Good afternoon lovelies,
As some of you know, I’ve been in for a rather tumultuous week, following the attempted burglary. While I can safely say that slowly but surely, the old me is returning, I am still a little bit fragile and sensitive.
A disclaimer, following on from yesterday’s post, I woke up not entirely against the idea of playing. It wasn’t sexual, but it was need. God damnit, it was need. I wasn’t going to and didn’t intend to act in any way that incites play, but then, well, sometimes I just don’t help myself. I think also, Penny Berry’s post following her interview with me earlier this year has kind of encouraged me to be bratty again. I blame you, Penny! Hehe.
Today, while I sorted out a few bits and pieces on my computer, Wolfie has been playing Prison Architect (thankyou for telling me, Steam!). He came over to tell me that his “prisoners” were complaining about the lack of heating him their cells, and the fact that he didn’t have any responsibility to make it too comfortable for them because, well, they’re prisoners.
“No well, I know how the prisoners feel” I muttered under my breath. It was a dangerous move, I knew it was a dangerous move, and I knew just how ‘comfortable’ I would be if I wasn’t careful. But then, this is me, and I like to live dangerously.
I’m a Smart-Assed Masochist, as he often calls me, or “Little Shit” for short. But then, if I wasn’t smart-assed, I wouldn’t be me. My sense of humour is just a large part of me, and I have no desire to ever change it.
Unfortunately, sometimes my naughty mouth gets the better of me.
“What did you say?” he growled.
“What?” I asked innocently.
“What..?”, he insisted.
“What?”, I grinned. This was so simple, too simple.
He sighed and walked off. I was difficult to deal with sometimes, but then, so he keeps telling me, he also likes it like that.
Today, we need to sort out storage in our bedroom and thin out our toy collection. After being a brat, it’s a very dangerous move for me. But then, I too also like it that way.