We have been going on what my husband calls our daily adventures. Yesterday's trip was to a town called Springerville.The terrain goes from pines to scrub pines to desert to high desert brown. For miles there is absolutely nothing to see but the ribbon of the road and nothingness. I always feel a little spooky when traveling through terrain like that. Must have been a past life and a fear of the unknown. Have experienced that same feeling when traveling through portions of Montana and South Dakota. The picture is the ruins of the Casa Malpais Prehistoric Indian Ruins dating back to 1250. The site was inhabited until about 1400. The town of Springerville was founded in 1870 and it is 42 miles from Show Low and 13 miles from the New Mexico border (enough history lesson for today). The drive there seemed much longer probably for the reasons mentioned above. When you experience the desolation of the surrounding area I wonder why anyone ever settled there in the first place. But I guess that could be said of any place initially.
Last night we had some adult fun. He began by plying the leather paddle on my backside and the flogger on the front side and backside and then we went on to other pleasures. We both slept extremely well. Imagine that.
This morning I dangled the lexan paddle in his face. He couldn't resist the invitation. After about ten swats, I've decided to put the lexan paddle up for sale. Is anyone interested?
Today was another adventure to the Apache Reservation. That's for another post. Until then see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.
It doesn't have any knots or beads at the end so it is not much of a sting, especially on my backside. But, this morning I was awakened by the sheet being pulled down and a gentle tapping on my mons He kept switching from my pussy to my breasts to my thighs and with each trip the intensity increased and before long I was fully awake and greeting the morning with a gushing orgasm. Oh what a fun way to wake up.