Jason Momoa under a waterfall

I had wonderful, erotic, dreams last night that involved Jason Momoa and a waterfall. He was sun-kissed, shirtless and barefoot, just a pair of very well fitting shorts. His hair was loose and he was smiling. In the dream, he purred my name, swept me under the waterfall, pulled me into his arms, lifted me up and made love to me. And oh, it was good. I can remember his smell, the strength of his arms, the sound and feel of the waterfall and… yeah.

I’m pretty sure this picture

helped inspire the dream. Don’t you want to wrap your arms around his biceps while he presses you down on the rocks and fucks you hard?

I woke up horny but had no time to do anything about it, I had an early lecture. I was completely unable to shake the images from my mind all day and each time it played out, the fantasy got more detailed, more erotic, more vivid and by the time I got home this evening, my engine was very revved up.

Jack wasn’t home when I got in, he was out with the dogs, but Lucy was, and luckily she’s got a very high sex drive so didn’t mind me basically pouncing on her as soon as I walked through the door. We were still working off some energy when Jack got home, he joined us and… well. The fantasy got some mileage, although there was no waterfall. We thought about the shower but never quite got there.

That’s not quite where I’d planned to go with this post. Not that I’m entirely sure where this was going, maybe more about Jason Momoa himself. I don’t even know if I’m going to post this. I’m going to keep writing and see what happens, that’s how this works, isn’t it?

Right now, I’m catching up on this week’s episodes of NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles and NCIS: New Orleans (Mark Harmon and Scott Bakula are also very handsome gentlemen), a purring cat on my lap, cuddling with Lucy and listening to the rain.

We are having the most fabulous storm – huge forks of lightning, crashes of thunder, torrential rain, it’s wonderful! I absolutely love storms, love ’em to bits. I’ve never been one of those people frightened by them: even as a child I used to hang out of my window to watch them. And I love nothing better than going for a run in the pouring rain.

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Sundays are my favourites

Lucy and I went to a ‘legs, bums & tums’ fitness class this morning, lots of lunges, step and squats. The instructor, also called Lucy, promised us our bodies would thank us for this workout. My body is not currently thanking me. My thighs, in fact, are protesting quite severely about it.

After all that vigorous exercise, we then had a much calmer afternoon. I made another batch of chocolate raspberry brownies (last week’s went down very well and more were requested) and we needed to replace the calories we burned off!

We cuddled up on the couch with Jack, who has actually behaved all week and properly rested his back and knees, and ate them while they were still warm and gooey, playing Cards Against Humanity and Exploding Kittens until my sides hurt from laughing, before we watched some Buffy.

I’ve spent some time futzing around online. I’ve re-written my mini bio, I’m a little happier with it but it still needs tweaking some. I joined in a friending meme and actually managed to comment and friend people. I found some physics RSS feeds that I’ve added to my reading page and I’ve discovered a book that I want to read – What is Real?: The Unfinished Quest for the Meaning of Quantum Physics Hardcover – 31 May 2018
by Adam Becker… is it too late to ask Santa?

This evening has roast beef in store, as well as Doctor Who. Other than that, I’m thinking a soak in a hot bubble bath to ease my aching legs with my book (currently reading Just For Christmas by Scarlett Bailey) and some music, possibly followed by an early night.

Stupid husbands, ruined routines and roast dinners

My husband is a stupid, stubborn idioMy husband is a stupid, stubborn idiot. God knows I love him but he can infuriating!

We are very strong on routine around here, it helps with Lucy’s mental health issues and our Sunday routine starts with Jack & Lucy walking the dogs down to the newsagents, buying the Sunday newspapers and walking back again. It’s about a two and a half mile round trip and takes them around an hour. I have a slow morning then make us all a full English breakfast which we eat sitting around the breakfast bar, reading the papers. We can be very domestic at times.

Despite having been somewhat less mobile over the last week, Jack was very insistent that he did the walk this morning. He did acquiesce to using a cane at least and I know the dogs will protect him – they’re properly trained and he’s their alpha.

They’d been gone almost an hour and a half (and I was starting to worry) when I get a phone-call – it had taken them all that time to just GET to the shop and Jack was admitting he couldn’t walk back so would I drive down and pick them up.

As tempting as it was to punish him, he was in pain and miserable. So his punishment was to be left alone downstairs while Lucy and I indulged in Sunday playtime. We were nice and loud too, made sure he knew exactly what he was missing out on. I must admit I was annoyed though; I had plans for him but they can wait.

(He will be getting a proper punishment when he’s not in so much pain, mark my words. Worrying me like that!)

This afternoon, he was sulky, horny and still in pain so I was gentle on him. We did manage to keep to our usual Sunday afternoon routine though. The three of us played some Trivial Pursuit and I happily won, though it was a close game. Lucy is now cooking us a nice roast beef dinner and that combined with the raspberry chocolate brownies I made this afternoon… the house smells amazing.

I’m cuddled up with Jack who’s relaxing after partaking some… shall we say herbal pain relief. I took a hit or two as well so we’re nicely relaxed. Lucy will be joining us in a moment, dinner is basically done and it’s almost time for Doctor Who.t. God knows I love him but he can infuriating!

We are very strong on routine around here, it helps with Lucy’s mental health issues and our Sunday routine starts with Jack & Lucy walking the dogs down to the newsagents, buying the Sunday newspapers and walking back again. It’s about a two and a half mile round trip and takes them around an hour. I have a slow morning then make us all a full English breakfast which we eat sitting around the breakfast bar, reading the papers. We can be very domestic at times.

Despite having been somewhat less mobile over the last week, Jack was very insistent that he did the walk this morning. He did acquiesce to using a cane at least and I know the dogs will protect him – they’re properly trained and he’s their alpha.

They’d been gone almost an hour and a half (and I was starting to worry) when I get a phone-call – it had taken them all that time to just GET to the shop and Jack was admitting he couldn’t walk back so would I drive down and pick them up.

As tempting as it was to punish him, he was in pain and miserable. So his punishment was to be left alone downstairs while Lucy and I indulged in Sunday playtime. We were nice and loud too, made sure he knew exactly what he was missing out on. I must admit I was annoyed though; I had plans for him but they can wait.

(He will be getting a proper punishment when he’s not in so much pain, mark my words. Worrying me like that!)

This afternoon, he was sulky, horny and still in pain so I was gentle on him. We did manage to keep to our usual Sunday afternoon routine though. The three of us played some Trivial Pursuit and I happily won, though it was a close game. Lucy is now cooking us a nice roast beef dinner and that combined with the raspberry chocolate brownies I made this afternoon… the house smells amazing.

I’m cuddled up with Jack who’s relaxing after partaking some… shall we say herbal pain relief. I took a hit or two as well so we’re nicely relaxed. Lucy will be joining us in a moment, dinner is basically done and it’s almost time for Doctor Who.