Hello GREYsessed readers! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday! Perhaps some basting? Well, whatever your choice of pleasure, I hope it was great! I personally partake in the crazy Black Friday ritual. This year it was 21 hours of shopping, and no-this was not my longest. Last year was over 24 hours! *bowing as I accept my medal of courage and crazy. So with the holiday season upon us, I am thinking up some yummy holiday kink for you! Silver balls, naughty Santa, hide the holiday pickle and such. But for now, enjoy Part 2 of “50 Shades of Greytfulness and Gratitude.” Love & Laters©, Michele ——————————————- I stand there with my mouth open in shock for a few seconds, minutes, I am not sure. Did Christian just ask me to eat pumpkin pie off of him? Well, I guess I shouldn’t be too shocked. He did just use a turkey baster on me. At this point, I am convinced that we could make anything kinky. “Ana, close your mouth. Unless you are ready to eat this pie off of me,” says Christian, whipping me out of my trance. I pucker my lips together and take a good look at the pie. Grace’s famous pumpkin pie sits innocently on the gold-trimmed antique dessert plate. Something seems morally wrong with this scenario. I eyeball my inner goddess who’s holding up her own piece of pie, ready to throw it in my face. Okay, okay…lower your weapon. It just seems like an unchaste act of the highest level. Generations have shared this family recipe and now my kinky husband wants to be a self-serve pumpkin pie buffet. “Well, I’m guessing you’d like your pie served hot and ready to eat,” says Christian as he quickly gets undressed. I stand in awe of him as he unbuttons his white dress shirt and takes it off to reveal his beautiful self. My eyes immediately find the small scars that are forever a reminder of his past. I look up and our eyes lock. “Stop biting that lip, Mrs. Grey. Or this is going to be over before it starts.” I didn’t realize I was doing that. But then again, I never seem to be aware of it. He continues undressing, taking off his dress shoes and grey wool pants. As he folds his pants and lies them over the arm of the sofa, I can see he’s table is set and ready for some pie. “See something you like?” he asks. Was I being that obvious? Well, it’s pretty hard not to notice the bulge sticking out from his boxer briefs. “Just checking out the dessert table. It looks delicious and I haven’t even picked out my toppings yet,” I reply with a smirk. “Hungry, are we? You know I love it when you eat.” A huge smile crosses his face. He slides off his briefs. Oh my. He walks back to the sofa and lies down. “Dessert table is open,” Oh boy. My inner goddess has her bib in place and is singing, “Pour some sugar on me.” I chuckle to myself as I walk over to the coffee table and pick up the delicate plate. I kneel down on the floor next to the sofa. You’re fine, I tell myself. We did this sort of thing during the summer. But instead of pumpkin pie, it was ice cream. My mind flashes back to Christian eating Kinky Cotton Candy off of my body and vice versa. You’ve got this Ana. I just wish it wasn’t the darn pie. “Ready and waiting, Mrs. Grey.” Right. I reach my hand over the plate and grab a handful of pie. I don’t even bother with the fork. Christian’s eyes widen as I place the fistful of pumpkin on him. There. The aroma of cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin fill the air as I smear the pie around, up and down. A low moan escapes Christian’s mouth as I slowly massage the pie into him. “Enjoying this, Mr. Grey?” He opens his eyes and looks at me. He doesn’t say a word, just shakes his head as I continue to stroke the pie up and down. “Hold that thought.” I turn towards the table and pick up the whipped cream with my sticky, pie-covered hands. “I like a little cream with my pie,” I say with a sexy smirk. He watches in delight as I shake the can. “You are quite a sight,” he says as he watches me. Quite a sight, I am sure. I am completely naked, kneeling over my husband with orange sticky hands. Gosh I hope the door downstairs is locked. “Ready?” I ask holding up the can. “Always.” I push the nozzle down and the cream starts to envelope Christian’s now pie-covered self. It has a ripples out in a pretty ribbon-like fashion as I cover his tip. “Don’t you look good enough to eat,” I say smiling at my creation. “Well then by all means, dig in my dear,” replies Christian eagerly. I keep my eyes locked on his as I reach back and drop the can to the table. Bringing my left hand to him and wrapping it around the base, I lower my head down and take him in. Slowly down. Then up as I swirl my tongue around, licking up the whipped cream and pie. It tastes divine. “Oh fuck Ana.” Christian growls and throws his head back into the sofa. His reaction is enticing as ever and begs me to keep going. I open my mouth wider and take him in deeper, licking all the way down. I slowly work my tongue back up, following with my hand. I look up at Christian, who’s got his eyes closed and breathing heavily. I take my mouth off of him and he quickly looks up. “Full already, Mrs. Grey?” “No, that was just my appetizer. I am getting ready for the main course.” I reach back and grab myself another handful of pie. Christian’s mouth is suspended open as I slather the pie all over him once again. He moans out loud as I massage it into him using long, hard strokes. “Ahh…Ana…fuck…,” he gasps. My clit throbs at his moans and I increase the rhythm of my hand. Christian’s breathing deepens. I love watching him come undone before my eyes. I adjust my position on the floor so that I can take him in my mouth again. Oh my, pumpkin pie… I could get used to a dessert-covered Christian. I tongue him allover, licking up the last of the sweetness as he starts to get closer to orgasm. “Ana…Ana…” he moans as he climaxes hard. I savor every last part of him as I watch him finish. “Thank you, Mrs. Grey. That was both a visual and physical treat,” he says with a labored breath. “You are most welcome. It was my tasting pleasure, Sir.” I give him a wink. “As much as I’d like to stay up here eating pie, we really should get back to the house.” “Ah, you’re right. I almost forgot about everyone else.” He gets up from the couch and heads to the bathroom. “Let me clean up a bit, then we can rejoin the party.” I hear the faucet turn on. I suppose I should join him in cleaning up since my hands are a sticky mess. “I will never look at Grace’s pumpkin pie the same again,” I say to him as we wash up quickly. “Another first, Mrs. Grey,” he replies and plants a soft kiss on my head. “Perhaps a start of a holiday tradition for us.” I giggle at the thought. “And there it is,” he says. “There what is?” I ask. “My favorite sound in the world. Your laughter. I could listen all day to it,” he says looking into my eyes. Blue to grey. Only us in this moment. “You. Are. Mine.” “Yours,” I whisper as I embrace him. As we head back into the main room and start dressing when the creek of the front door stops us in our tracks. “Christian…Ana?” Shit, it’s Grace! “Up here,” Christian yells to her. “Ana was just getting some much needed rest.” The sound of her footsteps on the stairs makes me amplify my speed dressing. Christian gets my dress zipped up for me just in the nick of time. “There you two are,” she says sweetly. “I was starting to worry.” She walks towards me and embraces me with a big hug. I give a thank-goodness-we-didn’t-get-caught- look to Christian. He reacts with an odd face and starts swiping at his head. I don’t understand what he is doing but he keeps at it until Grace lets go of me. “Oh sweetheart, what is in your hair?” Grace asks as she examines my head with a confused look. She reaches up and strokes a part of my hair, pulling out a piece of oh my gosh….pie covered crust! My face instantly burns with embarrassment as she holds it in front of me to look at. Christian burst out laughing. How can he laugh when all I want to do is crawl into the fetal position and die. “I don’t know how that got there,” I mutter. Seriously, I pray that Grace cannot read minds at this very moment. Or read the mortified look on my face. “She just loves your pie, “Christian manages to say with a semi-straight face. “I mean, really loves your pie Mom.” He is trying not to burst out in laughter again. He is so in trouble with me later. “Yes Grace, it’s true. And I guess my eating manners went to the wayside out of pure exhaustion. This pregnancy has been taking its toll lately.” I hope she is buying this concoction we are selling hard. “Of course you are dear. Pregnancy is no joke. I am glad you got your rest,” Grace says as I watch her eyes glance over to the table. “Oh, there’s where the whipped cream ran off to. I just got done badgering Carrick that he must’ve forgot to buy it. He pulled the refrigerator apart looking for it.” “Well, it can be our secret Mom,” Christian says with a smile. “Let him believe he’s losing his mind.” Grace laughs. “You’re terrible Christian. But we could have fun with that. Anyways, the reason I came looking for you is to give you this.” She hands Christian the pastel yellow bag she’s been holding. “It’s what you’ve been waiting for.” She winks at him. “I am heading back to the house. Will you be rejoining us soon?” “Yes, and thank you Mom.” Christian gives Grace a huge hug. I love seeing them like this, especially Christian. “We’ll be over after this,” he says holding up the bag. What are these two up to I wonder. “I’ll be nice and take this back to your father,” Grace says with a giggle as she grabs the whipped cream. “Unless the two of you aren’t done with it.” She smiles at me. Oh dear. “No, we are finished. Please, take it to Carrick,” I say without hesitation. Jeez Ana, relax. I look over at my inner goddess who’s giggling and rubbing her hair. “Ok you two, see you in a bit.” Grace heads downstairs and back to the main house. I breathe out a sigh of relief. “That was the longest five minutes of my entire life. Pie.. in my hair! I am mortified Christian!” “Don’t worry, she has no idea. We played it off well.” He starts laughing again. Jeez, I am going to slap him. “Not funny, Mr. Grey. We were two minutes from exposing your mother to the assault on her pumpkin pie. We almost had an “American Pie” moment. But instead of you being caught inside a pie, you were the pie. And I was going to town like the hotdog eating contest at Coney Island.” We both burst out in laughter. “Oh Ana, what you do to me.” He hands me the bag. “I hope you like it. It’s just a little something.” I take the bag and sit down on the couch to open it. There’s several pieces of white tissue paper I need to take out before I discover something soft on the bottom. I pull it out and hold it up. My eyes instantly swell up with tears. In my hands I hold a baby onesie. And on it in black lettering it says, “I’m Lil Blip”. I can no longer hold my tears back, and they fall endlessly. “I take it you like it, Mrs. Grey.” Christian attempts to wipe the flood of tears from my cheeks. “I was going to wait until Christmas to give it to you. Then when Grace said she finished making it, I couldn’t wait to see your face when you opened it. And you didn’t disappoint my love.” “I love it Christian. It means so much. I just love you.” “And I you. But you do know we will have to eventually name this baby. Little Blip will just get our kid beat up in the school yard.” “Yes, I know. But I love Little Blip for now. Thank you. Thank you for a perfect Thanksgiving.” “You are welcome, my love. And now we have a pie-eating tradition to look forward to each year.” He gives me his sexy smile. “Now I need to start thinking ahead to Christmas.” “Christmas? Can we finish one holiday at a time?” “Sure..for now. But the possibilities are endless. The Twelve Days of Kinky Christmas, perhaps?” Hmm… sounds intriguing. I cue my inner goddess to get my silver balls….I mean bells.
Hi all my GREYsessed readers! It’s two days until Thanksgiving and I just want to say how thankful I am for all of you! Never in a thousand years would I have thought this blog would turn into anything more than a greysessed gal spewing at the mouth about randomness and kink! It has turned into so much more, both physically and emotionally. I am so grateful for the opportunity to share my stories with all of you and so happy that you seem to be enjoying the kinky fuckery;) So my Thanksgiving gift to you is two blogs in one week! Hope you get your self stuffed this Thanksgiving with whatever it is you like;) Lots of Love & Laters©, Michele ____________________________ Staring out the window at the dreary grey Seattle sky makes me long even more for this work day to be done. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, which means a few needed days off from work. I gently rub my not-so-pregnant looking belly and think about what the future holds. Its been a whirlwind since meeting Christian only a few months ago, and now I stand here married and pregnant with little Blip. My phone buzzes, startling me out of my long stream of consciousness. I look down at my phone. It’s an email from Christian. From: Christian Grey Subject: Turkey Day Date: November 23 2011 15:44 To: Anastasia Grey Hello dear wife<— still makes me smile:) I hope your day is going well. Grace just called and would like us for dinner tomorrow at 3. Does this work for us? How’s Blip? I hope you’ve been feeding him/her! Back to mergers and acquisitions. Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. _______________________________ Seriously? The constant eating question is getting tiresome. Between his questions and Mrs. Jones always sticking a plate of food in my face, I am starting to get twitchy palms myself. I roll my eyes and smile as best as I know how, knowing Christian would disapprove. From: Anastasia Grey Subject: FOR THE LOVE OF TWININGS TEA STOP! Date: November 23 2011 15:49 To: Christian Grey Hello dear husband. Please stow the twitchy palms and know that I am eating. I may be stubborn, but not when it comes to Blip’s health. I am surprised there isn’t a hidden camera somewhere to monitor my eating. And no, that was not an invitation to go super stalker on me!!! And yes, 3 o’clock is fine for dinner. Shall I make your favorite chocolate cake to bring along? Anastasia Grey, pregnant and eating xo _________________________________ I hit send and try to finish editing the story I’ve been trying to read all morning. Knowing I have the next few days off has me very unmotivated to work today. My phone buzzes again. That was quick. Seems like Christian is just as motivated by work as me today. From: Christian Grey Subject: Did you just SHOUTY CAPITAL me? Date: November 23 2011 15:50 To: Anastasia Grey As if I need any reason to want to spank your little behind, you’ve given me one now. Shouty capitals my dear? Be happy that I have an important meeting in 20 or I’d come down to your office and bend you over the desk. Yes to your delicious chocolate cake. Oh, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about my special request for the one girl show featuring you. Christian Grey, CEO and front row ticket holder, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. ____________________________________ Oh shit. I forgot about his Thanksgiving Day feast for one. My mind goes back to that night. Christian was out of the country and we had engaged in a lovely evening of sexting. Yet another first for me, including the…masturbating. It was definitely sexy, but to do it in front of him? I look over at my inner goddess who’s spread eagle on my desk and ready to go. I roll my eyes at her. Close the legs, sister. We’ve got work to do before the Anastasia Grey show can commence. And I have to email Christian back with some sort of response or his twitching palms will be here in my office in no time flat. From: Anastasia Grey Subject: Private Show Date: November 23 2011 15:54 To: Christian Grey I have not forgotten about your request. I am just not sure that I have had enough practice to put on an actual show yet. I’d hate to be booed on opening night. Anastasia “stage fright” Grey xx ______________________________ Is he really going to suggest we do this? Or rather, I do this? Granted, this theoretically seems like a walk in the park compared to some of the things we’ve done in the playroom. But flying solo is definitely not something I am used to. I’ve always let Christian take the lead in these things. Okay, hold it together. There may not even be an opportunity to make this happen. I take a deep breath in and go back to reading. At least I try to. And just as expected, my phone buzzes. From: Christian Grey Subject: Backstage Pass? Date: November 23 2011 16:03 To: Anastasia Grey I am sure you will be nothing but spectacular, dear wife. As you know, I will never make you do anything you don’t want to. So if the show is to be cancelled, then so be it. It’s just that I cannot get the visual of you that night out of my head. If you do wish to cancel your show, perhaps a “backstage pass” instead? Christian Grey CEO & your #1 Fan, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. _______________________________ I giggle out loud at his email. I just love my playful Christian! If anything, it’s never a dull moment with him. And knowing that he never wants anything more than my happiness means everything and so much more. I think back to the beginning of our relationship and my introduction to his lifestyle. He always and sometimes still expects me to run for the hills. And with each passing day, I think he slowly accepts that I am going nowhere. I love him for all that he is: loving, sexy, smart, thoughtful, and kinky as hell. Suddenly, there is a calmness that washes over me. All this anxiety is for nothing. Christian is mine, and I am his. From: Anastasia Grey Subject: The Show Must Go On Date: November 23 2011 16:12 To: Christian Grey I have thought about this, and I say the show must go on! Besides, you’ve paid good money for your ticket. And I want you to get your money’s worth;) So if you can find a stage, I will be on it! And about your backstage pass? Well, that all depends on how well the show goes! Oh, and I just love you. Anastasia Grey, Aspiring actress xx _____________________________ “You look beautiful as always, Mrs. Grey,” Christian says as we make our way up the walkway of Carrick and Grace’s home. I look down at the new ivory coat I am wearing thanks to my lovely personal shopper Caroline Acton from Niemans. I do have to give her credit on this one. It’s a lovely coat and so is the little black dress I have on underneath. “Thank you, Mr. Grey. I am glad you approve.” I lean my head into him as we walk hand in hand up the path. “I think it’s those sexy boots that make the outfit. I may be having you for dessert before dinner.” “Behave Mr. Grey,” I say with a smirk. “We haven’t seen your family in a while, so dessert is going to have to wait.” “Fine. I’m just holding out for my show anyways,” he says with a wink. My stomach twists into knots. The show. Ugh. “Come on nervous Nelly. No worries, remember.” He smiles at me and squeezes my hand. “I know. I’m being silly. Let’s just go have fun with your family.” We head inside where everyone is waiting, including Mia, Ethan, Elliot, and Kate. _____________________________________ “Everything was impeccable,” Christian says then plants a kiss on Grace’s forehead. “Thank you dear. I don’t get to cook much for my kiddies anymore so I like to go all out when I do.” She hugs Christian. It’s so nice to see him finally accept open emotional and physical love. And go all out she did- turkey, stuffing, rack of lamb, lobster, oysters, three kinds of potatoes just to name some of the menu. “Yes, Grace, everything was delicious,” I say. “You’re an incredible cook.” “Thank you Ana. I hope you and that grand baby of mine had enough to eat,” she says winking at me. “Of course,” I reply and glance over at Christian. He has a look of pleasure on his face. I give him my best glare. I know he put his mom up to it. Christian walks over to me and embraces me from behind. “I think my beautiful wife could use some fresh air. Want to take a walk outside?” I look back at him and he gives me a quick wink. It’s showtime. I glance over at my inner goddess. She’s thrown down her turkey leg and singing the Black Eyed Peas,” Let’s Get it Started.” Okay, time to get Fergilicious. _________________________________ I stare at the picturesque skyline of Seattle twinkling in the horizon ahead of us. We make our way down the vast lawn to the boathouse. I notice that Christian is carrying a small brown bag with him. “What’s in the bag?” I ask. “You’ll see. I am sort of in the moment right now. Just go with it.” Suddenly I am swept off the ground and put over Christian’s shoulder. I scream in surprise. “Ssh…don’t make a scene,” he says then slaps my behind. The vibration of the smack travels to all the right places, suddenly wakening up my post-turkey slumber. He barges through the door and carries me up the wooden stairs. Flashbacks of our first tryst here comes to mind. How maddened he was for denying him at dinner that night and then him denying me an orgasm afterwards. My Fifty. How far we’ve come. Gently, he lays me down on the couch of the sloped- ceiling room. He puts down the brown bag and turns on the lamp on the table next to us. The dim light brightens the room just enough to see where we are. “So Mrs. Grey, I do believe you are wearing way too much clothing.” He gives me his sexiest smile which works every time. He leans into me and brings his hands around to my back. Slowly he unzips my little black dress. His soft hands brush against my back sending chills all over my body. His hands move to my shoulders and he slowly lowers the straps of my dress down my arms and then down towards my stomach. I watch him intently at his expert hands as he moves down to my feet. He pulls off one bootie, then the other. Without hesitating, he goes back up to my dress and pulls it down and off of me. I lie there in my black lace bra and panties and tights. “You are a sight Mrs. Grey.” He leans down and kisses my belly. My heart melts at the sight. Before we know it, little Blip will be here. “You. Are. Mine. And you too,” he says to my stomach. Oh my Fifty. I reach down and caress his hair. “But I do believe you are still wearing too much clothing,” he says while pulling my black tights down from my waist and off in one swift motion. He drops them to the floor and moves back to my panties. He places his hand over my panties. There. I gasp at his touch. Slowly he circles his fingers over my sex. I moan softly as I watch his hand work its magic. I feel my wetness start to form in my panties as my clit throbs for him. I moan a little louder. Christian then pulls them down and off again with a swift, effortless motion. He brings my wet panties to his face and inhales. Holy fuck. “Mmm, you smell divine Mrs. Grey.” Oh my. Christian drops my panties alongside the growing pile of clothes on the floor. and sits back on the opposite end of the sofa. I lie there with just my bra on. “So, do you think you are wet my love?” His question shocks me and I don’t answer right away. “Well, Mrs. Grey? I am a premiere ticket holder and would like my show now.” A fluttering sensation takes over, nerves mixed with excitement. He leans in towards me and gently grabs the back of my head. He kisses me slowly at first, then gradually it gets harder and more passionate. I wrap my arms around his neck and breathe him in as our tongues do a sensual dance. His hand reaches up and grabs my right arm. He brings it down there. Without stopping his kissing, he puts his hand over mine and lightly guides my finger to my clit. I moan in his mouth. He continues to guide my fingers slowly back and forth. Oh my god this is so erotic. Christian pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Feel good baby?” I shake my head yes with a heavy breath. He scoots back into his corner keeping his eyes on me. “Keep going baby.” I spread my legs wider and crouch deeper into the couch. I slowly circle my clit, moaning loudly. “Aaah…..aaah…..” “Fuck baby,” growls Christian. “You look amazing.” I look down at him and see his hardness through his grey dress pants. I continue to rub my clit, quickly climbing to an orgasm. “Rub your nipple Ana.I want to see you squeeze it.” Holy shit. I put my free hand up to my left breast and circle my nipple. I close my eyes at the sensation and moan harder. I squeeze my nipple through my bra while continuing caressing my swollen clit. “Christian….oh god….” I start grinding against the couch as my orgasm approaches. He reaches over to the bag and pulls out what? A turkey baster? My eyes widen at him. Does he think I am his human turkey to baste? “Don’t worry Ana. It’s brand new. Never used. Keep going baby, please.” I continue rubbing myself but keeping my eye on the Tom Turkey accessory. I start to climb again towards orgasm. I grab the pillow with my hand and squeeze it. Christian can tell I am about to come and kneels next to me on the floor. ” That’s it baby. Make yourself come.” I moan loud at his words and suddenly he places the plastic baster inside me. I scream out. Holy fuck it feels good. I try not to think of his outlandish display of kinky fuckery and concentrate on the fact that it feels incredible. He thrusts it in and out of me quickly and hard and I scream out as I come. A low groan comes from him as he continues to make me come with the baster. Slowly I come down from the most amazing orgasm. Christian removes the baster from me and leans up so that we are face to face. “That was quite a show, Mrs. Grey. Award-winning for sure.” I grin at him. “Well I guess you will win best supporting actor then,” I mutter. “Best supporting actor in a kinky role.” He laughs at me. “That was what I call embracing your holiday spirit. I am still in shock over the baster.” “You seemed to enjoy being basted, Mrs. Grey.” “Yes, it was….definitely one of those in-the-moment things. Put a fork in me, this turkey is done.” I laugh out loud at our conversation. “Well, dinner may be done but we have yet to have dessert,” says Christian while picking up the brown bag from the floor. Oh jeez. I am afraid to see what’s in there. If he pulls out a big turkey leg I will run. Instead he pulls out a can of whipped cream and a slice of pumpkin pie sitting on a dessert plate. “That looks delicious Christian. Is that Grace’s famous pumpkin pie?” “It is. And I’d love to watch you eat it. Off of me.” It looks like this show has a second act. I look over at my inner goddess who’s smiling and getting her bib on. Looks like it’s going to be a messy dessert. Let’s get it started, as Fergie would say. to be continued….xo Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all have a wonderful day of food, friends, and family. And some kinky fuckery if you can, turkey baster optional;)
The familiar scent of leather, wood, and citrus welcomes me as I open the door to the playroom. Adrenaline sweeps through my blood and my heart is pounding out of my chest. It seems like forever since I have seen Christian, but in actuality, only days. My anticipation for him to finally come home from his business trip turns to lust and desire as I remember his last text to me. **see you tomorrow night. Naked, wet, and ready.** My clit throbs at his words. Days of waiting to be together in the Red Room ever since Halloween has me longing for his touch. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be begging for the playroom. Yet, here I am. In my black lace bra and panties. Sky-high black stilettos. Feeling naughty for sending Christian a text after knowing his plane landed. **I’ll be in the playroom. Waiting.** His immediate text back proved that he is just as ready to play as I am. **You. Are. Mine. In every and any position I want.** Suddenly, I hear the buzzing of the elevator. Those familiar butterflies once again do their dance, filling me with excitement. I take a quick glance at myself in the mirror that hangs over the dresser. My breasts full and as big as they’ve ever been thanks to Blip. I tousle my long curled hair. Not exactly the runway model look I was going for but it’ll have to do. I quickly walk over to my position on the floor near the door. My heart is racing as I hear the elevator door open. I close my eyes and concentrate on listening. The doors close and I hear Christian’s footsteps on the marble floors. Then the sound of his bags being put down. A few more muffled sounds come from the kitchen area, then his footsteps head towards the playroom. I wrap my arms around my bent knees and wait. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning, dying to run down the stairs to see what Santa has left. His footsteps get closer and closer. Finally, the door slowly opens and I look up at Christian standing there. Our eyes lock and just want to jump up into his arms. He enters the room and closes the door behind him. Without saying a word, he scoops me up off the floor and carries me to the bed. My eyes never leave his as he lays me gently down. The silk comforter feels cool against my skin. Christian straddles me on the bed. “You’re biting your lip.” His eyes gaze at me. I didn’t realize I was doing it. “You know what that does to me, Mrs. Grey.” My body tenses in reaction to his dark words. I want him. Here. Now. But I know not to speak to him. He leans down and brings his lips to mine. His warm breath on sends shivers to my body. He parts his lips and his tongue finds mine. We kiss slow and passionately. “Ah,” I softly moan out as he gently bites down on my lip as we kiss. My lower body grinds the bed as I throb for him. Suddenly he stops and looks down at me. “Stay here. Do not move.” I shake my head and watch as he gets off the bed and leaves the room. Where’s he going? My inner goddess is pouting and ready to take her poncho off when Christian enters the room. He’s changed out of his suit and into his jeans. Those jeans. Oh my. He walks over to the dresser and I watch as he takes out a few things from the drawer. Making his way back over to me, he dangles a pair of handcuffs in front of his face. My body quivers at the sight of them. “Ready to play?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good,” he says as he walks to the side of the bed and takes my left arm and brings it up over my head. Carefully he handcuffs my wrist then brings it to the bed rail. It clicks into place then he grabs my other arm and handcuffs that one as well. “Does that hurt?” I shake my head no. The metal is rubbing against my wrists but it’s nothing painful. Yet. Christian reaches into his back pocket and pulls something out. And there it is. The promised pink feather from the Halloween party. His whispered words that night linger in my head as I watch him move towards me. “Close your eyes,” he orders. I promptly comply. My body is begging, waiting, anticipating his touch. What is he waiting for? I so badly want to open my eyes but I don’t dare. I gasp as the feather makes contact with my neck. It’s soft and light against my skin. Slowly he brings the feather down in between my breasts. I pull against the handcuffs as the feather tickles me. He glides it over to my left breast, circling my nipple. “Mmm,” I moan softly. He brings it to my other breast and teases that nipple. I grind against the sheets as my clit throbs at the sensation. “You look amazing,” Christian whispers. He brings the feather slowly down my stomach and finally to my panties. His hands are suddenly on my legs, pulling them wider apart. My breathing deepens at his touch. “Aah…aah,” I moan as the feather gently caresses my swollen clit. He slowly circles the feather around making me moan harder. I quickly start to climb towards orgasm. But then he stops and continues down my leg. Lightly it glides down my leg, then to my foot. Oh fuck. He knows what this does to me. I brace myself as I feel the feather touch the bottom of my foot and I gasp out loud. It’s a mixture of feeling. It tickles yet feels so erotic. He gently sweeps it up and down my foot, and my clit throbs harder than ever. He does the same to my other foot, and I am ready to explode. My moaning has gotten louder and my panties are soaked. “These need to go,” Christian says as he pulls my wet panties down and off of me. I hear them drop to the floor as Christian moves in between my legs. “Open your eyes,” he commands. “I want you to watch as I make you come.” Holy shit, did he just say that? He leans down and pulls my legs open. “Ana, you’re soaked baby. Always ready for me.” I bite my and gasp as his tongue finds my clit. “You taste mighty fine, shall I make you come now?” “Please,” I practically beg. He bows his head down and licks my clit. Hard. I scream out in pleasure. His tongue circles against me again and again. He holds me legs open and down so that I am helpless against him. “Oh god…oh god…” I scream as he slides two fingers inside me while his tongue continues to torture my clit. His fingers move faster inside me and I let go and come with such intensity I am almost speechless. “Fuck baby,” Christian growls as he continues to move his fingers in and out of me. I slowly come down from my orgasm. My eyes are now closed as I try to get my breathing under control. I can hear him removing his pants. Then I suddenly feel his hands on my waist. I open my eyes to him hovering over me and turning me over to my stomach. The handcuffs grind against my skin as he flips me and I winch a little. “Are you okay?” he asks. He places his hands over mine and rubs around the handcuffs. “I’m fine Christian. It just hurt for a second. Continue.” He places a kiss on my neck. I inhale and take in my favorite scent that is Christian. He moves down and behind me and lifts my hips off the bed so that I am on all fours. He places his hand on my right cheek and rubs gently. His other hand comes around to my front. His fingers find my soaked clit. “Aaah…” I moan as he circles my sensitive clit. His other hand moves off my cheek and down my backside to my center. He glides his finger down and finds my pool of wetness. “God Ana, you are so wet.” His fingers continue to rub my clit as he takes the other and moves up. There. Slowly circling the entrance to my backside. Holy fuck it feels good. My body tenses up as I feel another orgasm quickly approaching. “Come for me baby,” he whispers into my neck. “I want to feel you come.” I moan at his words. “Christian, I’m about to come,” I mutter. And with that he rubs my clit harder and inserts a finger to my backside. “Aaargh,” I yell out. The sensation feels so forbidden yet so damn good. He fingers me faster and I come hard all around him. He pulls out of me quickly and I moan loudly as he brings himself into me. I lose all sense of what’s going on as he thrusts into me. “Aah!” I scream as his hand comes down hard on my behind as he continues moving in and out of me. He spanks me again and again, making my clit throb each time his hand comes down. Then he grabs my waist with both hands and intensifies his thrusts. He moans against my back as I feel another orgasm approaching. “Christian….” I moan. “Come baby,” he mutters and thrusts hard. I scream as my third orgasm hits hard. Christian follows right after mine, and holds me tightly as he releases into me. My legs fall straight to the bed in pure exhaustion. Christian reaches up and releases my wrists from the handcuffs. “Are you okay baby?” he asks and rubs my wrists. “Yes,” I whisper. I close my eyes and hug the pillow. “You look thoroughly fucked, Mrs. Grey,” Christian says with a chuckle. “I feel thoroughly fucked, Mr. Grey.” I peek up at him. He’s looking down at me grinning. “What are you smiling about?’ “I just love you.” “And I just love you. Always,” I say with a smile. “I’m glad I finally got my Halloween treat. Even if it was an agonizing wait.” “Well, if I do recall you were pretty creative in filling the time while I was away.” “Yes, the sexting was pretty amazing.” “You are amazing, dear wife. Another first that I truly enjoyed.” “So did I. What will we think of next?” I ask with a giggle. “My favorite sound Mrs. Grey. That giggle gets me every time. And what’s next you ask? Well, Thanksgiving is soon approaching. Perhaps we can get creative again.” “Thanksgiving? Aren’t we going to your parent’s house?” “Yes, and I’d like to show you how thankful I am for you while we are there.” Christian gives me a sly smile. “Or perhaps you could show me what you did while we were sexting.” Oh shit. “What? You mean….” I can’t say it. Christian just continues to give me his bad boy smile. Our first Thanksgiving together and apparently I am going to be the centerpiece. I look over at my inner goddess who’s up, ready, and doing her best Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade wave. to be continued…..xo
Hello there GREYsessed readers! I was going to say gals, but I recently gained a male reader! Who knows, there may be more than one smart male out there reading! Either way, I welcome the testosterone to my blog!!! I hope you all enjoyed Part 1 of “Fifty Shades takes a Bite of the Big Apple.” I will continue the NYC saga of how a bunch of twitterbesties came, saw, and ate up the Big Apple with Ms. E L James herself! But for now, here’s part 3. Enjoy! Love & Laters©, Michele ____________________________ It’s been two very long days since Christian and I went to the Halloween party with Elliot and Kate. And two very long days since Christian promised me a romp in the Red Room with my favorite pink feather. His slow, whispered words that night in the club are still lingering in my mind. “I’ll bring the feather back to your clit. Tickle it lightly. Brush it over your wet lips. Then up to your hard nipples. Circling them as your clit throbs. And just when you want to beg, I’ll fuck you. Hard. Hard until you come baby.” I shift in my chair at the thought and remember that I am at work. I look over at my inner goddess who’s still wearing her poncho. I shake my head at her.”You look ridiculous wearing that thing around for two days now.” Because of a sudden issue with an international client, Christian has been out of the country. No feathers. No ponchos needed. But I could hear his whispers, making me miss him even more than I already do. I decide to send him an email. From: Anastasia Grey Subject: Sahara Desert Date: October 28 2011 10:34 To: Christian Grey Good morning husband. I hope the thrilling life of mergers and acquisitions is going well. I am missing you. And so is Blip. We both hope you will be home soon. Your loving and “thirsty” wife, Ana ____________________________________ I hit send and try to catch up on some editing work. Perhaps getting lost in a good manuscript will get my mind out of the gutter. Immediately my phone buzzes with an email alert. Excited, I open it up and see it’s from Christian. From: Christian Grey Subject: Thirsty? Date: October 28 2011 10:37 To: Anastasia Grey Hello my dear wife. Please explain the “thirsty”. I hope it doesn’t mean that you are not feeling well. YOU BETTER BE EATING! AND IT BETTER BE ENOUGH FOR TWO!!!! Mergers and acquisitions are not as exciting as thinking of you naked. Christian Grey CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. __________________________________ Did he just shouty capital me? Seriously? I roll my eyes as hard as I can, knowing he can’t see me doing it. Then giggle at myself. My Christian. My control freak Christian. I send him a reply. From: Anastasia Grey Subject: Tall Drink of Water Date: October 28 2011 10:40 To: Christian Grey Ok, first off…I AM EATING!!! <—- YES, SHOUTY CAPITALS BACK AT YOU! I am well aware of little Blip and his/her needs. And speaking of needs, the Sahara Desert reference was about me. Visions of feathers are dancing in my head. Your dry and loving wife, Ana xx ___________________________________ Did I really just tell him I am dry? My husband has definitely changed me over the past few months. But I love when we can have playful banter. Only, it makes me yearn for him more. Hopefully he will be home in the next day or two. My phone dings with another email. From: Christian Grey Subject: Cactus over here Date: October 28 2011 10:42 To: Anastasia Grey Visions of feathers? Sahara Desert? Well your husband is now a standing cactus if you know what I mean;) Enjoy the picture! Christian Grey CEO and prickly, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc. _______________________________ Oh my! Did he just send me that picture? Again, I shift in my leather swivel chair as I throb looking at that picture. Thoughts of Christian and I in the Red Room now consume me. And did he actually say he was hard like a cactus! I love my playful Christian. I look over at my inner goddess who’s staring at the feather picture and drooling on my phone. I decide to send one more email to Christian. From: Anastasia Grey Subject: Operation Sahara Desert Diverted Date: October 28 2011 10:46 To: Christian Grey Cactus you say? I am thinking more of a banana baby. Can I peel you slowly before taking a bite? When are you cum…sorry, coming home? How’s this picture? Your Ana, Chiquita lover xx ___________________________________ I throw my head back against the chair and laugh. These emails have gotten way out of control, especially for Mr. Conservative Christian! But I find myself giddy with excitement to see if he’ll continue this playfulness. I am also aware of the growing wetness between my legs. And a husband worlds away. My inner goddess and I are now pouting together. Really pouting. Stomping, crossing my arms like a three-year old pouting. There’s nothing like being totally turned on by your husband who’s not around to get kinky with. Suddenly my inner goddess looks up from the desk she’s banging her head against. We look at each other and smirk. Naughty. My naughty, naughty inner goddess. Still smirking, I pick up my Blackberry and text Christian. *heading home. Hope you are free to get some special texts from me;) ** I check with my secretary about the my schedule for the rest of the day. Luckily, it’s empty and I tell her to call me at home if anything important comes up. Little Blip has been used as my excuse to leave work for the rest of the day. Thank you Blip, I think to myself as I rub my belly. My phone buzzes. *special texts? I am on a conference call in 20 minutes. But will gladly accept.** My inner goddess and I happily skip towards the door to head home. _______________________________ Taylor drops me off at the front of the Escala. Ever since I’ve become pregnant, Christian has forbidden me to drive myself anywhere. And for once I agree with his over-protectiveness. After the Jack Hyde debacle, I’ll admit that I put little Blip’s safety in harm’s way. Gail is waiting outside when we pull up. “Hello Gail,” I say as I climb out of the Audi. “Hi sweetheart, I hope you are feeling okay. I don’t need to do all of my errands now with Taylor. We can wait until later.” “No,” I quickly respond. Nothing worse than a sick pregnant woman to ruin a rendezvous with my Christian. “I am fine, honestly. I am just tired and want to sleep. So having the place to myself will be perfect.” “Okay dear, just text one of us if you need us for anything. Promise?” “Yes, Gail. I promise,” I say as I grab the front door of the Escala. “Have fun together and I’ll see you both later.” I look back and quickly wave as I head inside. _______________________________________ Once inside, I make myself a cup of my favorite Twinings tea, then change into my comfy clothes. It feels so good to take off my heels and work attire. The light blue silk pajama set that Christian bought for me last week feels so luxurious against my skin. I climb into bed with my phone and a cup of hot tea. Aaah. Already I am feeling totally relaxed. I pick up my phone and text Christian. **Are you ready for me?** I take a sip of my tea and wait for his response. Instantly he texts back. **Always Mrs. Grey.** I smile at his text. This is going to be fun. Why am I suddenly feeling nervous though? Perhaps it’s because we’ve never done this before. And I am the one who initiated it. Oh get over yourself Ana. He is your husband. And you have done much kinkier stuff than this innocent texting. Innocent? I look over at my inner goddess who’s giving me a thumbs down at that. Yes, my inner goddess is really an inner slut and wants Christian to know it. I text back. **I wanted to talk bananas.** **Bananas? Are you going to tell me how you’d eat one?** Oh my. I gasp at his reply. I was expecting something sexual but I don’t think I was prepared to tell him how I’d perform on a banana. Or shall I say, his banana? I look towards the bedroom door and listen. Jeez, pull it together Ana. I know I’ll hear the elevator when Taylor and Gail get back. And it’s not like they know what I am doing. I take a deep breath in and respond. **I could talk bananas with you. But I’d rather talk about yours.** My cheeks are warm from the slight embarrassment I am feeling right now. My phone dings quickly with his response. **By all means, Mrs. Grey. What would you like to do with my banana? Details.** **For starters, you are in bed with me. Naked. With me in between your legs. Slowly, I grab your hardness. Feel how warm and ready it is for me.** My clit throbs at the thought of Christian naked in bed with me. I continue to text him. **I am on my knees in front of you. I bend down and open my mouth. My tongue lightly brushes your tip. I swirl my tongue around slowly.** **Oh baby. Do you have any idea what you are doing to me right now? Keep going.** **My hand is around the base as I open my mouth wider. Slowly I bring my mouth over you. Then close my lips over you, while gliding my tongue down.** **Ana, holy fuck.More.** **I continue to take you into my mouth. Deeper. Harder.** **Baby, yes. Are you wet? ** Holy shit! Did he just ask me that? Does he really want me to check? Why am I having a moment right now? We have entered new territory here and I am suddenly feeling awkward. I stare at my phone for seconds, minutes. I’m not quite sure how long but the buzz of my phone brings me back into the moment. **I am waiting Mrs. Grey. Yes that means I want you to see if you are are wet.** My face is burning and I am sure it’s a lovely shade of red. Seriously Ana. You can do this. I slide my straightened legs up to a bent position and bring my hand under my silk pajama bottoms. Slowly my hand inches down. There. I cup myself lightly. Instantly I make contact with a pool of wetness. I gasp at my touch. I knew I was going to be wet, but not this wet. With my other hand I text Christian. **Yes. Wet. Very wet.** **Fuck Ana. What I would do to you if I were there right now.** His words make me throb hard. My hand stays frozen on my sex. I’m not sure what to do next. My phone buzzes. **Are you going to finish with me in your mouth? And I’d like you to touch yourself as you tell me.** Oh my god. My clit aches at that text. I’m not even moving my hand and I can feel how sensitive my clit is already. **I was sucking you Mr. Grey. Deep and hard. Do you like that?** I slowly move my finger across my swollen clit. I close my eyes and moan softly. I brush it slowly again. “Mmm…” My breathing hitches at my own touch. I open my eyes to look at the next text. **Yes, baby. I am sitting here hard for you. Wishing I was with you. Tell me more.** **My lips are tight around you. I go down, slowly. Then back up while swirling my tongue all over you. My hand at the bottom. Moving up and down with my mouth.** I am suddenly aware of my heart practically beating out of my chest. I circle my clit with my finger and moan out. My other hand squeezes the phone I am holding. I don’t wait for a response from him. Instead I continue texting him. **I keep sucking you. Harder. Faster. You wrap your hands in my hair as you get close to coming. My mouth takes you in deep as you finally come in my mouth. Hard.** Holy shit. I stare at the screen. My words glaring back at me. This is all new to me but so hot. I lie there waiting for Christian’s response. My clit is throbbing and I can feel the pool of wetness starting to escape down my inner thigh. Finally my phone buzzes. **Baby.You. Are. Amazing. And. Mine. I had to put my conference call on hold. Couldn’t concentrate. All I can think about is my tongue on your clit right now.** A moan escapes me. **Ana, make yourself come. Now. Tell me you’re rubbing your wet clit.** My body jerks while reading this. I slide my pants off quickly. Another text comes in. **Think of my tongue baby. Licking you slowly. Imagine I have you tied to the bed so you can’t move. My hands holding your legs open for me.** I caress my clit up and down. Soft moans escape me as I increase the speed. Holy fuck. I can feel myself reaching my climax already. Another text comes in. *Rub it baby. Bring your fingers down to your lips. Slowly insert your finger. Then two baby. Then back up to your clit. Make yourself come baby.** Holy shit. I practically orgasm over that. I inch my fingers down to my lips. Slowly caress them. I moan louder as I bring a finger to my entrance. I spread my legs further apart as I one finger goes in. I pull out slowly, then back in with two fingers. I somehow find the ability to text Christian. ** Two fingers. In me. it feels so good baby.** I hit send and continue moving my fingers in and out of me. Who knew I could multitask like this? **Fuck baby. Keep going. Are you getting close? I can’t wait to get home and bring you to the playroom. ** **Yes Christian. I am close.** I pull my fingers out and go back up to my clit. “Aaah…” I moan out as my fingers rub my sensitive clit. I feel myself getting closer. **Come baby. Does my tongue feel good licking your clit? Licking your wetness? Come for me baby** “Aaah…” I moan loudly as I rub my clit hard and explode. “Aaah….Aah…” I buck as I drop the phone and grab hold of the comforter as my orgasm continues. I keep rubbing my clit, exploding hard. My head pushes against my pillow as I jerk about the bed. Slowly I ease up on my now over-sensitive clit. My breathing is still heavy and I try to slow it down. My hand continues to cup my sex as I lie there with my eyes closed. My other hand searches for my phone. I finally grab hold of it and text Christian. **I came Mr. Grey. Amazing.** **YOU DID?????** **YES!!! Why are we shouty capitaling? ** **Sorry baby. I just wasn’t sure if you would go with it. I am twitching at the thought of you coming. Without me at that. ** **Twitching? is that a good twitch?”** *Yes. Very good. The thoughts running through my head right now are….mmm** *Mmmm back at you. I still can’t believe I just did that.** **Yes, another first. After all this time together and we continue to have them my love.** **That was great control you gave up, Mr. Grey. Another first.** ** You continue to beguile me, Mrs. Grey.** *You’re just saying that because you are now a very horny man.** **Lol. No, it’s not, Mrs. Grey. But I will say that I just booked an earlier flight home.** **How early?** **I will be home tomorrow night. Which means I want you ready for me in the playroom. Naked.** **Is that an order Mr. Grey?** **Yes. I am going to show you how much I’ve missed you. You. Me. And a pink feather. I hope you are ready to come multiple times.** **I have been waiting for days for that feather and you, Mr. Grey.** *Well, tomorrow Mrs Grey. Until then remember You. Are. Mine.** **Always.** **Yes. I love you** **I love you Christian. Always. xx** **See you tomorrow night. Naked, wet, and ready.** I look over at my inner goddess who’s holding up her rain poncho. I give her a thumbs up. Finally. Splash Mountain here we come. My inner goddess happily gets suited up while singing, “When I think about you I touch myself.” I shoot her a look. Very funny. Let’s just hope tomorrow we are singing, “Umbrella.” Wetness redefined. to be continued……xo
Hello my GREYsessed readers! It’s been almost two months since my trip to NYC to see E L James on the Katie Show, so this blog may have missed its window of interest. So indulge me as I take a short (stow the twitch) break from the kink to write about meeting our Queen, Ms. James. Love & Laters©, Michele ________________________________ For those of you who follow me on Twitter, you know that I am what we call a “Twitterwhore.” Now don’t get your panties in a bunch~ it’s a term of endearment really. A twitterwhore is one who basically tweets throughout the day, all day. I blame it on my iphone. In todays day and age, we are never move than a foot away from our phones at any given time. And if you are shaking your head no, then you are in what we call denial. But back to twitterwhoring, it finally paid off this past September. While trolling my timeline, I saw a tweet from @50shadessource. They are an amazing twitter, pinterest, and facebook account run by two fabulous women, Natalie and Tracey. You must follow them on one or all of these social media sites for your Fifty Shades fix. (That’s me with Natalie, from 5o Shades Source) The tweet was them asking for anyone in the tri-state area interested in a Fifty Shades of Grey event. Ummm, yes! After immediately tweeting them back, I learn about Katie Couric’s new talk show. They have scheduled an entire episode dedicated to all things Fifty Shades and want the audience filled with fans! Tracy and Natalie, 50 Shades Source By now, you know about my partner in crime, Kelly. She and I have been to Portland, Forks, and Seattle over the last few years. She shares in my “go big or go home” mentality, and we’ve definitely had our share of big moments! I resisted calling her, even though my palms were twitching like crazy. She was coming over later that afternoon, so I decided to tell her in person. Needless to say, she was ecstatic as I was! “Our story continues…” I told her, in reference to our ongoing saga of crazy but true adventures of Batman and Robin! One of the exciting things about this trip was that we were going to meet some of our twitterwhores in person! This was pretty big, being that the group of women I tweet with are spread out all over the country! The biggest surprise was that my friend, Lisa, was going to fly all the way from Seattle for approximately 24 hours then head back! It goes to show how dedicated us Fifty Shades fans are! Our other friend, Linda was also coming to NYC with us. Not as far as Seattle, but she is about six hours from the city and still true dedication to the cause. The funny thing is that a few days before the show, I started feeling like I was prepping to go on a first date. You know those nervous butterflies you get in anticipation of the unknown? Well, that’s what I started experiencing! Yes, I have tweeted with these gals for months. And have shared TMI and then some with them! But meeting in person? The questions that went through my head are just funny in retrospect. What if they are crazy in real life? What if we have nothing in common other than Fifty Shades? What if we have to tweet each other as a form of communication because that’s all we know? What if one or all of them are really a guy? Yes, laugh if you will. I know I am as I type this. But when I was telling non-tweeters about this event, those are some of the ideas a person will put in your head. My favorite was a nameless person telling us that we would end up on tv with Chris Hanson from NBC, you know, Mr. I- Confront -Pedophiles- on- National- Television. What? America’s Most Wanted perhaps but definitely not Chris Hansen. We don’t aim to please in THAT way. And add my overactive imagination to the equation and you’ve got someone with 50 shades of anxiety! Truth be told, meeting Lisa and Linda was amazing! Tears come to my eyes now just thinking that I am truly blessed to have met them and get to call them my friends. I also had the privilege of meeting the ladies from @50latersbaby, Mags and Chrissy. They run a blog on Twitter as well and are in the know of all things 50 Shades. A shout out also to Tracy, another Twitterwhore that I was able to meet that day in New York! It was definitely a “group hug” kind of day for all of us! So as I sit here recalling all the events of two whole days in the Big Apple, I realize it’s a lot to blog about. Yet, I don’t want to leave anything out just in case you may actually be interested;) What I am going to attempt to do but may fail and have to rewrite, is more of a list of events: the good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s sort of like twitter, where you have to get your point across in 140 characters or less. It calls for creativity at times, with the major help from the use of emojis! My tweeting life would be as dull as a doornail without them! Hopefully my fifty shades trip will be well presented and you experience all the fun that we did! THE GOOD-pre Katie Show
- learning that E L James herself was going to be attending the show! The good just got better!
- Two days of complete freedom in my favorite city? Definitely good, actually great. Got to also visit my sister and her newborn baby. Love you baby Sarah!
- Booked our hotel online and scored a sweet deal! Thank you priceline.com!
- Did I mention that E L was going to be at the show? Getting better with each passing moment!
- Kelly and I eat at the Cheesecake Factory while waiting for Linda. This would’ve been a bad since she was running super late. But will be classified as a good. Cheesecake is always a good-red velvet cheesecake to be exact. And because I almost tweeted that “I was just bent over and spanked at the Cheesecake Factory. $19 for a 5 bite bowl of pasta,” and was stopped by one of the managers. He couldn’t believe I would tweet such a thing.(It really was 5 bites. Okay-8 or 9 at most. It was from their “skinnylicious” menu.) Well, to stop me from tweeting that, he took our bill and cut it way back! It was all in good fun, although he really did stress about the tweet! (“Can you untweet that?”) Ummm, tweet much? After wiping the tears from our eyes from laughing so hard, I explained that I never hit send. Fun times.
- Okay, that was a long power point there. Must scale back or this is now a book.
- Finally meet up with Linda at Kelly’s house. Definitely a good. She’s normal! And so sweet!
- We stay at my sister’s apartment in NYC the first night. She sees that I am not hanging with serial killers. Just some twitterwhores. That’s a good.
- Oh, I forgot to mention that I spent hours making Fifty Shades of Grey cupcakes to give to E L and Katie. Happy with the turnout so definitely a good. And they survived the drive from Maryland to New York. Double good.
- The next day we spend walking around and shopping. Ok-without going on and on about this, but we went to Macy’s shoe department. Where the entire floor is shoes. Yes, the entire floor. I don’t remember what floor it was, all I remember is I had multiple shoegasms. And I am pretty sure Kelly and Linda did too. I almost spent an ungodly amount of money on these light pink heels with a bow on the back. Oh and they had some sparkle to them. I am a sucker for pink, bows, and sparkles. Then the lady comes back to tell me they don’t have my size. Talk about a shoegasm getting cut off from you right before the good part. Bottom line-you must visit when in NYC. Bring your credit card and a Shamwow ladies.
- All good things must come to an end. Meaning we had to leave shoe heaven to go get Lisa from LaGuardia Airport. This would’ve been classified as a bad, but I love Lisa too much. So this is a good.
- We make it TO the airport basically unscathed. A good. The way home after dropping Lisa the next day…… you’ll hear about that later. That doesn’t make this list by a long shot.
- Kelly helps with a make shift sign to greet Lisa at the airport. “Twitterwhore” lovingingly written just for her.
- Lisa is cute as a button. A good. And she knows how to read a map on her ipad. Definitely a good. I get lost in my backyard.
- We drive to our hotel. The Marriott never disappoints in my opinion. And it’s accent color throughout the lobby red. As in the Red Room red. Only us freaks would point that out and get excited.
- It is decided by me that tweeting each other for conversation will not be needed. We all get along great in the car. Not that tweeting doesn’t happen and all of our phones start simultaneously dinging. “Is that my phone?” “Did you just tweet me?” Our twitterwhores not attending the show wanted to be kept up to date, which meant that we did wind up tweeting each other throughout the trip. Yes, dorks. All in the life of a twitterwhore.
- Dinner in Little Italy. Obviously a good, if not great. Carb heaven for this girl who is actually now on a no carb diet. Why, you ask? Because I have been on a “see food, will eat” kind of diet lately. And I have not run any marathons in a year. So my non-training runs plus eating whatever I like has me now eating anything with taste. Check back in a month to see if I am still alive or have checked myself into the Krispy Kreme factory to live, breathe, and eat fried dough.
- Sorry, got off on a tangent there. Lack of carbs and it being 2:29 am will do that. Little Italy was what I was saying. To die for food. Especially the bread of course. But I am only speaking for myself. Oh, and didn’t mention that it happened to be the time for the San Gennaro Feast! This means the streets were blocked off and people everywhere! And food everywhere! The C-word everywhere. What’s the C? Only my favorite Italian dessert that kills me to type because I am now forbidden to go near these desserts put on earth to torture me. I am talking about cannolis. My weakness! And there were vendors everywhere with shelves and shelves of them. My mouth is watering, so I am going to drop it before this section is a bad instead of a good. Dinner in Little Italy. Kelly, myself, Lisa, and Linda Well, on that note I am going to close out the “good” section of the pre-Katie show. There is a lot more to come. Including the show itself, and the bad and the ugly of this section. So hopefully you’ll check back in for the next installment. Thanks! xoxo, Michele