Blog Move!!!!!

Okay... what the hell?! Blogger is changing their rules... again. Now, they will no longer allow adult pictures and they are looking into not allowing adult content either. Rather than waiting for that bullshit to happen I am moving my blog. It will be at Wordpress. I had originally started there but moved it here because I was doing reviews for free sex toys and they made it so you can't do that. Well, since I don't do that anymore and they DO and have ALWAYS allowed adult content I am moving over there.

CLICK HERE TO GO TO MY NEW BLOG!!!!

I will no longer be updating this blog. I will leave it open until Blogger decides to delete it due to it's content. Everything here will be available at the new blow. If you would rather not click on the link here is the actual link for the blog: https://coyoteskitten4.wordpress.com/

I am re-learning how to do things over there so I will be playing with a few things but I will making new posts as usual. I hope you all follow me over there! The comments were imported as well.

Nervous

I have been so nervous about the job interview tomorrow. In fact it has only gotten worse as it has gotten closer. I'm assuming that they were impressed with my scores since they literally called me only hours after my testing was done. However, that doesn't really equate to much should the interview not meet or exceed their expectations.

I think part of the reason why I am more nervous than usual is because I do have such a long gap in my work history. I mean a year is a huge amount of time. I've never even had to deal with even a month of employment gap except for when I was going to college for a while.

The upside is that I do have a lot of experience with what the job is. It is a metric fuck ton of data entry and typing. Mainly transcription if I am reading the job explanation correctly. So, hopefully that will put me ahead of the game a little bit.

The directions say it only takes about a half hour to get there but I will be leaving about a hour before I have to be there. Why? Because I know where it is and down town in that city is a pain in the ass. I don't want to get myself turned around and be late. I also prefer to show up to an interview at least 15 minutes early, so I'm really only giving myself an additional 15 minutes of drive time. And if I get there sooner than that I'll just sit in my car for a little while.

Another reason why I'm so nervous is because it is a government job. That is a huge deal. Actually since I worked at the law firm I've kind of wanted a government job. I know it's not all it's cracked up to be so I'm not really sure why it attracts me. Don't get me wrong, it's not like that's the only kind of work I've been applying to. Hell, I've been applying to retail jobs and I haven't had any retail experience for 7 to 8 years now. The rest has all been office work. I'm not above working any kind of job. But my hopes have been for an office job, I won't lie about that.

I'm not sure how many more steps there are to the hiring process should they decide that my interview goes well tomorrow. I've already had the testing and from the e-mail I received it states that three people will be interviewing me. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing I'm not sure.

Here's hoping!

Daddy Issues

Today has been a rough one. After my grandpa passed away it has been a waiting game with my father. Specifically regarding him getting off his ass and getting paperwork going. Yes, I am referring to the estate. He is the executor of the estate so everyone is waiting on him, including my uncle (his brother). The saddest part is he's not letting anyone in. My uncle isn't even being told everything. My uncle is trying to do the right thing by everyone else in the family but my father is dragging his heels. You would think it would want it done as soon as possible but nope... So when anyone has a question as to what is going on we talk to my uncle.

My uncle had wanted me to look into some policies with our bank regarding checks and hold times, etc. and so on. I had recently obtained the information he wanted so I called him today. I gave him the info and he told me some things. He then mentioned that he is going to my dad's today and asked if maybe I could go too and perhaps we could get some more information out of my dad. I think my uncle was looking for moral support more than anything. Gods knows he's not getting it from my dad.

So we go there. At first we just hang out but then my uncle and I both start trying to nonchalantly pull information out of Dad. My uncle got a couple of very small answers. One of which included the fact that my dad has an appointment with the lawyer tomorrow but that my uncle didn't have to be there so don't worry about it. He wouldn't even tell him the time of the damn appointment.

However, when I asked direct questions my dad could be smiling and joking around but the minute I asked a question his face would go completely blank. Sometimes he would give me a bullshit answer and then go back to what he was saying. Other times he just ignored the fact that I asked anything at all.

We stayed longer than either Master or myself wanted to but we were trying to be there for my uncle. Finally we just wanted to leave whether my uncle was ready to or not. (We had taken separate cars.) As soon as we did that my uncle got up as well as if he was going to leave as well. I think what ended up happening was that we were all waiting on the other to bring up the fact that they were leaving. Figures.

After we got home though I had a bunch of shit going through my head. I was pretty pissed at my dad because he is playing this so close to the vest that it is coming off as shady as hell. What the hell are you trying to hide?

But then a bunch of other stuff piled in on me about how my dad just isn't available emotionally. When I was a teenager/young adult I thought it was cool because my dad wanted to just hang out and be my friend. I thought of him as the "cool dad". But now that I am older I am realizing that I have been pretty damn naive when it comes to him. I can't go to him with anything serious at all. He will shut down on me or make a joke about it. Long and short of it I like having him as a friend but I also want my dad sometimes too, ya know? I may be in my early 30's but I still want my dad to be my dad from time to time. That's all I'm asking. But I know that will never happen.

With all the bullshit that he has been doing over the course of my grandfather being put in a nursing home up to and through what is currently going on has really opened my eyes. What further helped that is listening to some of the things my mom protected me from when I was a kid as well as what my dad's ex-girlfriend told me that she tried to protect me from when I was an adult and he was with my dad. We recently reconnected with her and man did she share some shit after I told her all of the things that my dad has been doing. She didn't want to tell me while they were together. They both did this to try and not taint my view or opinion of my dad. But now that I'm damn near 32 and I'm confused about my dad they both felt I had the right to know. And no, before you say anything, this isn't the vengeful ex-wife/ex-girlfriend bull shit. Their stories were so fucking similar isn't not even funny.

I wanted so badly to keep a relationship with my dad even with everything he has been doing but I'm not sure I can. At least not for a while. When this is all said and done I may pull back, way back, for a while. We'll see how things go from there. I am not saying that I'll never speak to him again. However I will be having quite a few things to say that date from way back to the present and I think that will help me. It may make him feel like shit but it will help me.

My head is twisted right now. I'm basically just throwing this shit out onto my blog to get at least part of it out of my brain and onto something else. I just want to relax the rest of the night as much as I possibly can. I can't stress myself out overly much. I need to focus. I have a very important interview on Wednesday. I need to focus on that and not on anything else.

Writing & One Year Anniversary

For some reason I got it into my head to start writing a story. It's honestly just something to distract myself for the time being. One day I was typing away and Master asked me what I was doing. I told Him. He commented that I never finish them. And He's right. I have never started writing a story and actually finished it. I just get stuck and forget about it, I get bored with it, or I just move on to something else.

But it's not like I ever plan on getting published. When I was young I always wanted to be a writer. I never knew if I was ever actually good at it but I enjoyed it. I thought it would be really cool to see my name printed on a book. Authored by: (insert my name here). Seeing something like that would be amazing. It will never happen and I accept that. But it is still fun to think about.

Making this blog and writing in it is fun too. At least when I feel like I actually have something to say. I must admit sometimes it is a chore but that is only because I have no idea what to write about. Nothing is going on and I don't have anything new on my mind. *shrugs*

I know I could just write the little story entries I'm making now as blog posts but I know that isn't what this blog is for. Also, I don't really want others to see it. Especially in such a public way where there is really no way to protect it.

That sounds stupid doesn't it? Wanting to protect something that I know will never be finished and therefore will never be published. But it's how I feel about it. Now, if Master told me that I had to I would. After all it would be an order, not a suggestion.

For some reason I just don't want to write an actual story, even if it is only part of it, and for someone to "steal" it from my blog. Who knows what they would do with it. Like I said, it sounds really stupid even to me.

I honestly don't think anyone would actually want to steal it. I don't think I'm worthy of my writing to be published.

However, I enjoy the distraction right now. It gives me something to do when I am bored and don't really feel like doing anything else. It also keeps my anxiety levels down a bit. I'm anxious about how all this family shit is going to end. I'm also anxious about the upcoming interview as I truly want this job and more importantly I need it. It's been a full year as of today that I was "let go" from my last job. I have never been unemployed for this long. Hell, since I started working I've never been unemployed except for when I took a break to go to college for a while. I never would have thought that I would have been without a job for this long. I could see a month or two. At the most four months. But here I am twelve months later and unemployed.

I will fully admit that if I do not get this job I have an interview for on Wednesday I will be upset. Not just a little upset. Very upset. With all of the fresh hell that Master and I have been through in a very short amount of time karma needs to swing the other way. It needs to swing back in our favor and hopefully it will swing in the way of my getting this job.

Rough Day

Today has been a really, really rough day. I don't want to get into all of it. I will just say that Master and I have been stressed the fuck out all day. It was one hit after another after another. As soon as we had one thing figured out another came around to knock us over the back of our heads. I am very happy that it is almost over. For at least the past few hours, knock on wood, there hasn't been anything new. Let's hope that it stays that way, shall we? Yes. Yes, we shall.

I had received a phone call a little while ago regarding a job I had applied to back in November. I am not even kidding you. It had been so long that I just assumed that the position had been filled. But no, it just took them that long to get the ball rolling. It is a local government job. I would be very excited to get the job. During the phone call she told me that I would need to complete a typing test and a transcription test. I have never done any actual transcribing. I had taken dictation but nothing where I am sitting there listening to a recording. But I knew that was part of the job when I applied. I knew I could do it. I readily accepted the appointment. It was the first step in the interview process. No problem.

Yesterday was the day of the testing. They wanted 60wpm for the typing test. I had 68wpm with a 99% accuracy. For the transcription test they wanted 70% accuracy. That seemed low to me. After all this is data entry. But who am I to question their requirements? *shrugs* I ended up with a 97% accuracy.

It was a group testing session. I was the first one done and when the lady printed a copy of my test scores out for me she seemed very pleased and told me that I would receive a call if they were interested.

I am not even close to kidding when I say that not even five hours later I received a call asking me to come in for an interview next week. My jaw just about dropped. I honestly didn't think that it would be that fast. I was out running errands when I got that call. It could have waited until I got home but I was so excited that I called Master immediately after. He is very happy for me and proud of me.

So while today has whooped the ever living hell out of us at least there is one good thing going on. Now, let's just hope that it pans out and I actually get the job. I'm not sure how many other steps there would be after the interview but I'm just happy that I am getting this far with it.

Too Long

Last night Master and I were trying to think of something to do. While doing so I asked if He wanted to watch a porno. He shrugged and said sure why not. I pulled out all of the dvds we have, which honestly aren't all that many, and asked Him to pick one out. I normally choose but He doesn't really care but I had already asked if I could go use the bathroom so I figured that maybe He would pick one out. He did. But not the way I thought. He simply stacked them all in a pile and picked the one on top. *laughs* It ended up being one where it is predominately anal sex. In fact one of the first scenes in it is a chick taking a baseball bat sized dildo up her ass after basically being fisted in the ass. That scene always makes me cringe. Master said that she must be made out of elastic. He's probably right.

Anyway, we both got undressed and curled up under the covers while we watched it. The next scene wasn't quite as horrifying and Master was kind enough to fast forward through most of the first scene anyway. Like I said, the entire dvd is mainly anal sex. We haven't done that in a long time. Longer than it should be. So I turned my head a bit and asked Him if He would like to try anal. He said, "You don't have to ask me twice."

And that started it off. He almost immediately moved my hair off to the side and just started chewing on my neck and shoulder. Sometimes He would dig His teeth in and actually pull backwards so that my entire shoulder moved back with Him. I do have to say I have very pretty bruises from it today.

Once He was done biting me He gently turned me over onto my stomach. After He entered me He asked me if I wanted the dvd to keep playing. I told Him that I didn't care so He reached over my head where the remote was and turned it off.

He commented on how dripping wet I already was. Biting like that will do that to me. He fucked me deep and slow, allowing me to cum several times. After I was nice and deep into my sub space He pulled out and told me to get the lube.

Well, the lube we normally use was still packed away. (Like I said, it has been too long.) But I had another one accessible. We had never tried it before but I opened it up and handed it to Him. I also grabbed my vibrator to use on my clit since that seems to help a lot when He is first sliding His cock into my ass.

He lubed both of us up and I put the vibrator to my clit. He tried to start slow but all of a sudden the head of His dick slid in and it hurt like hell. It felt like there was no lube there what so ever. I dropped the vibrator and Master immediately pulled out. I knew that He had lubed both of us up really well because He always does. The problem was that the lube dried out almost as soon as He was done putting it on. As soon as the pain stopped, which thankfully didn't take that long I hopped off the bed and went digging through my suitcase. Master was kneeling there wondering what the hell I was doing but finally I found it! I know how not sexy it was to just watch me digging around looking for something especially when it took as long as it did but damn it I was on a mission! As soon as I found it I handed it to Him and He lubed both of us back up again.

Round two!

And thankfully His cock slide in without much more than a small wince from me. I literally got off as soon as He slid halfway into my ass. He went very slowly at first. Very gentle. But from past experiences I knew that since it had been such a long time that I wouldn't be able to stay relaxed for very long. I told Him this and He said, "So what I am hearing is to fuck your ass hard." I nodded my head and He had absolutely no problem doing so. It felt amazing but it hurt a bit at the same time. I got off again and I didn't even need the vibrator against my clit that time.

He asked me, "Do you want cum up your ass slut?"

My response sounded desperate, at least to me, "Yes Master please cum in my ass. It's been too long."

As soon as those words were out of my mouth I felt His cock throbbing and I heard that familiar and wonderful growl coming from deep in His throat. It was intense in a very good way.

Today I told Master that I would like to try anal again soon. I know that my body has to get used to it. It really does. And it can't if it only happens once every six months. Master wants to push my body enough so that I can "handle it" for a longer period of time but He doesn't want me lying to Him and possibly hurting myself by not letting Him know when it really hurts.

Fun Fact

Master and I learned an interesting lesson yesterday. Master had taken four tramadol yesterday. It is a pain reliever. His back has been really, really fucking with Him lately. He in no way exceeded the dosage or took more than He should have in a 24 hour time frame. He has obviously taken this medication before. It works. His back feels a lot better after He takes them. But we have never had sex the same day He has taken the pills. Here comes the interesting lesson. A fun fact if you will.

I had put on lingerie so that I would look nice for Him. It was a body stocking that has small holes all over it. It looks great on me. The only issue with it is that sometimes my nipple piercing jewelry gets caught in it. Normally it's not that big of a deal but for some reason last night it was continuously getting caught to the point where it was actually hurting. I have horseshoe shaped body jewelry in my nipples. They are Master's favorite. I originally had just a simple barbell in each but He didn't find them as exciting so as soon as I was healed enough to put in new jewelry I went out about bought the horseshoe style.

Anyway, I didn't want to take the lingerie off. He loves it on me and I felt sexy in it. So the solution I came to is that I would pull the top part of it down enough so that it would rest under my tits rather than on them. It still looked good so at least that much.

Eventually we started to call it a night so we got down to business. *winks* He started by molesting my tits and fingering me before laying on His side and telling me to suck His dick. I slid down and I more worshiped His cock than I did suck it. Not that it was a bad thing. It was just what struck me at the time. I sure in the hell didn't hear any complaints from Him. *laughs*

After that He slowly pulled me off of Him and put me on all fours. He gripped me in all the right places while He was fucking me. My hips, my shoulders, the side of my neck, and every variation in between. He ordered me to cum over and over again and my body was more than willing to obey.

It felt like He had gotten close to getting off a few times but He didn't. I figured that it was just Him holding it off. (He's good at that. That man has some crazy self control.) He put me on my stomach and kicked one of my legs out so that it was bent at the knee. He placed one leg in between mine and the other one was keeping that one leg out. He pinned me to the bed and told me how ever after 12 years (it'll be 12 years in March) He is never tired of fucking me. I swooned at that and I have to say that I feel the exact same way. Our sex life is still amazing and I don't think that will ever change honestly.

While we were in this position it felt like He had gotten close to cumming again but He didn't. It's interesting how after fucking someone for so long you can tell, ya know?

He then had me bring that one leg back under Him and He put me in what we call the "rape" position. It is where He pins down my wrists and hooks His legs under mine. I am no longer allowed to cum once I am in that position. I think that is part of the reason why we call it that. Well, that and I literally cannot move even if I wanted to.

I told Him how I love how thick His cock is. How I love that it stretches my tight pussy the way that it does. He growled a little bit and told me that my pussy is as tight today as it was the first time He slid inside me. We were both hot. Not only do I mean revved up but I also mean as in we were sweating. His sweat was dripping down onto me. I find that incredibly sexy. I'm not sure why, but I do.

Suddenly He stopped and pulled out. I asked Him what was wrong and apparently His hip was starting to bother Him. I can understand why. He had been fucking me hard for a very long time. He didn't slow down once in that entire time. I asked if there was anything I could do. He told me to just give Him a minute. So I knelt up beside Him and just slowly stroked His dick. After a while He sat down and got comfortable so that I could blow Him. He chuckled when He went to gather up my hair. He said, "There isn't as much to hold anymore." After all, I just had 7 inches of hair cut off. But because of that His grip was tighter and closer to my scalp. I enjoyed the sensation. It sent waves of electricity down my spine.

He allowed me to set my own pace at first but then He became more aggressive about it. I just had to loosen my jaw a tiny bit and He moved my head the way He wanted to move it. I simply went by His lead and flicked and rolled my tongue when I could. Once more it felt like He got really, really close to shooting a load into my mouth but again He didn't quite peak. After that point He just held my head down and fucked my face. He didn't get soft at any period of time. He was just rock hard but not getting off.

He pulled my mouth off His dick and fucked me again. About another 20 minutes later His hip was bothering me again. Like I said I can completely understand that. I asked if He wanted me to be on top and He said no.

It was about then that we both acknowledged the fact that while He was having absolutely no problem staying rock hard and feeling everything like normal every time He came close to getting off He wouldn't. We knew it was due to the medications. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. I know we were both thinking it before that point but after that point we acknowledged it.

But there was no way either of us wanted Him to get blue balls. He had me lay on my back sideways along the bed. He just wanted to look at me while He stroked His cock. I played with my tits and fingered myself. I wanted to give Him a bit of a show. Hell, I thought that may even help. He really enjoyed it but nothing. So He pulled me to the edge of the bed and put me on all fours again. He allowed me to get off once more.

But in all honesty His hip was getting to Him again and I was honestly starting to dry up a little bit. I'm not sure why. I do have to say I was feeling a bit bad because I couldn't get Him off. I know it wasn't/isn't my fault but I couldn't help but to feel that way at the time. At least a little bit.

But finally I was able to watch Him jerk off. I would watch and then I would nuzzle Him and kiss His face.

We still had amazing sex. Now we know that when He takes that many tramadol that we shouldn't fuck.