiness.

Realised opening up a thing of batteries requires post graduate degree in Opening Stuff. I am not in posession of such a degree. Struggles again.

Lightbulb moment - a pair of scissors!

Managed to extricate batteries from packaging, inserted into camera only to realise it was done backwards. Doh!

Posed here and there, extricated SD card from camera, inserted into slot and.... my lappy DIED.

After starting all over with the lappy and scrutinised the photos that were in SD card since Spring of 2010, I found some pics I took early this year... and...

Yes, the lighting STILL suck.

BUT the pics are there. Go NOW.

Off to have a Campari orange juice and debate the damn Premium thing again because I am missing the DELETE button already.

My sexybeast RebelCrackHead is off to lunch in the city.

It is super cold and raining outside and there is nobody to play with at the moment.

So... I think I will go shower, shave and get out the tripod and camera. We will see what happens, won't we?

Dear Mother Nature,

I am tired of winter 3 months ago. Please take it away and not bring it back to my hood.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Lascivus

Every so often, I get SMS, IM and outright question via the ubiquitous communication device also known as the mobile phone: Did you take any new photos recently? Are you hiding them somewhere?

This morning, Rebel wanted me to send him something to look at when he gets off the train. I was dressed for the gym but could not bring myself to leave the house. It was (and still is) fucking cold - a steady 35F. I could not feel my toes although I was wearing my socks and shoes.

I took a photo of my smiling face and a photo of my pinned nipple and sent them off to his phone.

It took several shots (as you know, it is not easy taking a pic of yourself) and I finally got one that was passable.

I sent one to Rebel and one to my husband. My husband received it first and mentioned (yet again) that I used to take photos of myself but not anymore.

I am not sure exactly when I would be able to find the time and mood to set up my tripod and camera.

I spend much of my time travelling to the gym and back, not to mention errands and etc, I get so very knackered at the end of the day, all I can think of is have a drink, and plop myself on the sofa, watching mindless TV, talk to and watch my darling Rebel on my screen while simultaneously carry on conversations with my family.

I need a holiday but while I mull over where and when to go, I am going to make myself a Campari orange juice.

Today was one of those days – grey, dull, miserably cold and I was not motivated to get out of bed but of course, what is a girl to do mid-week? Yes, get out of bed against her will.
My darling RebelCrackHead called me first thing in the morning, as he usually does, waking me up, and by the sound of my “hello,” he would know that I was still in bed. (But of course, where else would I be at 7.30 in the morning?)
I was making the usual noises when I wake up in the morning, and he mentioned that he has not heard me come in a while. I told him that I come every day and that prompted a thought in his head. Rebel wanted me to text him each time I come like I sometimes do. I told him that I will and he decided that I could not come unless he gives me permission. I do not know what prompted me to agree but I did. A few hours later, I began to regret agreeing. There are those days when I keep going back to bed and make myself come several times throughout the day. Today is that day.
As usual, we were on the phone with each other as we conduct our day. I sometimes have to end our connection because my outgoing text messages would not go through or if Rebel is on the train or in meetings or at a job site.
Today, Rebel was on his way to a meeting when I got my wakeup call so we were not on the phone with each other for more than maybe 30 minutes cumulative, if that long.
I managed to do what I needed but did not want to do – household chores, shower and shave. I finally decided, after my shower, I needed to go back to bed, and of course, a few minutes later, my phone rang, it was Rebel. I immediately asked if I could come and he said to come now as he was almost at the subway station. Having just come, thinking about him less than 10 minutes ago, did not stop me from coming for him again. I debated telling him right before he boarded the train that I came right before he rang.
He got off the train not long after and I was dressed, ready to go to the shops for things I needed, and he wanted me to come for him right this second, or pull over somewhere, pull down my jeans, and come for him. I had a hard time pulling up my jeans and the only reason I even wore them today was the frigid weather. So I asked if I could come for him after I got home. He said, yes, but alas, as usual, my drive was a long one and he was out running so we chatted about nothing in particular, until he got home, and was getting ready to eat dinner, and go to yet another appointment. I was almost ready for dinner at this point as well, so we reluctantly parted ways again.
My darling Rebel sent me a text to let me know he was almost home, as he usually does, and after we chatted about this and that, I asked what happens if I told him that, I came without his knowledge. His reply was that I would be punished. I tried to wriggle my way out but it appeared, no dice.
I had to get my clothespins, pin my nipples, take a photo and MMS it to him.
Of course, he was watching me the entire time I was pinning my nipples and trying to get a decent photo to send it to him.
He then said he wanted to come for me and I try not to stop him. OK, yes, I did cause him much discomfort a few weeks ago when I aroused him to the point of no return and he had to beg me to come after perhaps 24 hours. I told him that he was being punished for something or other (I cannot recall because he always seek out ways to be punished) and his punishment was to not come under any circumstance, and he has to wear a red yarn around his cock at all times and he was not allowed to touch his cock. But anyway,
Because of my not complying to his no orgasm without his explicit permission, it caused him to come for me.
Win-win, if you ask me.

Lascivus always gets her way...

1. I have no idea how to link out any longer. I have no idea how to do voice greeting anymore either. Nor do I know how to post pics on this here blog. Some shite don't change. Doh!

2. Some people make me sad. So very sad. At the same time, I feel blessed. Some mistakes you don't need to make yourself. Learn from other people. It saves you a lot of grief, time and effort.

3. My darling sexybeast RebelCrackHead.... words fail me. Yes, shocking, I know.

Off to get some things off my chest that I may or may not share with y'alls.

I have been called many things in my life.

Appears, I am also an inspiration (to more than 1 person because well, of course I inspire RebelCrackHead) and an irony.

We talked of many things back in those days, my Italian friend who lusts after the girls in the train on his way to work and back. All the time perving my photos and reading my blog posts but not commenting.

Right now, I am smiling, thinking of sipping Campari, wearing nothing but La Perla knickers.

Gone back in time but keeping an eye out for the present and the future. :::::::::::::::::