Trampolines & kids limbs, part 2

Update!

Took the child back to the doctor on Friday. We waited for a bit then a nurse took the cast off. After some more waiting we saw the doctor who said that the x-ray had come back negative for a break. HOWEVER it still hurt when she pressed her fingers on Miss11’s ankle and said ankle was still puffy. As a safe measure, it was decided to put her in a fibreglass cast for 3 weeks, just in case there was a growth plate break they couldn’t see.

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Naughty Pool Shenanigans

This is another story that borrows characters from Bree Guildford.

She started writing about Alyssa and Cameron who decide to elope to Rarotonga to get married after their respective mothers drive them crazy trying to take over wedding plans. On the trip they are joined by their three best friends, who happen to be in a polyamorous relationship (there’s a story there, and it might get written) and the following is what they get up to at the island resort they’re staying at.


Calleigh barely registered the splash of someone diving into the pool behind them because Dylan was holding her against him with one arm around her waist, his other hand in her bikini bottoms, two of his fingers slowly running up and down her slit as the water sloshed around their shoulders.

Her arms were wrapped loosely over his shoulders to try and keep up the pretence that nothing naughty was going on but it was taking all her energy to NOT moan out loud every time his fingers slid over her clit. Her fingers dug into his skin as a warning that went unheeded.

The area around the pool was mostly deserted but there were still a couple of people enjoying the late afternoon sun on loungers over the other side of where they were.

She and Dylan had been in the water for about an hour, chasing each other all over the pool for a while before just floating lazily around and making out. Soon enough things had escalated, as was the norm between them.

Her hand had oh-so-innocently brushed against his crotch, his fingers had grazed over her nipple and now they were in the shallow end of the pool, his hand between her legs.

She was getting hornier by the minute as his hand kept moving up and down against her slick flesh and she knew he was getting affected too.

She could feel him grow hard against her belly and was seriously considering pulling him out of his board shorts and impaling herself on his cock right where they were when she felt two hands grab her hips as a strong body pressed against her back. Continue reading

Of trampolines and their dangers on kids limbs… (and my phone really takes crappy photos!)

It’s summer, the sun is shining, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and the kids asked to play on the slip and slide. Which of course meant they sneaked bubble bath from the bathroom and covered the trampoline in it.

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Fun in the sun!

Great fun.

Until I heard really loud crying I identified as coming from the eldest (mine) and by then Miss8 had come go get me.

Eloise had slipped on the tramp and sprained her ankle and it was swelling up already and very very sore. I got her inside and we put ice on it. We also gave her some ibuprofen and decided it was best I take her up to Accident &Medical to get checked out by a doctor. (Sunday afternoon = pricey but necessary)

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Kids crutches were too small. Adult crutches are too big. The perks of being a Tween!

We saw the triage nurse (Brian, very nice) then waited about an hour for the x-ray (another Brian!) then waited again to see the doctor. Upon reviewing the x-ray he found something he called interesting. I asked if it was good interesting or bad interesting. There was a line on her fibula at ankle level. Enough of one to make him take the safe route and put her in a cast. A back slab I think he called it (not a full cast).

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IMG_20150125_194646 IMG_20150125_194910 IMG_20150125_195720We have to go to the Fracture Clinic on Friday for an assessment and they might do another x-ray. IMG_20150125_200936There’s one week of school holidays left and then it’s time to start at a new school. Gonna be fun on crutches!

Recipe – ChocolateSuze.com’s Brown sugar pavlova

Best pavlova, hands down!

Emma Knits

Possibly one of the best non-family related things about the Christmas/New Year period was that I found a recipe for a delicious pavlova.  Not only is it delicious, it seems pretty hard to f**k up, unlike every other pavlova recipe I have tried!  I can’t think of how many times I have found it since I first made it (on New Years Eve I think?), but I have given the recipe to a few other people, all of whom have had success with the pav – and deemed it the best pav ever – naturally I had to share!

For the recipe click here, and while you’re at it check out the social media links!

I promise the recipe is really, and it is quite cheap to make too – all you need is brown sugar, egg whites and cream of tartar… little egg separating, a little egg beating…

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Rock and a hard place: The problem with adding to our family

I wish I had a magic wand or something…

Bree Guildford

About three times a year I get myself into a right state over one particular thing.  Sometimes there is a trigger, sometimes there isn’t; this time there was.

My wife and I started dating when my youngest was around 18 months old, meaning my eldest had just turned five, her kiddos were four and eight.  From the moment I met her I knew we were soulmates, that she would be my forever and we would grow old and senile together.  I believe it more than ever and there is nothing I would change about our life together.

Well.  Maybe one thing.

A baby of our own.  I would give anything to have that little dream come true, but it isn’t going to happen, for various reasons.

And it is so damn hard sometimes.  I feel as if I missed out on experiencing something amazing with her, because we met when…

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Happy happy happy!

My babies are coming home today!

They left with their dad on the evening of Friday 2nd January. We had them the first 2 weeks of the summer holiday, it was his turn to have them, for 3 weeks, then we have them next week then we resume the regular school time schedule.

You know what?

3 WEEKS IS TOO LONG!

Especially when you never get any replies to the sporadic texts you send to your ex’s phone about things you’ve been doing. Eloise did message me on Viber briefly a week in but that was about it. On the Thursday after they’d left, I thought, ‘Man, they’ve been gone for aaaaaages!’ then realised that no, it’d only been 6 days.

On Tuesday I was driving to the supermarket, a song Aidan sings all the time started playing on the radio and I burst into tears… *sigh*

So yeah, time for my babies to come home!

Of nipplegasms and first time sex…

I seem to be posting excerpts of this story in zero chronological order. Oh well.

Paige met Jack on a plane. He sought her out in the baggage claim area and when he asked for her number Paige’s girlfriend Carly told Jack Paige would love to go on a date with him.

They met up for a coffee (and cake) a few days later and when their conversation took a turn for the personal and a bit naughty, they decided to head for his house for some more privacy.

When this excerpt start they just sat down on the couch with a cuppa and Jack asked Paige to tell him more about that story her girlfriend wrote.


“Are you gonna tell me about those nicknames? Please?”

Paige shuddered when his fingers left hers to start stroking her arm instead, causing her to bite down a whimper.

Her clit started to throb and her thighs squeezed together as she gave him a reply sure to take his attention away from those nicknames she didn’t want to get into, her eyes resolutely fixed on the cup of tea she was holding on her knee.

“Surely you would rather hear about the naughty stuff that happens in the sexy captain’s car after him and that girl drive back to his house…”

His fingers came to a halt on her arm.

“What…” Jack cleared his throat. “What kind of naughty stuff?” he asked as he started stroking her arm again, venturing higher this time. If she was trying to distract him from those damn nicknames, she had succeeded.

He watched as Paige took a sip of her tea before getting her leg from under her and leaning to set her drink back on the coffee table. She then sat back a fraction closer to him, her knees under her, facing him.

He was still stroking her arm where it was lying on the back of the couch, his free hand resting on his knee but itching to touch her. Anywhere.

As if she’d read his mind, she reached over and laced her fingers with his as she started talking again, her eyes on their hands on his knee.

“You see, when they’re in the car on the way back to his house, they get talking… and she tells him… that really…” Suddenly she looked up straight at him. “He’s the only person on her free pass list.” Continue reading