A relaxed Christmas

I have probably never before experienced such a low key and relaxed Christmas. For enjoyment it rates really high; the ability to do what I wanted when I wanted, the lack of drama, the fact of being here in this beautiful city of Seville with the man I love. Of course, I missed being with my son, but I spoke to him on christmas morning and he seemed to be pretty fine – with his girlfriend and her family. Generally though I seem to have escaped, since my mum misbehaved at my brothers and this morning she put the phone down on me because I questioned the effort she put into putting other people first. The ex has been in touch by text, but mainly he also is keeping his distance; at last, thankfully.

Christmas morning sex. How wonderful it was to wake and for Master to take what is his and then to give back so much in return. When did I last have sex on Christmas morning? Did I ever before? Who cares, since this was a brilliant way to awake and to ease ourselves into the day. The previous evening as Seville settled into the silence of family time, the street outside our apartment had become silent and we had enjoyed a calm and pleasant evening – dinner, wine, a film and more wine. There were no last minute presents to wrap and no worries about what was to come.

The deserted street outside our apartment on Christmas eve
In the morning, once we had drunk our coffee we exchanged presents. Master presented me with a a new play collar, which seems similar to something I tried on when we were at Sexpo. We have yet to try it out, though I know it won’t be long before we do. My other gift from him was a vintage book: The Quest for Corvo, which I know I am going to enjoy reading. I also bought him a book and CD. The main thing for me though was being together in this lovely place.
During the afternoon we went for a stroll in the sun. It was a warm afternoon. We walked along the banks of the Guadalquivir river and spotted this statue, apparently a gift from the people of Romania to the people of Seville. what it exactly is meant to depict is something of a mystery (what the long snake thing is to the right side of the first photo is, I have no clue), though we were struck by the whole thing!
We ended our walk with a drink at a local bar, enjoying being out there in the sun and remarking on the difference in this day compared to a Christmas walk in the UK, often in the weak winter sun, or more often a damp and dull day.
Later we went out for a lovely dinner in a local restaurant, again overlooking the river. On the way home we were invited to go into a couple of the more than likely seedy clubs that had suddenly appeared to be open – just shows the difference between day and late night in any area. We declined and went home to our own bed.

                                      

On Boxing day afternoon we ventured out into Seville proper to see the Fine Arts museum. The building which houses the museum is an old monastery and is a beautiful place. The art was fine, the place a quiet oasis in a city gripped as many are the day after Christmas with shopping fever.

We escaped the crowds again by going into a posh hotel for cocktails – Gin and Tonic and enjoying a flamenco show. Then as we wended our way home we stopped in a local bar for tapas and wine. The perfect end to a relaxing and very happy Christmas.

Outside and within the museum.

One sleep

The little christmas tree is packed along with my clothes, shoes and everything else. I need to add one of my plugs, which I know Master will want taken along.

He texted this afternoon to say that he has packed both clothes and sex toys, but that he was now moving onto more important things  – his books, if I know him. You really have to love the style of the man. I also have my books, some sewing and I will have my blog to write along the way.

It’s funny how when you plan a trip it seems so far away, both in distance and time. Then suddenly with a flurry of activity it is upon you. This week has flown by – Sunday lunch for the family, an evening with my mum, on the day that would have been my dad’s birthday and then yesterday when I missed the office party to go and buy my toiletries and other things at the supermarket and got stuck in some awful traffic. Work has been hectic. Until today which was suddenly calm and ordered until 3pm when I realised that a set of minutes hadn’t been typed up by my admin.

Now though all that is done.

I am pretty much ready for my Christmas with Master.

Let the fun begin!

 

My favourite British Christmas song!!!

3 Sleeps

On Friday we leave for our holiday in Spain. This year my Christmas will be different from usual, there will be no turkey or tinsel, no real tree and no family fun or indeed arguments. But there will be Master and His girl enjoying time together, there will be tapas and wine, there will be Spanish culture, there will be times to relax and recuperate from the pressures of work and life in general. Hopefully there will be lots of kink.

Getting ahead of yourself so that you have sent all of your cards during the first week of December and have bought all of the presents before the second weekend is challenging. But here we are on 15th of the month and the last few presents have been delivered to a place from where they can be transported to their intended recipients.

Work has been busy, but there is light at the end of that tunnel too, just as well as there are just two more days left to work, only one of which involves being in the office the entire day. Tomorrow is the Christmas party, but I am still undecided whether I want to go. I still have a pair of new shoes to collect from a department store (don’t you love click and collect?) and my toiletries to buy from the supermarket.

But all of the washing is done and for the first time in maybe years the ironing basket is empty. All that is left really is the packing and then to leave for our trip.

I intend to post here during the trip and since I will have more time to do so and hopefully more kink to write about, that is a promise.

Until then, I give you my Christmas tree offering for this year. Apologies that the first looks a little drunk. The second tree  I am taking with me!

 

 

 

One to forget?

For the first time in 30 years, hubby and I have been apart this Christmas. Indeed I have not seen him for 6 days. In that time, there have been a number of texts and one, quite unpleasant phone conversation on Christmas morning. I have spent time with our son, he and I have spent time on Christmas day with my parents and on boxing day with hubby’s family.

From Christmas eve morning until boxing night I felt very low. Probably worse than I have felt for many months. I wasn’t tearful like I was when S told me things were over between us in the summer, but I just felt low. Felt that everything was a chore, too much effort. But, because I am a reasonable actress and because I hate people being sorry for me, I pulled myself into shape and got on with things. My son and I exchanged presents on Christmas morning (a lopsided exchange of course), he gave me a lovely hug and was very attentive. Then we set off for a quiet Christmas day with my parents. When we arrived, unknown to me, I had been assigned the task of cooking Christmas dinner. I don’t remember being asked, but as ever, I got on with things, and this year it was a small event. Later my teenage niece nephew arrived and we played some fun games. I went to bed feeling somewhat happier than I had in the morning.

On boxing day evening we went off to a family party hosted by hubby’s parents. This was an awkward event. They asked me about what hubby was up to, when he had decided to help the homeless etc. I know little of what he has been up to and as far as I know he decided to help the homeless so he wouldn’t have to face his and my family at Christmas. Still I pulled it off and my son told me later I did a good job.

So tomorrow, hubby is apparently putting in an appearance. I am hoping we can at least have a small amount of family time. This is part of my desire, from son’s tone of voice when I told him, it is not his particularly. But we will see.

I am hopefully heading down to visit S for new year. I hope that this will help me gather the emotional and physical strength to face the things I need to in the first few days of January. You can’t act in the way hubby is now and expect things to return to normal (no matter what he may think).

My new year hope is that I have some very kinky things to write about on this blog by this time next week.