I’ve working really hard today. Not that you’d know it. In fact, ive properly got the hump. Post writing productivity has taken a beating… what with all the typing and deleting and typing and deleting. Oh, and did I mention typing and deleting?
However, aside from the three posts that fooled me into thinking they were good until I realised they were genuinely drivel, I’ve been busy. Busy procrastinating, yes. But also ticking off a list of jobs I hadn’t found the time for previously. What with Christmas, end-of-year admin, a holiday… Comments have been replied to, wrongly spam-filtered correspondence has received responses. Thanks to Molly, I’ve even managed to fix an error so you can all start leaving me comments (that I will reply to!)
After deleting the first shite-post I realised I probably needed an orgasm. It’s beens weeks since I last took some time out to prioritise my greedy cunt. Twenty minutes and four orgasms later I returned to my laptop. Words flowed like my girlie goo, but they weren’t right. Deleted! A spot of lunch and I was off, tip-tapping on my merry little way until I realised this post wasn’t just not right. It made no pigging sense! Once again my creativity had taken the hit, delete-delete-delete!!!
Sulky walk, school run, snack, I’d properly got the hump.
Hump…
Did somebody mention hump?
Well, it is the first Hump Day of 2024. I resolved to take a picture of my naked bottom, share as a jumping in point for my 2024 blogging. Seeing as the rest of my creative work today has hit a bum note.
No sooner had I taken the first picture of my lily white derriére than I understood what the problem is.
My brain has got the hump because my bum has no marks. In fact, it’s had not been marked since Twisted Boudoir at the end of September. (I shared the remnants in this post, but the bruising was epic!)Aside from walking into a chest of drawers, and banging my head on a shelf, that is the last time I felt the sweet sensation of pain.
More fool me, prioritising family and friends over sadomasochistic pursuits.
Going for more than three months without pain isn’t the end of the world usually. S would often be unavailable for that long, and he had control of my masochism. Set me tasks to indulge me on occasion, kept me safe from my thirst for hurts.
Generally I’ve been able to run regularly and far, scratch that maso-craving in a vanilla pursuit. This is not to be at the moment, an injury means I’ve had to step out of the running loop and so I’m itchy, antsy and a little bit needy for the bliss of an ouch!
Well then, now I’ve figured out my drop in writing productivity, I can get back to remembering about marks of the past, and day dreaming about future torture scenarios.
Happy Hump Day everyone.
From the story of how the barefoot sub became the woman she is today, to toy reviews, with a hefty dose of contemplation, a sprinkling of erotica and a LOT of nudity in between, you can be sure to find something to tickle your fancy at A Leap Of Faith.
That bum needs some sun on it.
This was taken shortly after a week in Lanzarote, it’s a different kind of heat this bum needs. 😉
That is a lovely hump. And I unfortunately am catching my productivity moment in the last two hours of work because I procrastinate!
Why thank you, I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it!
Hopefully the procrastination was a pleasant distraction.