Nutmeg Snuggling

I need a safe word, and am welcoming any suggestions from my readership… even you lurkers that never feel the need to comment.

If you are not familiar with safe words, let me take you back many years ago to an Oprah episode. She had two hard-core Dyke lovers on and they were discussing the extreme naughtiness they were doing with one another in the bedroom. Oprah asked them, “What do you do when you want the other person to really stop? Stop, Don’t, Ouch and No are all part of the game, so what do you say to let the other person know you need to stop?”

One of the dykes (I do mean that term in the most PC way, I swear) said, “We have a safe word, a word that we would normally never use in the bedroom. So when one of us says that word we know that it’s time for us to stop what we are doing.”

Oprah then asked them what the safe word was.

The women looked at each other, then back at Oprah and said, “Nutmeg.”

One of my girlfriends and I have used that word ever since that episode. When we are teasing one another a little too close to comfort… one of us will just look at the other and say, “Nutmeg.” We know that is a subject that shouldn’t be broached again.

This weekend I will be visiting a friend and we need a safe word… lest that paddle that is awaiting some fabulous stinging contact with my ass truly bring me to tears… so… Suggestions? Anyone have a good “safe word” that this OCG can call out when the fun and games are over?


Now on the opposite end of the spectrum…

Last night post seven months of flirting, missed and passed up opportunity I went to TM’s (NOT to be confused with The Man – two different men) and stayed the night. I have hung out with TM on several occasions and nothing more than a hug was ever exchanged.

I called Beach Chic on the way and she squealed… reminding me that I had to tell her everything about it today. After I told her that I was going over there last night and she said (very excitedly) "Do you think he'll spank you?!?!" I responded that I didn’t know, but he did make me “spank my pussy” during phone sex, so I am sure he had a naughty side to him. Beach Chic then told me, "Well try and make sure he does so you can tell me ALL about it tomorrow!!!" I told her that maybe there was something wrong with my friends needing all of my details to turn them on... she said, "No there’s not, I think it’s perfectly normal. Now go get spanked!"

Beach Chic and I have done everything but cum on the phone with one another (I have actually had to hang up so I didn’t with her on the phone...) The same things (read: spankings!) turn us on and we both like talking about them... I can honestly say Beach Chic has made me wet more than most men have. But fuck if a “hot stinging spanking before he peels off your wet panties covering your red hand printed ass”.... DAMN... that’s hot... how can she not turn me on when she tells me things like that?!?!

Anyway, so I arrive at TM’s front door, oddly a little nervous… he opens the door… I walk in to give him a hug and manage to trip over the door jam that I have completely avoided every time previously, and almost fall on my face. He teased me… I am sure I blushed (Yes I do blush… horribly so at times).

We went straight to his bedroom and lied in bed watching Jay Leno… he turned off the TV as I peeled my pants off and crawled under the covers. Now I fully expected him to begin kissing me or something, but he just spooned me.

I lied there in disbelief. How have I not told him this? How have I not made this clear to him? I hate cuddling. I can’t stand some guys arms all over me. How am I supposed to sleep when I can hardly breathe… just as I wondered what I was going to do to get out of this situation he started softly exhaling on the back of my neck.

Now I have mentioned this before… but the back of my neck… Oooo Doggie… typing this now thinking about my neck being breathed upon… softly kissed… my nipples are hard and I have tingles running up my spine…

Then he kissed that crook of my neck… fuck. I slowly rolled over and began kissing him… crawling on top of him… a nice pre-sleep time was had…

After our fun he returned to bed… thinking that we would now get our requisite sides of the bed so I could actually sleep… he again cuddled up behind me. To save any future confusion between TM and The Man, TM will for here on out be called Snuggles…

Here it is: Arms around me make it difficult to sleep. In addition if you truly feel like you need to have you arms around me, put your hand on my breasts... I don’t need to worry about making sure I am laying in the most flattering way.... making sure I am sucked in here, arched just right there... that’s all just too much effort if I am trying to sleep. So fine, if you must drape me in your arms, please just grab my tit and leave the rest of me alone... I am trying to sleep after all.

My ex and I found a perfect medium. He would merely place a single finger in the waist band of my panties… while we both got to sleep from the comfort of our own side of the bed… when will men learn that not all chicks like to be smothered???

If they don’t learn soon, don’t be surprised if the next time you nestle up behind me you hear me call out, “Nutmeg!”