Back from my latest trip to Bogenville. What a fun time, I learned so much about death, sex, trains, Efram, and myself. I decided that instead of doing strips about all the sexy memories, I ought to keep it down to earth.
This is one of the more horrifying and hilarious moments.
And now my tits are on the net Can I take this time to point out that I have an excellent sense of outfit coordination? That apron matches my aureoles smashingly. Unless I decide to find employment making a line of skin tone flattering aprons for exhibitionists I am hence forth unable to get a proper job. How my heart aches for the professionalism of a suit and tie. Maybe a top hat, and a cane, a little dance number. I could swing it after all.
These are my soon to be famous crepes. I've been improving.
Granola oatmeal recipe:
350F
2c oatmeal
1/2c flax seeds
1/2c almonds
1/2c sesame seeds
1/4c sunflower seeds
1/4c pumpkin seeds
1tbsp cinnamon
1 orange zested
mix together
then in a separate bowl mix
2tbsp egg white
1tbsp honey
1bsp canola oil
1tsp vanilla
mix both bowls together, and bake on a cookie sheet for 10-12 min, stirring every 5 min.
I then put a coat of shredded coconut and cranberries and broiled for 1 min to sear the coconut.
serve with fresh cut fruit. Serve with either yogurt or whip cream or as cereal (vanilla soy milk is tasty).
The apron fetish most likely stems from being a stylish submissive at heart. Cooking topless for friends sets me aflutter. I know my the bandmates of my bud's appreciate my impromptu cooking, though wonder why I have my own apron with me at all times. This is because my first boyfriend took me by surprise as I was bent over naked, cleaning the tub. Maybe it was the fumes of the cleaning agents, but I loved it. Did you spill on the floor? I don't mind bending over in a short skirt to wipe it up. Bounce and I are well acquainted.
Cleaning is not inherently sexual, otherwise my room would be far tidier. But rather the act of giving, and serving is what I find sexy. In small doses mind you. Cooking with friends drinking wine is the best way to spend an evening.
Things brings me to sushi. Nyotaimori, is a subdivision of food play. The act of eating sushi that has been laid on a naked body is an alluring prospect to me. Not only have I trained my endorphins to react to sushi, the potential of submissiveness is unending. First, I LOVE making sushi (in aprons!) then I become a canvas for the artful rolls. Then I must breathe shallowly and keep myself from talking so as not to shake off the main course.
Im not sure how I feel about this kind of passive objectification. Normally I feed off of attention, lots of it. This scene could go either way; the plate could be ignored, or the be praised for her great mastery of sushi and discipline.
I wonder if there are films about nyotaimori reminiscent to Secretary? The film follows Maggie Gyllenhaal, an awkward cutter, who finds herself working for a very kinky, somewhat frightening paralegal; E.Edward Grey - played by James Spader. You should all watch with someone you'd like test the s/m waters withl! See if you notice the subtle riding hood/fairytale homages?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28W3d3brIf0&feature=related
No spoilers here, just a small taste of the fantasy of really working for your boss.
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