And so it begins

Coming out of the shopping centre after work the heat hit us like a blanket. Oddly though it had an almost dry feel to it and looking around at the sky one could see the tell tale grey off in the distance. Still the heat was oppressive and we came home via the marina, where we picked up some prawns and fresh oysters for Him. It was simply too hot to contemplate turning on an oven.

By night the heat had gotten worse. It was like there was no air, but the breeze brought with it a distinctive odour. It was all through the house, the nose was no longer working and the eyes were streaming...

The fires have begun in earnest once more.

Life in an Australian summer is hot and dirty and filled with assorted dangers... most of them naturally occurring and outside of the home...

Which does of course make one wonder sometimes why we practise BDSM... we could just go outside for the odd vicarious thrill

Hell for that matter one can stay inside and get all snotty and teary...

So really there is no need for Him to slap one's arse when one is lest expecting it...

Scampers off to tell Him he's no longer needed