A Game of Bottoms, er, Thrones

The Game of Thrones bottom that subsequently did us in last night.

I hadn't meant to be away for an entire literal moon, but even as I write, the full Pink Moon is on the rise, coming to a peak in about six hours. There were some ultimately uneventful health issues, followed by family in town, neither of which speaks to spanking, or an erotic writing frame of mind. I am sorry for the disappearance.

We watched part of the first episode of Game of Thrones last night. We are never going to get through this show if everyone keeps taking their clothes off, which, apparently, they do. I fell asleep with Mr. W's head on my bottom, stroking my thighs after bringing me to orgasm at least three times. I lost count. There was much threat of the events to come tonight, when we would both be more awake, as this all happened rather late at night.

Tonight is the Pink Moon, the first true full moon of spring. The "pink" regards the pink and violet phlox covering the ground at this time of year, not the color of the moon itself. But, I have a feeling that tonight the pink and violet of the phlox may be mirrored in my bottom. I hope to have a story to tell you soon.

(The story I mentioned on Bonnie's recent brunch is still too fresh and I haven't been able to finish it, but I plan to finish and post it this weekend. It's a more intimate OTK spanking, happening after the conclusion of the events in Boston last week. The bombing occurred right by the hotel where my high school prom was held, and where I used to spend at least a few hours every weekend during my college years.)

Another Game of Thrones Episode 1 bottom that contributed to our later giving up of watching Game of Thrones for more intimate activities.