tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61217922011-09-03T15:19:45.263+01:00Kneeling before Him...Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.comBlogger7611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-38617004828032058892011-04-22T08:41:00.004+01:002011-04-22T08:52:12.574+01:00

'It's just life, Sarah.' That is what Mac says when I complain that we have not had time to spend together. And life has been complicated of late. On top of physiotherapy (which I cut back to once a week so I could fit in massage therapy) and massage therapy, I have been going to the hospital for half a day four days a week to visit with my nephew who had knee operation and ended up with a staph

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I have started on a number of posts, then life has dragged me away and I have not gotten back to them. So here are the things I was going to post.First, Christmas. Yes, going back that far! Christmas day was awful. Well, not all of it. Mac, the kids and I had a really good, happy, busy morning, then my family arrived. My sister and I had not spoken for almost a year, because her husband feels

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About two weeks ago, completely out of the blue, while Mac and I were having a conversation online, my phone rang. It was Mac. He was talking to me online and ringing me at the same time. I answered the phone.'I just want to tell you that I love you.' He said. 'I need to tell you that I love you.''I love you too.' I said.'Good girl.' I could hear Him smiling. I smiled too.I took the phone to bed

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I had to have surgery again. I had to hold my foot completely immobile for 8 weeks after the last lot of surgery and scar tissue formed that stopped the joint from being able to move properly. When the surgeon went in, I also had an overgrowth of bone that had to be removed. It hurts. It hurts like the injury is brand new and I am back on crutches again, though it should only be 10 days this time

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Mac doesn't like it when I am on top. Or, at least, when I am on top, Mac holds my hips and thrusts up into me, so He is still in control. I pointed that out to Him one day and He was surprised by that. He had never thought about it. He had just done it, but once I did point it out to Him, He did give it some thought and He admitted it was true. No matter what else is going on, in the bedroom,

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I am so stressed. I have been sick, a cold, which I have unfortunately passed on to the little man. Nicholas has spent the last two nights coughing and not sleeping, which means I have not slept either. Mac is away and I am exhausted, but life doesn’t stop, Sarah Jane doesn't stop, Mac can’t stop, just because I am sick. Nicholas needs me constantly. I need sleep! I know it will pass. My cough

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I found that misunderstandings kept happening between Mac and I. Not big deals, just little things that left us both feeling a little titchy with each other. As the titchiness set in the misunderstandings kept coming which meant the titch took up permanant residence and I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all. I hated feeling that grating edge between us.So I decided to go back to the basics.

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It is funny how two people can be a part of the same conversation and hear two completely different things.I read an article a few years ago that I recall at times like that. It says that we are all the own little gods of our thoughts and that no one hears us exactly the way we mean them too. The things we say and the things we hear are all filtered through our life experiences, our own values

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Mac and I have had a very special week. It was one of those beautiful times where we had time to fall head over heels in love with each other again. Everything just fell into place and gave us time to devote to each other. It was so easy. It was simple and comfortable and still warm, like we had never left it behind. We couldn't get enough of each other, couldn't be close enough to each other,

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Poiuy asked how I felt about being used by Mac. I had to take a moment to think about it. It's not that I don't like being used. I am quite proud of the fact that Mac knows He can wake me at any time without fuss or need for a production and just get Himself off. I like that He knows I am available to Him. It does make me happy.It's just that there are times that I want more than to have a quick

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I am still having computer problems even though I have had it fixed once. I am thinking that it may be time to format and start again. I am so damn frustrated with it and I just don't have time to sit down at it while it is playing up.So instead of writing, I have been crocheting when the children are sleeping. It keeps my hands and my mind busy and stops me from from feeling brain dead. I paint

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I sent an email to Mac while He was at work. It was after we had sex in the morning and it was meant to let Him know I was thinking about Him. I wanted Him to know that I couldn't get close enough to Him. Even if He had still been at home, I would not have been able to get close enough to Him. This is what I wrote...Mmmm, I am imagining Your cock buried deep in my cunt, inside my cunt, balls deep

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It has been a very normal couple of weeks here at the McBroden's house. We wake, we eat, we play, we work, we love and we sleep. Mac has been overseas to a number of different countries and come home to us again. There has been no drama, no stress and no intensity. We have been completely average.It is kind of disappointing really, but I guess that is the way life goes. We ebb and flow. When we

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Remember a while back I mentioned that Mac was taking me away for the first weekend in May? Well, we are home from it now. It was exactly what we both needed. It was two days of sexual indulgence, submitting, and love. Lots and lots of loving. We really honestly did nothing that involved the area we were in. We didn't go walking, we didn't see the sights, we just stayed together and gave each

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I managed to break my computer. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be. First I followed the instructions on the new anti-virus, and I couldn't use the computer for two weeks until I my IT fixed it by removing a program from the old anti-virus that refused to be removed (same brand as the new one). So that was great. It was working fine, as long as I didn't use Microsoft office. Using

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Mac and I lost interest in sex. It wasn't His fault. It wasn't my fault. It was just...life. He got busy at work. I had two unhappy babies with head colds who had trouble sleeping, which means I had trouble sleeping. Every night we were climbing into bed exhausted. It was taking real effort to talk to each other and when I had time, He didn't. Also I have found that the less sex we have, the

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It's not all sex and compliments around here. I told Mac yesterday that all work and no play make Him a dull boy. It didn't go down exactly as I meant it too. I meant dull as in tired and listless, leading to illness. He thought I meant He was getting boring. It made for a minute of misunderstanding before we were back on track again. I think He only took it that way because He was tired from

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She moved down the bed carefully. He was sleeping soundly and she didn't want to wake him. Not yet, anyway. She stopped at his waist, pulling the sheet off him slowly. He slept deliciously naked, something that made him seem both sexy and vulnerable. There was enough moonlight through the window for her to see his cock resting limply on his bollocks. It looked small, helpless, harmless and she

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When I had left Him breathless with orgasm, He said "After nearly 9 years together, you are still by far the most sensational woman I can imagine in bed. And light years ahead of anyone else I have heard of or imagined, leave alone actually had."And the Man says He is not a romantic.I cannot think of anything I would rather hear.

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I have learnt that to get through this life successfully, you have to be willing to be flexible. Nothing works out the way it is expected to and you will do much better, it will be much easier, if you can just accept that and go with the flow. My accident was one of those unplanned things that has completely changed our lives. Every day spent with the children (which pretty much is every day)

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I am in trouble. (Hangs head.) I have been a bad girl. (Hides behind hair.) I was told that I was overdoing it, but I didn't listen and I didn't stop and now my ankle is inflamed. I have to keep it up, keep it iced, and let it rest for a few days. I didn't mean to overdo it. I meant to rest. But there was just lots of little things that I thought would be ok. I mean, it doesn't hurt to just go

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On Christmas Eve my foot swelled up like a balloon. It was so sore I was wincing with every step and even though I had helpers, I just couldn't keep myself sitting down. I had things to do and I am stubborn about asking for help when I should. I could have stayed in the seat and asked others to bring things to me, but instead, if I needed a knife, I got up, hobbled to the drawer and got it, then

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I don't have a lot of time. Santa Clause comes tonight and there is a heck of a lot of baking to do before he gets here!I hope everyone has a day full of laughter and love. Merry Christmas from Mac, Sarah Jane, Nicholas and me!

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I am not even going to pretend that I will be writing more often now. With my life divided between children, Mac and healing, I just don't have the time I used to have. My foot is getting better, but because it has been a long term injury, I have pain across the front of the foot when I walk. The physiotherapist and the surgeon both think that because the bones are weak from lack of use, there

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Things in the McBroden household are still up and down. Mac is still having a rough time at work and we have to remind ourselves to find ourselves again. I find that I take on His stress and the more stressed I get, the more I withdraw from my submission when really, when Mac and I are stressed is when we both need it the most. Yes! I said Mac needs it. He does sometimes. He needs me to be

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I have had the second operation and all is apparently well with my injury. After 8 weeks of non weight baring the muscles have wasted and I am suffering from what they call plaster disease. (Weakened bones, muscles, tightened tendons and ligaments.) I am currently learning to walk, for the third time in my life.I don't think I have told you this, but I had some bad luck as a child. I have been

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I think we have turned a corner. I think we may have found each other again. It has been a really rough few weeks on us both, but I think we might have made it through.We had a false start so I am a little wary of this change but Mac seems to be more relaxed this time. Last week, on Sunday night, Mac said we should draw a line under the previous week and just start again. I agreed that it would

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I would love to tell you all that it worked, that Mac and I managed to stay close while He was away and we haven't had that separation period when He came back, but it didn't. We had a fight while He was gone. It was a stupid thing, over a stupid thing I wrote in an email, a joke, I thought. Mac took it as a complaint and being tired from a night long flight and working without a break He snapped

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Mac asked me how I could keep myself entertained thinking about kissing. I think He underestimates just how many different ways He kisses me.Sometimes, when He kisses me it is a simple little kiss. His lips meet mine and He pulls away, nothing more than a peck, a quick hello, a quick goodbye, a quick 'I love that you are here'. That type of kiss that makes me feel welcome, makes me feel happy,

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I am sorry. I know I have been gone a long time again. I had some minor surgery on my foot. It would not be a big deal, except I can't put any weight on it at all so I am feeling a little trapped right now. I have to hop on crutches even moving about the house. It is easier not to move much. I have been this way for 4 weeks now. I have 4 more to go. Then I start physiotherapy. Yay.Mac has been

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I am sorry that I haven't written for a while. Mac has been keeping me busy with submission. We found a way to fit it in around the children, remembering that it is an important part of us. We came upon this memory in a roundabout way, starting with Mac receiving an email from an ex-girlfriend whom apparently wanted to unburden herself about their previous relationship. (Yeah right. That is why

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Mac is home safe and there is a slight distance between us. Mac says He feels it too but it is ok, He can wait me out, because I always come back to Him. I am not quite sure it is just me. I feel distance from Him too, but I am never sure if it is a reaction to how I am acting, or if I am reacting to Him. It can quickly spiral like that. The trick is to stop it, to stop reacting and start loving

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"Sarah!""Mmmhmmm?""Fuck.""Mmmhmmm.""Christ. I love it when you do that. Do it again.""Mmmmm.""Fuck. FUCK."I shifted a little. My knees were a little uncomfortable. Mac was sitting on the couch, His bottom on the edge of the couch, His cock and balls over the edge. I did it again."FUCKING CHRIST SARAH. You are a fucking sexy bitch."I giggled and looked up at Him.I lifted my breasts in my hands

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I keep having this dream, well, a day dream, a fantasy, which has ended up in my dreams. Sometimes I feel so vulnerable, so unprepared for the things life throws at me that I want to retreat into submissiveness, I want to use it to shield me from things. I can't of course. I have to face the world like every grown up living in the world. I have to stand up to it, smack it when it needs smacking,

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The other day Mac and I were in bed together, talking about making out. He was asking me about high school and if I had ever tossed anyone off during school hours and I told Him that I had not, that during school time we were restricted to making out in the basement with other couples around. He asked what I meant when I said making out. I said it was high school making out, kissing with tongue,

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We have come through a sexless period. Why? I think it was a combination of getting back to reality and a little bit of holiday blues. Mac was so busy with work that we hardly had time to talk, let alone be sexual and I got sad due to other things going on and suddenly we turned around and the intimacy and sex was gone. It is funny how it does that, how if we are not feeding the intimacy and lust

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I was sitting in the car yesterday, in the passenger seat while Mac was driving. We were coming home from lunch. He had taken me out because he wanted some time to talk grown up stuff without little interruptions. He wanted time to talk to me because I have been a little sad of late. It's not because of any major reason. There have just been some little things bringing me down. So we had talked

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I went away overnight. I stayed with a girlfriend, for a girl's night, as she is getting married next weekend. A group of us had a stay in girl's night, watched some movies, had some fancy drinks, ate some fancy food and did some teenage type sleep over things. It was great fun, different, but it was the night that the bride-to-be wanted it to be. She isn't the type to want to party hard.But I

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We are back! We are all holidayed out. Isn't it amazing how tiring holidays can be? I am not sure how Mac can handle being back at work today. I need at least another day's rest to get over the holiday, but of course, Sarah Jane and Nicholas have had other plans for me. They only get tired when they want to be tired and not a second before!It was lovely, sleeping in, afternoon naps, swimming! (I

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We leave tomorrow morning. I can hardly wait, though the packing is not proving to be fun. Why is it the littlest of us needs the biggest suitcase? Mac is happy with some t-tshirts, some shorts, and a pair of track pants in case it gets cold. I need a few more clothes, a dress for going out, a few skirts, some tops, some swimwear and a few pair of shoes. Sarah Jane needs more clothes again,

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One day while Mac was home and I was dressing, I grabbed a pair of panties out of the drawer and pulled them on. They were the type of panties Mac likes on me, skimpy, lacy and the type of panties I like to wear, stretchy and comfortable. The trouble with stretchy lace panties is that the lace weakens over time and this time was the last time I would pull this particular pair on as my thumb went

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So He came home, but only for a few days before He had to leave again! He isn't really enjoying this job right now, but with the times as they are, there isn't much chance to move on, so He has to keep leaving us for now. One more week and then He will be home for a few months. We are taking some time to go away just after Easter, a couple of weeks of swimming, reading, napping and playing with

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I miss Him. It's just a few days, but I miss Him. I wake up in the morning and I feel less rested because He is not there. Before He left, we both felt very close to each other. "Never been closer, have we?" He said. I agreed. And since He has been away, since He kissed me goodbye, then came back and kissed me again, we have continued to be so close. I get excited when He calls. I get to talk to

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A few weeks ago, I found a dogging website. I was surprised when I read about it. I didn't know.Dogging has nothing to do with dogs. Apparently dogging is going to a place, a public place, a well known place, often advertised on the internet, to have very public sex. They are usually car parks, near public parks, so somewhat secluded. Couples park there, and have sex with each other while other

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I write out the dark stuff. I write it out, clean it up, read it. If I like it enough, if I am comfortable enough, I send it to Mac to read. He decides what to do with it. I guess it is kind of good for me like that. I tell Him and then what happens with it is out of my hands. I say that I guess that is a good thing for me, because sometimes Mac will use it against me and sometimes that is really

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I have been writing. I have been writing a lot. I have 12 pages written of a story which I am not sure is any good, but it is just spilling out of me so I just keep writing. I haven't stopped to read it yet. I can never get distance from something I am writing while I am writing it. Once it is done, I need to leave it for a few days so I can see it objectively. And then I have to get Mac to read

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Mac called on Saturday morning. He went away Thursday evening and He isn't back yet. He should be here any time now. I know He is on His way. But on Saturday morning while He was in another country, on another continent, He called me, because He missed me and because He knew I would be missing Him.It started out as a good conversation, a loving conversation, a sexy conversation. We talked about

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"You will do it." He said. "I told you that I want you to do it, and that is all you need to know."She looked up at him from her submissive position. She was naked, vulnerable, on her knees with no way to protect herself, but she had decided she wouldn't give in. This time she knew she wouldn't give in. He couldn't make her do something she really didn't want to do."No." she said, clearly and

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Some stuff!I know some people were disappointed in the last part of Angel. I am ok with that. You cannot please everyone all of the time. Heck, I can't even please Mac all of the time! I do try though, so that counts. I like writing Angel. Mac likes me writing Angel. Whenever I send him a part of it, which is less frequently than I would like it to be, He calls me Angel for the next few days. I

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Well it has been approved by Mac so here it is. Please understand I have less time than I would like to work on these things now, so if it is a little unpolished, it was still written with feeling. I feel that Angel has to make a decision soon.If you want to know where to find the pieces of Angel so far, they are here:Part 1 is here.Part 2 is here.Part 3 starts here and finishes here.Part 4 is

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Mac has been having a rough time at work and it has shaken me in ways I did not expect. I mean, we have been through this before. You think I would get used to it, but to see Him so tired and frustrated and not to be able to do anything about it is driving me insane. He tells me not to worry about Him, that I have enough to do without taking on His work issues, but I can't help thinking that we

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It has been a rough week. Mac has been busy. Sarah Jane and Nicholas both have runny noses and are not getting much sleep, so I have not had much sleep. Things have been misunderstood, misconstrued, missed. Mistakes have been made with little time to make things right.So one night when the babies were both snuggled up in their beds and both sleeping a little easier Mac told me to come with Him to

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We were changing the sheets after a particularly messy bout of sex where we had both come more than once and I could feel what spunk Mac had left inside me trickling down my thigh. Most of it was on the sheets though, hence the middle of the night sheet change. I had thrown on the shirt Mac had taken off and He was in a pair of track pants He keeps beside the bed for such emergencies and for when

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So Christmas is done and the New Year is here. All in all it was a good Christmas, tiring but good. I am shocked once again at my family's ability to be nasty to each other. My mother got so bad at one point that I just told her that if she was going to be like that, she could go home. It's not that I don't love her, I do. And it is not that she doesn't love us, she does. It is just that lately

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Not much time. Plenty of cooking to do. Just wanted to stop by and wish everyone kindness and happiness in my favourite holiday season.So from Mac, me, Sarah Jane and NicholasMERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

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Mac said no. Which is quite disconcerting. I mean, it is not unusual for Mac to say no, except to sex. And this time it is to sex. To cock throbbing, ball filling, throat thickening sex.I offered the sex. In fact, I used it to seduce him. I offered Him that little thing, that one little thing that hurts me. I insisted upon it. I got Him all hot and hard by rubbing up against Him and then I

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We made a mistake and we both got hurt. It happened so fast. We were both so caught up in what was going on that for a moment, we lost focus. That was all it took.We were having sex, fucking really, a heavy, lustful, dirty sort of fucking. Mac was saying awful horrible things to me and asking if I wanted them and I was telling Him that I wanted them as much as He did. We were both so full of lust

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Lately I know what I want to say, yet I have a lot of trouble expressing it. I am blaming it on the medication. It makes me drowsy and it is much harder to concentrate. It is almost like there is a wall between my mind and my fingers, or even my mind and my mouth. I am having trouble expressing myself with Mac too. I can't even begin to count the number of misunderstandings that have happened

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"Get on your fucking knees." Mac said.I stopped talking and I looked at Him to see if He was serious. He had not spoken to me like that in a while."Don't make me fucking repeat myself. You won't like what comes after that."He meant it. I knew He meant it and yet a part of me felt like rebelling. I had been in the middle of telling Him why I felt so overwhelmed when He had interrupted me by

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I suffered from a huge overdose of the book series I am reading after I finished the second book. I decided not to go on to the third book straight away. I intended to take a break and read something else instead. We were at the dinner table, Mac, my niece, Sarah Jane and me when it came up as a topic of discussion. My niece, who is here a lot now days because we pay her to be, was incredulous

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I had a bit of a medical issue yesterday. Not a huge one, but enough of one to put a scare into us. The doctor changed a medication that I was taking as the one I had been on was not as effective as we would have liked.I had a bad reaction to the new medication. It was in patch form, delivered very slowly through the skin, so the mild discomfort I felt at 9am was full blown illness by 2pm. I rang

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Last night I was lying on my back, naked, next to Mac who was also naked. I was telling Him about the book that I had just finished. I knew He wouldn't read it but I had been so absorbed by the characters that I wasn't ready to let them go. I wanted to share them with someone and He was naked in bed so He couldn’t escape.He was lying on His side, His head resting on His elbow and He was stroking

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Sometimes, just to keep Mac interested, I will wear panties to bed.This keeps Him interested because Mac likes to touch me when we are in bed. He likes to touch me all over while He is going to sleep. His hand will seek out the softest parts of my skin, beneath my breasts, the inside of my arm, where my leg becomes my groin, and He will stroke that part of me idly. I think it empties His mind and

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Some bits and pieces.The Angel Story.I just want to remind people that the Angel story actually started off as just a short story. Mac wanted more, people here wanted more and it became more. Because of this, I have no story plan. I write the parts as they come to me with no clue as to what will happen when I get to the end. I did receive an idea from a ready who suggested that I kill off Angel's

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AT LAST!For all you very very patient people, here is... wait for it... drumroll...PART 6 OF ANGEL!I hope you enjoy it. For those who want a refresher before going on to the new bit, the parts are on the links below.Part 1 is here.Part 2 is here.Part 3 starts here and finishes here.Part 4 is here.Part 5 starts here and finishes hereAnd now for Part 6!She hurt when she woke the next day. Her body

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Recently our sex has been... demanding. The bruises on my breasts are just starting to fade. He used the brush. I hate the brush. It doesn't take much effort for it to hurt and mark. It is vicious. I have tried hiding it, but I need it to brush my hair before bed and I forget to hide it again. He is mean with it, using it to quickly reduce me to tears and make Him rock hard. He comes harder when

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We have been quite wicked of late, Mac and me. One day while the children were sleeping and I had a little time on my hands, I wrote Mac a little scenario and emailed it too Him. It was not really anything too unusual, it wasn't overly revealing or dangerous, it was just a little flirt, a slight nudge, a Sarah way of saying that maybe sex between us has been a little bit unimaginative between us

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We have just come through what has been a difficult week. Mac was busy with work and my emotions were all over the place. One minute I was laughing, the next I would be in tears, over nothing in particular, just silly things. I warned Mac that I might not be doing well when I cried at an advertisement on television. I was taking everything on board.He tried very hard to smile it off when I lost

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What I did mean by last feed for the night, was the last feed before I get into bed. I feed Nicholas and do my best to get to bed pretty soon afterwards, or I find that just as I am falling off to sleep, darling little Nicholas is waking up for another feed. Seriously, those few hours between feeds go so fast that if I don't get the sleep when I can, I miss out on it completely. Not only is

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These last few weeks I have finished off my day in Mac's home office. I sneak in there once Nicholas has had his last feed for the night and Sarah Jane is already in bed. Mac is always working when I come in, but He will push His chair back and pat His lap and let me climb into it. I do so, curling up and kissing Him all in the one move.It is nice, this peaceful time with Him. Sometimes we just

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We are all doing fine here at the McBroden residence. Young Master Nicholas and Miss Sarah Jane are doing their absolute best to make sure I do not have a moment to myself. Nicholas has just started to settle down from his three hourly feeding routine into something more humane, sometimes going four or five hours before waking me.He is so cute when he is fed. He is like a little over stuffed

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We didn't wait six weeks after Sarah Jane was born to have sex. We didn't wait that long this time either, though due to complications that kept me in hospital for longer than I should have been there, we did wait longer this time. I know Mac would have kept waiting if I wasn't ready, but, I was ready and He was gentle and it was good. It didn't hurt at all and I didn't expect it to. After a

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We would like to thank everyone for the lovely thoughts and well wishes for us and our little Nicholas. Other than his mother suffering from a severe lack of sleep, he is doing just fine.Mac and I have finally, finally been able to have sex, real sex, with His cock inside my cunt. It was delicious and god, an almost forgotten feeling having Him inside me. It felt strange, new, unbelievably good,

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I am sorry that I have been quiet for so long, but I had good reason.Mac, Sarah Jane and I would like to announce that there is a new member to our little family.AndIt's a BOY!A perfect little boy, all his fingers and toes in the right places.6 pound 1 ounce46cm longHis name is Nicholas Alexander McBroden. Nicholas for Tzar Nicholas. Alexander, for Alexander the Great. Regal names. Names of

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Ok, the ankle tying thing. I thought I had mentioned it before, but perhaps not. Every night when we get into bed, Mac ties one of my ankles, just one, to one leg of the bed. He uses a nice soft rope we found at the hardware store. It is a decent length of rope so I can climb out of bed and stand up with no problem. I can move around the bed pretty freely too, and it is a simple knot, one I can

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Some things I have been recently asked and have meant to get around to answering.Yes, the bump is due soon. Anytime now in fact. We had a bit of trouble with me going into a couple of early labours, but I have been assured that the risk is low now and any labour that started now would lead to a caesarean section birth. If one doesn't occur, I am due for a planned caesarean within the next three

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On Friday I was called a slut. There were other things happening at the time of course, but this is the part of it that I want to address. It wasn't from Mac, that would be a different story. When Mac calls me His slut, it is done with love and what He means by it is that I would do anything for Him and with Him. It is never meant to degrade or make me feel less than Him.But on Friday when I was

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"You know what I miss?" He asked as we climbed into bed."My flat tummy?" I guessed while staring at the huge swelling remorsefully. Some days I feel like I am going to pop."Nah." He said. "I think your belly is beautiful."I smiled. "What do You miss?" I asked."I miss you ovulating."I blinked. Never would I have guessed that it would be that."Are You horny, Babe?" I asked."No! Well, yes, but that

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Sometimes, even when we think we have talked something out,we both hold things back and that leads to trouble.Mac came home last thursday and told me he had gotten a call from a friend. Some of 'the guys' were going to a cabin for some 'fishing' for the weekend. (None of them own fishing gear. They really go to play poker and drink a lot of alcohol.) It was late notice, but that is the way they

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Some things:I have been sick with the flu for two weeks. It sucks big time. I was feeling much better last weekend then it somehow freshened up and the same symptoms happened all over again. Mostly I have been lying around doing nothing while my mum has done all the house work. I have been so tired. I have read so many books. I have napped with Sarah Jane who has not caught it. I have slept in

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He was already in the bedroom when I came in from brushing my teeth. He had the pillows arranged on the bed just so. I looked at Him, knowing what He wanted and I was not surprised to see that His cock was already hard. He patted the pillows."On your hands and knees, girl." He said.I smiled at Him and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself with the pillows to support me and my hugely swollen

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He said... "You are a sweet, fragile, beautiful soul, and I am glad you were given to me to take care of."She fell in love with Him again.

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I wrote Mac an email this morning. I wrote it because before He left for work, we had sex. It wasn't just ordinary sex. It was mean, vicious, but bump safe sex, emotionally draining sex more than physically taxing. And then He had been late and in a hurry to get out, to try and make it in time for work.I was thinking about Him, and us and what I was feeling and I thought that I should tell Him

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I was about to write something artistic and airy here, something that tried to convey the deep satisfaction I feel from a simple action in as few words as possible when I read the comments on the last post and realised that it would just be meaningless gumph written in a feeble attempt to satisfy the readers here, which, despite what some people think, is not the purpose of my blog. Yes I can

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"Please?" I begged. "Please, don't."His hand was holding my neck, my throat. Not pressing on it, just holding me back against Him while His other hand had slide between my swollen belly and my legs to slide along the lips of my vagina. I was wet, slick from sex already had and from the promise of more to come.'Don't what?" He hissed in my ear. "What is it don't want me to do, slut?""Stop.' I

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Mac is home.I know, you are all going 'what?' and that's ok because I still feel the same way and I have had him here for three days now.I also know that many of you are thinking 'well see, she didn't go with him and it all worked out for the best because he came home!' But Mac has made it quite clear, very clear, that had Sarah Jane and I been with Him at the first job He would have stayed there

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So I am back. I meant to write before I left to tell you all that I was going away, but I didn't get around to it and then there wasn't time. I am sorry.Sarah Jane and I went away with a friend of mine and her new little one and the little one's nanny. I was pleasantly surprised that the nanny was a wonderful thing to have around, and while I am not running out to hire one, I will consider it

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A love letter written to my Husband."Open your legs." He said. Matter of factly. Like he knew he would be obeyed.Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the arm of the chair tightly. Her fingernails started to scream in protest. This was not going as she planned it. It was not going well at all."Do you really think that is appropriate right now?" She asked and to her horror she discovered that her

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This is hard. Very hard. I feel as though I have let you all down. For years now I have been letting you all in on things that were going on in my life and this time I have shut you all out. Instead of writing, I have been looking for my answers elsewhere because I didn't want to look inside myself. I guess a part of me believed Mac would miss us so much that He would come home and I wouldn't

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-57278148381047938622008-01-30T05:45:00.000Z2008-01-30T05:46:57.345Z

I guess I have kept everyone waiting long enough. I didn't mean to worry anyone. It's just that, I was not ready to hear other people's opinions on what I should do. I needed o make up my own mind. Thing is, I can't. It's just too hard right now. So for now, I am staying here while Mac is gone, not permanently gone, but gone to work overseas for a while.A part of me believes that I should be with

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-71065734709402556972008-01-19T12:50:00.000Z2008-01-19T12:51:48.773Z

I said that Mac and I would be ok. I was right. We are. It is taking me a little longer to find my feet than it is taking him. I tend to take things more personally than he means them to be. It is not a new thing about me, but sometimes it is annoying.We have fought a lot over the past couple of weeks. I think that had to happen. The directions we are both moving in still make it difficult for us

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-87970453853062878392008-01-11T14:35:00.000Z2008-01-11T14:37:55.243Z

I am still here! I am just mostly quiet because we, Mac and I have had a lot to sort through, a lot to work out. We have been doing this slowly, with lots of conversation and with lots of consideration. There were things said before Christmas that left us both a little hurt and a little defensive. I withdrew, He withdrew, and we both have carefully considered which paths we should take.There has

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-21275433573665653972008-01-02T07:59:00.000Z2008-01-02T08:20:44.331Z

I am sorry that I haven't written, just with family and Christmas and New Years, there just has not been time. I have not even had time to have reflections, let alone had time to write them here. I have had a couple of stories floating around in my head as I go to sleep at night and I hope to get those down soon. One is where, for some odd reason, a camera is involved. And of course, for all you

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-71515403831616878482007-12-22T11:58:00.000Z2007-12-22T12:02:16.764Z

Well, I think I am at that point where the best thing I can do is say Merry Christmas to you all and hope you all have days filled with laughter and love. Mac is away until Christmas Eve so I have been left to handle all the preparations myself and if I am not running around trying to organise one more portion of the celebration, I am sitting on the couch with my legs up trying to get some rest

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-3188206463183265702007-12-16T10:16:00.000Z2007-12-16T10:47:19.067Z

Mac and I have hit the busy period. We have run into it head first at top speed and both ended up smack on our butts. It has not been pretty. We have both thrown up walls between us to protect ourselves and communication has had to filter through these walls and like a Chinese whisper it never comes out the way it was intended.For example, sitting on the couch together for the first time in days

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-18828781619168840532007-12-12T12:45:00.000Z2007-12-12T12:52:16.647Z

For the past few mornings, well, since some time last week, Mac and I have been enjoying some very intense morning sex. There are reasons for this. At night we have both been too tired, but come morning we are both very horny and much more energetic and we just can't seem to help ourselves. Last week that was fine and over the weekend, god, it was delicious. We would wake, have very loud and

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-57608257414036303972007-12-09T07:36:00.000Z2007-12-09T07:40:25.222Z

This is just a short bits and pieces post.First up the baby inside me is doing just fine. We are now past the 12 week mark and into the 2nd trimester and while I don't have a lot more energy, I do have some, and we are developing just as we should be. My iron levels are staying up. I obviously just need more sleep. If only I could squeeze some extra hours in at night, stretch the day into 26

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-49184438175897546022007-12-04T09:28:00.000Z2007-12-04T09:29:20.175Z

Sometimes I have sex with Him so that He will show me that He loves me. I sell sex for the affection I get in return. I think that makes me a whore.

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-73875636404093423572007-12-01T12:28:00.001Z2007-12-01T12:33:41.926Z

Things have been sort of just puttering along in the McBroden household. Mac has been working hard, I have been looking after Sarah Jane and taking care of myself and there has been little time for much else. I feel about as sexy as a rock (and a very unsexy rock at that). I am still very tired, still throwing up a lot, and still wanting to take a nap every morning around 9 am and then another at

Sarah McBrodenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14347022181422271197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6121792.post-60630802292168232422007-11-26T08:46:00.000Z2007-11-26T09:27:24.503Z

I know I should have done this before now, but at least I am doing it now. Here are links to the parts of the Angel story so far.Part 1 is here.Part 2 is here.Part 3 starts here and finishes here.Part 4 is here.Part 5 starts here and finishes below.I have been thinking about either putting the angel story on its own page or maybe showing links to it in the side bar, but I am a little scared that

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