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378. Two Million Thanks, Covid, and a $281 Venti Latte?? Where’s the Kink?

Yeah, I haven’t posted in six weeks. No reason other than just wasn’t in the mindset to post. Several notable things occurred in that time.

2 MILLION VIEWS

Look at me, look at me! Around February 4, I went over 2 million total views since inception of my blog in April 2016. I hit a million in Sep 2019.

I am in awe. It feels a bit weird. I never intended, and never thought, it would come to this. I went into this with no plan to post anything after my first dozen posts. Yet, here we are!

I think about blogs I follow and why. For the non-kink blogs, it’s less about their specific lifestyle and more about the way they write. Some people write in a way that beckons me into their thoughts or world. I follow blogs ranging from fitness, to fashion, to homemaking. And the “Day-in-the-life” blogs are not all kink related (but many are). Many are just musings of daily life from people that most would describe as “normal.” Well, normal compared to me. That’s not saying much!

While it does feel good and I felt proud enough to want to share it, NOT focusing on “followers” is something I like about the WordPress community. It seems people write because they are compelled to write, readers be damned. The joy in writing comes across in many blogs. I hope it does in mine. I like sharing the goings on in my life. It’s great self-therapy. And when I don’t feel like posting, like the last six weeks, then I don’t post.

Thank you for reading. I will continue to post whenever the urge to do so is there. That way I can continue to deliver only the finest quality posts worthy of your time and benefiting your mind. Such as only the best posts about orgasm denial you could ever hope to read. LOL!

Anyway, thank you. It does stroke the ego to know that there is enough perv in people to take interest in my life.

COVID HITS HOME

Covid hit home with our middle son, affectionally referred to as T2 on this blog, coming down with Covid. He lives in the San Diego area. I think I shared that before. After college he got a great job there. Anyway, he lives with his girlfriend and another roommate. Overall they were being cautious but, everyone seems to justify their own reasonable exceptions here and there. Not judging, it’s just human nature. Well anyway, their roommate took one too many exceptions and brought Covid home to all of them.

This just happened two weeks ago and they are still not 100%. Their roommate had mild symptoms, fever and aches, that lasted about three days. T2 had the same, except he lost the ability to taste and smell and it has not yet returned. They say it can take a long time for that to return. Unfortunately, T2’s girlfriend got it the worst. She had a fever for 10 straight days, all in the 102-103 range. Severe muscle aches as well where she couldn’t even stand without assistance. She had a little trouble breathing the first two nights, but self treated with inhalers and nebulizer. The hospital didn’t want her in unless her fever stayed over 103 and/or if she had significant trouble breathing.

She ended up with fluid in her lungs, but still, no hospitalization. They came to their apartment and performed on infusion called Bamlanivimab. She responded very well to that and the fever broke and she’s been feeling better every day, but still not 100%.

Both T2 and his girlfriend had their 25th birthdays in the last two weeks. Those are birthdays they’ll never forget. And let that be a cautionary tale for you 20-somethings out there. It can happen to you and it can be worse than just a regular virus.

Also, John and Donna both got Covid late last year. While their fevers and aches only lasted 3-4 days, John had respiratory issues that have not 100% resolved. He basically ended up with some lung damage that is not expected to be permanent but may take several more months to fully heal. He now uses an inhaler every day – something he never did before.

Our youngest has received his first vaccine shot and gets his second one tomorrow. He has always been our biggest worry because we know he might not survive it. I think I’ve shared before that he has been hospitalized with “routine” respiratory infections before.

This would be a good time to go on a political rant about Texas and our governors decision to lift all Covid-related restrictions so that businesses could make money for Spring Break. We have all sacrificed so much over the last year and the finish line is in sight. Now, because of failed leadership, more people won’t be crossing that finish line. Speaking of a lack of leadership. . .

TEXAS WINTER STORM

We were hit with a winter storm a few weeks back that was the worst Texas has ever seen. We were without power for a 15 hour stretch when temps were below 10 degrees AND after only having power about 5 minutes per hour the previous 4-5 hours. The house was already cold before the 15 hour stretch.

Our youngest was at the farm during this and it got scary for us because he has temperature regulation issues and they were without power longer than we were. While I could trust my eldest and his wife were doing everything to keep J warm, it just felt helpless not being the one to make sure he was getting what he needed. Thankfully, a fire place at the neighbors was sufficient to keep him warm – Covid protocols be damned.

While such a storm would have been a challenge for any power supply structure, we do have a point of comparison of how it COULD have been. El Paso had a few thousand residents without power for less than 30 minutes. The rest of the state experienced what I did, and even worse in some areas.

Why? Because El Paso did things no other area of Texas did to be better prepared (i.e., spent money to better winterize their power supply). Clearly, leadership matters. Just ask those families who lost loved ones due to freezing to death.

Just as in healthcare, a system based on supply-and-demand where there is zero incentive to produce any more supply above what is normally demanded, and to be allowed to price gouge anytime the demand exceeds supply, is a crappy system for electricity. The power companies raked in BILLIONS during the storm, and their political allies in Austin will be justly rewarded. Residents were stuck with massive electric bills.

I’ll try and limit my rant, but consider that nationally in America, the average cost per megawatt hour of electricity is $133. At certain points during the storm, the cost in Texas reached $9,000. Keep in mind it didn’t cost that much more to produce the power, but because the price is based on demand, since more people wanted it, the price was raised.

Let’s put that in perspective. You go to the store to buy milk that is usually $3 a gallon. At checkout they tell you, sorry, it was $3 when you walked in, but now it is $203. Oh, and your $200 total grocery bill? Sorry, that’s $13,530 now. Pay up!

More? That $1,500 rent. Nope, it is $102,500 this month. Your venti coffee? $281 please. And with electricity, you don’t have a choice, other than DIE! ALL THE WHILE it did not cost more to produce another megawatt of power. It is simply legalized price gouging courtesy of Qtrumplikkklans who run Texas.

While the Texas “leadership” is to blame for the degree of failure, to be honest, it isn’t just a problem created by the reichwing. Nationally our power system was built in the 50’s with a 50-year lifespan. Of course, it was built back when the top corporate and individual tax rates ranged from 70-90%, but that was communism and was oppressing everyone so it had to be stopped and replaced with trickle-down economics. And that’s what Texans got during the storm – a trickle of power from those in power.

WHERE’S THE KINK?

Prior to the storm we had been getting together with John and Donna again. Just hanging out as friends and of course, as friends with benefits. I won’t explain our rationale because honestly, it was faulty. Please don’t complain in the comments. We understand how stupid we were. We just reached our own tipping point and needed some normalcy and we all caved. I will note that we made sure that if J was coming home from the farm that we isolated for two weeks before having him home. But still, it was dumb for us to do what we did.

We came to our senses and have resumed our social distancing. As T2’s experience taught us, why get careless now? It would be offensive to our own sacrifices of the last year. Whatever our form of cabin fever, we can hold out another three months or so.

CONTRACT RENEGOTIATION

Our current Agreement expires March 17. “Negotiations” in full swing. More to come on my next post!

Thanks again for reading my blog!

NEXT: 379. It’s Domestic Discipline Contract Time

353. On this date, March 153, 2020

So yes, I am alive. I really want to blog, but while it is mostly because I am lacking inspiration, I’ve come to understand that I am also lacking confidence. I’ve discovered that all bloggers, or anyone who creates a presence online, whether YouTube, Twitter, or whatever, need to have a level of confidence to continue that presence. A confidence that what they say matters, even if only to themselves.

For years my motivation for blogging was driven by knowing what I had to write mattered to me. I needed to get my thoughts out, think through experiences in more detail, and reconcile my new found lifestyle with who I once was. I’ve done that. Simply, I am at peace with my lifestyle. It’s really more than that. I am ecstatic with my life, but I am no longer intrigued by my inner workings and desires, nor amused by certain things. I don’t want to make it sound like I am bored – I am not. It’s just that my daily life seems routine to me.

For instance. My day today? This entire week was “deep clean” week. I moved all the furniture in each room, cleaned the floors, wiped all the baseboards, and even did paint touch ups of the nicks and scratches. I wasn’t even spanked once!

Yes, I am just a typical suburban submissive wife in a plural/poly open/swinging marriage that dabbles in BDSM and shuns wearing clothes unless absolutely necessary. What’s interesting about that?

And this terrible new editor in WordPress makes posting a chore!

I reviewed my FIVE half-written posts and figured I could at least put together something of interest. My mind just can’t seem to concentrate long enough to complete a full post. I go back and look at my drafts and find them uninspiring, unflattering, or disconnected ramblings. Hey, who said that? Was that you? I definitely heard someone say, “Well, Jen, that about sums up all your posts!”

Sigh.

CIRCLE OF TRUST HIATUS
Here’s an update on our swinging within our Circle of Trust. Swingset has been closed, thanks to Covid. We haven’t been together with our friends since our blow-out Swing-fest just prior to Covid. That was almost three months ago, but it feels like three years.

CALENDAR “MARCHES” ON
I heard someone say that today isn’t July 31. It is March 153. That’s about right. Well, since March 1, all three of my kids had birthdays. They are now 31, 24, and 20. It shocks me that J is 20! Wow!

Mike and I celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary! Albeit with a moonlight walk around the park and nearby lake, and maybe a little “funny business” in the woods. (wink-wink, nudge-nudge).

Mike just celebrated his 52 birthday, and my 51st is coming up. I don’t feel like I am in my 50’s. I still feel like, maybe 38? Whatever that means. Although, my lady-part problems are screaming, “Hey bitch, you are 51 and then some.” Yeah, I’ve had a return of my prior issues and a hysterectomy is in my future. I am fine with that, it’s just a bad time to schedule it re Covid and all. I am putting it off, maybe early next year if the discomfort doesn’t get too great.

Both Mike and Kayla’s jobs are secure for now, despite Covid. Both their companies had furloughs but they were not impacted. Kayla’s position is a bit tenuous and depending on how things go she might end up out of a job at some point. Mike’s position seems pretty solid. They both continue to work from home.

In some ways it been nice for the three of us to fully focus on just us. J has spent most of this pandemic at T1’s and E’s farm. Early on we visited a few times, and he came home for two weeks or so at one point. But he’s been “country-fied” and was dying to get back to the farm. He’s probably safer there if he keeps to T1 and E, but it’s L and the neighbors that worry me (aka, “The Nudies”).

With three kids and two adults, which include two young adults who can’t seem to stay away from their girlfriends, I am concerned about safety. J’s compromised immune system would likely struggle with Covid. We’ve put measures in place and it seems like everyone is adhering to them. So far, so good, but that’s of little solace knowing what the stakes are if someone gets careless. It worries me and I check in a lot, especially with Mrs. Nudie to make sure her and her family are acting responsibly.

Oh, and as I posted about previously, since March 1, we also celebrated our five years since adopting Domestic Discipline. Oh – and my blog turned 4 years old! So forget the hellscape that is America as we hurl towards civil war to fight a fascist take-over attempt in November, it’s all about ME and my milestones.

Yeah. I think my lack of enthusiasm for posting has something to do with that. I digress.

DISCIPLINE
Yes, I am still subject to Mike’s authority and discipline. I wouldn’t want it any other way. A spanking here, a spanking there. All in accordance with our Contract, which by default means, by my wishes. There have been a few “just because I need one” requests that I have made. I’ve found a good paddling is a tremendous release and distraction from world events. For me, reminding myself that my fulfillment comes from focusing on Mike and focusing on the things that make me happy (which is a redundant statement), helps reduce the stress and anxiety of living with a fascist leader of the country whose daily decisions kill people and put my own family at risk. Yeah, a spanking can actually make those thoughts melt away. At least for awhile.

I’ve share our Orgasm Control experiment in my last post. I made it through all of June without an orgasm. In fact, it wasn’t until July 2, that I came! Let’s just say fireworks came a little early, and cum they did! Mike then gave me “free reign” over my orgasms for almost two weeks, before restricting them again. Since then, I’ve been allowed here and there. I guess I could be posting more about it because that IS something that still amuses me and I am trying to fully understand my reaction.

I don’t want to repeat my prior post about it. Suffice to say that it still has had a very interesting and surprising impact on me. I think in a good way, but definitely in “a” way. Still sorting through that one. Strange indeed. Who knew?

Well, there you have it. That’s what’s been going on with me lately!

NEXT: 354. A SPANKING STORY

351. Our FREE (Three ) time THANKS TO Covid

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I suspect everyone has learned and experienced something new since the arrival of COVID.   Like a lot of you, we have had to spend an extended amount of time together, and for us, that means a lot of “thruple” time, with little to no engaging with others.

Early on in the “lockdown” we were still going to my son’s farm a few times a week.  They are isolated and we felt safe interacting with them, plus I felt it was important to stay connected with J, my youngest,  who is basically living full time on the farm with T and his wife.

As time went on it became clear it wasn’t necessary for J to see us.  Yes, it was a bit of a hit to the mom-ego, but it is mixed emotions of pride in seeing my baby bird fly and sadness that such flight means distance from me.  Plus, the risks of interacting outweighed the benefits.  COVID is additionally concerning to us because of J’s underlying health issues.  Even a run-of-the-mill respiratory issue could send him to the hospital. So, as of about a month ago,we stopped going to the farm.

FOCUS ON US THREE!
And, of course, we haven’t been engaging with our friends or family, including our “Circle of Trust.”   We took (and continue to take) this Covid stuff seriously.   The result is a lot of extended and uninterrupted time for the three of us to focus on, well, . . . on the three of us!

It has been nice to go two months without any kinky-fuckery outside our marriage  (yes, I use the term marriage to include Kayla, legally recognized or not!).    All three of us are in agreement that our sexual activities with our friends, while extremely fun and fulfilling, were becoming a substitute for the three of us spending time together and connecting.   We’ve come to appreciate focusing more on just each other, sexually and non-sexually.

DATE NIGHTS
We still plan to “play” with our COT in the future, but we plan to not lose sight of the need for the three of us to focus on us.   We have long had designated “date nights.”  One night a week where Mike and Kayla go out, one night for me and Mike, and every other week a night for me and Kayla.   But the three of us going out together wasn’t a scheduled thing, and was becoming rare.  We plan to change that.  While there will still be one-on-one date nights, we will make sure there are regular one-on-one-on-one date nights as well!

Date nights have continued throughout COVID, but instead of attending events, dinner, movie, club, or whatever, the dates have been a drive and walk around the park (sometimes more than just a “walk” in the park wink-wink, nudge nudge).

We discovered that we all love these walks (with or without impromptu sexual acts).  It has been rewarding to simply walk hand in hand and do this strange thing called “talking.”   Sure, we’d talk over dinner in the past, but it isn’t the same type of intimate, reflective, and uninterrupted conversations you can have during a stroll in the park.  While we have a lot of meaningful conversations twice a week during Maintenance, the vibe is different.   Maintenance is more of a dutiful and structured thing.  Still extremely important, but not the same as the dialogue we have outside of Maintenance.

US VERSUS THE WORLD
I guess what I am trying to share is that we’ve been able to connect in a different way, a more meaningful way, over the last two months.   It isn’t like we were feeling disconnected pre-Covid.  We simply didn’t know what we were missing.

We feel even more connected, sort of an “us versus the world” mindset.   Not in an adversarial way, but a sense of a purposeful existence.    It’s as if the three of us feel like our purpose for existing is to complete each other, to be a part of each other, to be one “thing” composed of three people.   The rest of the world does nothing to add to this one “thing”  thus it is as if the rest of the world does not exist.  Maybe “us without the world” would be a better term than “versus” the world?   This mindset makes what we have felt all the more special, warm, loving, safe, secure, and meaningful.

The three of us talk about this feeling as we all sense it and connect to it.  HOWEVER — funny thing is, we also agree we can’t wait for it to be over!    We  feel that while it is amazing to feel so extra connected during these times, that ultimately we all need to engage the world around us, including the people in that world.   An indefinite “us without the world” would eventually make us feel isolated, alone, and yearning for interaction outside our pod of three.   We know that because it will soon be three months of that and we are already yearning!

We are still enjoying our “three’ time.   But we also look forward when that focus can be on how the three once again interact with the world around us.  And that interaction includes the mundane of just crowded streets, people we see at stores and the strangers who enrich our days with their antics.  Who would have thought those things held any importance in our lives?

Oh, and of course, we look forward to f**king  the friends within our COT.   Lol!

Okay, time to talk about something more lurid and erotic.  Next post will be something more sex-related, which, let’s be honest, is what you most want to read from me!