Teatime Ramblings and Silly Stories :)

Hi Friends,

It’s evening here right now. I’m sitting with all of the windows open and a cool breeze blows from the ocean just 3 miles away. Tonight I feel happy and relaxed. So I thought it was time for another rambly, fun post of you and I sharing this space together. Normally I’m zooming along on here posting about the submissive training series, and everything Cg/l. But tonight, I’m slowing down to say hi and let you know how I’m doing.

So hi! πŸ™‚ How are you, my friends? Are you well? I hope you’re well.

Tonight I want to ramble about kissing. It’s such a wonderful way to connect with another person, and yet, I’ve always been that girl that blushes at the thought of a first kiss. I’ll share with you a short story about how geeky I am when it comes to kissing. Are you ready to giggle?

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Alright, well, when I first met my husband, 7 years ago, we didn’t meet traditionally. We met online, both gaming on the same game. (Shout out to all my GW2 players!). Anyways, we were living in two separate states which meant that when we did meet it was over a long weekend. I was giddy and nervous all at the same time. It was winter with snow on the ground and my husband had little idea of how to drive in snow, but by the grace of God he made it to my place safely.

We had booked a room for the weekend together at a nearby resort. Off we went into a winter wonderland. We hugged hello and I blushed, smiling from ear to ear. “Gum?” he asked. (I only later learned that he had read that offering someone gum was a “cool” way to break the ice lol). As we got into our hotel room I did my usual inspection of the place. It was going to be my temporary dwelling for a few days, so I poked around, all the while wondering if and how we were going to kiss. I wanted to kiss him, but I was SO nervous that there was no way I was going to go in for it first.

I was wearing jeans, a black spaghetti strap tank, and a cream colored sweater on top. Inside the room I began to warm up. “Do you mind if I get a bit comfort–?” I began sheepishly, tugging at my sleeves. “No, no” he blurted out, and like the smooth Casanova he helped me out of my sweater. We were closer sitting on the bed. And then he went for it… and y’all…. I froze.


I literally forgot to move my lips!

I was SO nervous that I just sat there stunned, mind blank, for all of three seconds before he pulled back an inch and whispered, “what’s wrong?”. Now, at this point I’m 50 shades of red mentally kicking myself. “I– er– froze” I squeaked, about to cry.

And this was the turning point that made the awkward moment from you-know-where go to completely awesome. πŸ˜‰ He said, “let’s try that again, shall we?”. And this time he cradled my face. <Just kiss him you idiot!!> my brain screamed. And I finally, finally kissed him back. πŸ™‚ And we’ve been together since… lol.

So, yeah. I’m a dork when it comes to kissing. I guess I get tripped up in that moment of “should I tilt my head left or right?”. “Do we use tongue on the first kiss? Or?”. Yeah… I overthink a lot. It’s my worst habit. But kissing is pretty awesome once you get into it πŸ™‚ I love those slow moments where you are just taking your time. Your brain stills and your hands move how they want. You’re kissing and kissing before you finally break for air. Mmm… that’s nice. πŸ™‚

I also love hand holding. Here’s another silly story for you.

Back when I was 14, my parents sent me to sleep-away camp. At the time, there was the “cool kids” who instantly had a camp boyfriend or girlfriend… and then there was the rest of us. You can guess which group I fell into lol. Yet, there was this guy who I guess liked me, because one night after the youth dance we walked back on the path towards our cabins at the opposite end of the lake. It was dark and the humidity clung to our skin. Out of no where he grabbed my hand and we held hands walking.

Now admittedly my 14 year old brain screamed: O.M.G. WE ARE SO GETTING MARRIED!! HE LOVES ME!!! AHHHH!!!!!

But it was really sweet. πŸ™‚ Everyone instantly made us a “camp couple” simply because we had held hands, and in the 14 year old world that is everything lol. I don’t think we ever wrote to each other after camp, now that I think of it. Oh well. πŸ™‚ Despite it being many, many years after that moment… I still love holding hands. I love the feeling of my tiny hand in a man’s large one. I love feeling my smooth skin against his rough one. I love giving a gentle squeeze as a silent way of saying, “I love you”. I love walking hand in hand as we’re out and about. It’s the little things that keeps the connection alive and well. ❀

Mmmm. πŸ™‚ I hope you all enjoyed this fun teatime ramblings. Close your eyes and envision me giving each of you a giant hug! ❀ *SQUEEZES*! I think you’re wonderful, beautiful, and amazing. Have a great night everyone and I will see you back here in the morning!

Much love,

~Kitten/Punkin Xx


  1. Kisses are what Daddy and i do best together! β™₯ Certainly one of our favorite things. πŸ™‚ i love holding His hand. mine just tucks right inside His. We always lace fingers and He tucks my thumb in under His. *giggles* One of those things that just makes me grin and giggle inside. Safe… Daddy always has me. β™₯ Thanks for the sweet reminders!

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