Accidental Pervery

I bought a couple of little sets of drawers for storing things in in my study/library the other day. Nice, natural looking, the sort of look I'm going for in there.




I got the drawers home, and putting them in place, glanced at the label:

"Three Tone Rattan Drawers"

It seems I can't help it. I even manage to buy rattan by accident!

However, the other two recent purchases for that room were very intentionally pervy:

A nice new lamp

And a lovely ottoman

I'm especially looking forward to putting the ottoman in place when it arrives.

Food Porn

The jury is still out on the kink. Just when I think things might be flickering back to life, work crashes the party in a major way, and bam, there goes the kink. Also hearing my neighbour sneeze the other day was enough to scare me vanilla for many a week.
So, while I'm still undecided, I thought I'd provide you with some other form of porn. Food porn.
If you have a sweet tooth (and chocolatey), this is the most evilly wonderful dish in the world.
However, it is rather, um, English, so some translations first of all:
1) Golden Syrup is rather English. I believe that light corn syrup may be substituted in countries without good old Tate and Lyle Golden.
2) Maltesers. If you are in the US, you don't have Maltesers. I feel for you. Maltesers are wonderful. You can try this recipe with Whoopers or Mighty Malts, but having tried them, quite frankly, I wouldn't bother. Go to Canada or the UK. Stock up on Maltesers. I promise you won't regret it!

So, here we go:

Malteser Tray Bake
100g Margarine
6 tablespoons of Golden Syrup (do NOT overdo the syrup)
250g Milk Chocolate
200g Ginger Nut Biscuits (or something milder like Rich Tea or Digestives)
200g Maltesers

Melt the chocolate, margarine and syrup together.
Take off the heat
Add in the biscuits and Maltesers
Spread in a baking tray lined with greaseproof paper
Chill
Cut into squares
Eat. Possibly all by yourself!

Spring Awakening

I was driving to the next town today. Windows down, 12 or 13 degrees C outside, sun shining, music playing (probably far too loudly as I got into the built up area...).
It occurred to me that sometimes it's the simple little moments that can make us happy. Driving fast, seeing the sun, realising that spring is on the way. The clocks will change next weekend, the days are getting lighter, the daffodils and crocuses in my garden are flowering. The church graveyard is full of snowdrops. I feel as though I'm awakening from the depths of winter with the flowers.
The potentially good news is that it's not just me that's awakening from the depths, it may be my kink as well. Yesterday I felt some stirrings from my libido. Wanted to read blogs, think kinky thoughts. Just having that flicker of interest back is a great sign for me after the 6 weeks or so of disinterest.
I'm not saying I'm about to run out and get spanked and it will all be fine again, but just the fact that the idea holds some appeal now is a big step forward.
So here's to spring awakenings. Let's hope things continue waking up!

Interactive Experiences

I'm still feeling distinctly unkinky, but sometimes my brain just can't help it... It was particularly inspired by the BBC, today. It seems that the National Trust is getting more "hands on" with the new season of house visits beginning:
"
[It] is employing a more ''interactive'' approach to encourage more visitors to its stately homes.
Instead of not touching the exhibits and furnishings, members of the public will, in some cases, be allowed to get more involved with the historic surroundings - sitting on comfy chairs, handling artefacts, and even playing musical instruments. "

Of course the BBC couldn't report all activities available - helping to birch the maid in the master's study, watching the governess spanking the disobedient young lady in the school room, taking part in the whippings in the stables... after all, as Irelynn and my recent visit to Hughenden Manor proved, they provide the implements. The butter pats (aka paddles) are shown on her post, and she didn't even mention the riding crop in the boot the stables. So nice of a national organisation to provide for us kinksters.

A Revelation

Walking round the supermarket today (buying a fitted sheet, two lampshades, two Wii games, a skirt, and not many of the groceries I went to get, moral of story never shop when tired), I had a revelation as I was avoiding the knicker section in the clothes department.
Do you think that maybe giving up knicker buying is related to losing my kink? The timing is pretty suspect... one followed the other fairly swiftly. Maybe my loss of kink is a sign? A sign that I should never, ever attempt to stop buying knickers?
What do you think?