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The Colors of a Spanking

One thing that really attracts me to spanking in particular is the way in which I feel sensations during them.

It doesn’t happen with things like cropping or flogging, although a similar state is achieved, it’s not the same. During a spanking, it often feels like I have a lot more than five senses. And those five senses, plus all the other new ones, are heightened dramatically.

Sounds become sharper, smells become stronger, I become hyper aware of everything. And, most notably, I begin to feel a specific color.

I’m not talking like my ass starts to feel a particular color. I’m talking like my whole being and surrounding space feels that color. When his hand touches me, it feels like he is splashing me in that color. When I open my eyes, it’s what I see – everything tinted that color. I feel like I’m emitting that color from my skin, like I’m sprayed in the perfume of that color.

The first time he spanked me after our seven year hiatus, I felt red. The marks from the spanking were more of a purple welted color, but my whole being felt red for two days. During The Spanking – Pt. 2, I began feeling pink. Pink I had felt before, red I hadn’t.

I’m convinced that I know that there will be certain colors. Purple will be for the slightly heavier than red spanking, the one that leaves you kicking and writhing – big leftover bruises. Black will be for the first spanking ever experienced where you pass out or push far past a limit. And white, which I’ve decided is my ultimate goal color, is where I believe subspace lies.

I’m also convinced there will be colors that I haven’t imagined yet (and probably don’t want to), like green or blue – the first I imagine, knowing my luck will happen the first time he gets to spank another girl and me at the same time (sad laugh) and the second, I imagine will come after an exceptionally emotional spanking that results in tears and aftercare (above and beyond what is usually required).

I know, for me anyways, that there are for sure two colors that I have personally experienced in my spankings. Pink was very floaty and playful. Red was passionate and serious. I know that there are possibilities for many more emotional sensations during spankings. And I’m desperate to explore all the colors of a spanking!

Do you experience colors during spankings, outside of the color of your ass? Do you experience other heightened sensations during spankings or other sensations that don’t fit within the box of the five senses? 

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#ThrowbackThursday on Facebook – Recap #2

On December 1st, 2016, I began taking a walk down memory lane. I became a #NostalgiaJunkie.

In preparation for re-launching ValerieRayne.com, I thought it was important to look over all of what I’ve done over the years to see what worked and what didn’t and where I wanted things to go. Sometimes it’s good to look back to move forward.

So, I began collecting up all these memories on Facebook for #ThrowbackThursday.

I thought it would be fun to keep a running recap of them, since it can be a bit of a pain to find them all on Facebook (if you know an easy way, then let me know in the comments!). Here’s 7 memories I and the next 7 will be coming soon!


Posted on Thurs. Jan. 19th, 2017:


Posted on Thurs. Feb. 2nd, 2017:


Posted on Thurs. Feb. 9th, 2017:


Posted on Thurs. Feb. 16th, 2017:


Posted on Thurs. Feb. 23rd, 2017:


Posted on Thurs. Mar. 2nd, 2017:


Well, there you have it. A handy little recap of all my #ThrowbackThursday posts on Facebook.

If you haven’t liked my page yet, I’d love for you to give it a thumbs up and say “hi“. Do you do #ThrowbackThursday on any social networks? Share your experience with me in the comments below and if you liked this post, please share it or click the Like button below!

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We Got “Our Baby” Back

It’s been a few weeks since our van was stolen. After a week, they found her but she needed to get a few repairs. They also completely cleaned her for us. And today, we officially took back possession of our van. I have felt amazing all day!

I had no problem falling out of love with the truck after pressing down on the brake pedal of “our baby” again. I immediately remembered all the reasons I loved her and how much I had missed her and “screw that truck!”. Thank goodness too, because I thought I’d always be wishing for that beautiful driving experience, but nope!

Then, went down to Heritage Ranch and looked at the horses and let Cazzwell crawl around in the grass. It was such a beautiful day – just the right kind of hot as long as there was shade about, clear blue skies that went on forever and this most splendidly gentle breeze. It was hard to go back inside, but glad that I did because the house was so cool!!!

The Boyfriend had mentioned that he had heard rumors that The Sims 4 was coming to console. Upon returning from our visit with the horses, I got word straight from the horses mouth that yes, The Sims 4 is coming to console. And had a little mini game-gasm. YAY!!!

Now the plan for the rest of the night is to clean my living room, write a few blog posts (since I’ve got a few things on my mind), and then I think I’m going to work on The Mermaid. And then, I’m going to veg and try to finish Switched at Birth before going to bed. Sounds like a great way to cap off a great day!

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So Excited!!!

Before we get started: Did you notice the change?!? 

If you’ve been here before, you’ll notice that the theme has been updated! I was starting to become bored with the old one and just wasn’t finding inspiration in it. So, after saving this one over a month ago as an option, I finally just took the plunge and did it! Glad I did too, because I realized that there’s some things I need to work on updating – so that’s mostly what I’ve been up to and you’ll probably notice little changes over the coming days.

But now, onto the reason for this post…


I’m so excited!!! Like giddy and restless kind of excited. It’s kinda exciting 😉

I’m excited for a lot of reasons. First and foremost, 3 out of 5 of the kids are going away for a couple weeks. I’m super excited about it because 4 boys is a lot of work – like, a lot of work. They have a lot of energy and they all like being near each other, but can’t stand each other, so it’s been a lot of playfighting and arguing and “It wasn’t me, It was him“‘s. My brain and body could definitely use the break!

Part of the major excitement surrounding getting rid of the kids is getting to drive them out to their Dad’s. He lives about 2 1/2 hours away, so to drop them off is an almost 5 hour trip. Most of the time we try to work out dropping them off halfway. But, The Boyfriend and I have been desperate to take a long highway trip in the rental truck that we got after the van was stolen.

We hate that we love this thing so much. When we got our van, it was my dream vehicle. He wanted something sportier, but partially practicality and partially because he likes to make dreams come true, we got the van. And she’s “our baby” and we love her. But… this truck is pretty darn incredible.

I hate that I like a truck. I am not a truck person. However, driving this thing is amazing! I’m in love with the digital speedometer (something I never thought I’d enjoy, but really use a lot through school zones – as I have a tendency to go too slow through them), there is a row of three seats in the front (which I really love for the kids and because I’ve always dreamed of sitting cuddled up next to my lover on long drives), and the thing drives beautifully. Responsive, fast, powerful.

Then, The Boyfriend has two nights off. Works two nights and then begins his week-long holiday. I am so excited! To the point where it’s the only thing we have talked about for days. Every time I ask him to, “Tell me something interesting“, his first response is, “Almost holidays!!!“. And we’ll be down 3 kids for his holidays! Did I tell you yet, I’m totally super excited!!!

We don’t really have any plans for the holiday. He really wants to do camping again, just me and him and the kids that will be here – Carter’s really wanting to go again too. I’ve told him I’m definitely down, but who knows if we’ll get up that kind of energy. He also really wants to go for a drive to the mountains and has spent a huge majority of his time looking at maps to see what catches his interest. His Dad is also in town for part of his holidays, so there will be lots of family time ahead of us.

I imagine that it won’t be much of a relaxing week, but it’ll be great to have him around and especially in my bed every night!

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I Wanna Grow Old With You

Unbeknownst to The Boyfriend, I recorded this cover of Adam Sandler’s “Grow Old With You” from the 1998 movie, The Wedding Singer. Then, on our 9-year anniversary, uploaded it to Facebook (so that he would see it!). And the lyrics are so true for us!!!

I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I’ll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

Need you
Feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you’ve had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

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9 Things The Boyfriend Does That Turn Me On

It wasn’t originally meant to be, but in honor of our 9-year anniversary:


The Boyfriend is probably the best lover I’ve ever had. I say probably, because it’s not really something you can compare – or at least not fairly.

I don’t think he knows that he’s so good. I mean, he’s a confident guy who doesn’t really question these things. I would imagine that he thinks he’s just as good as everybody else is – nothing special. Even when I’m raving about his skill, I think he often doubts that I’m telling the truth. Maybe that also has something to do with his greatness – his humility.

I was sitting here thinking about all of the things he does that really turn me on, that really set him on that best lover pedestal. So, I decided it would be fun for me to make a list.

  1. He’s Surprisingly Intuitive

    Which you wouldn’t expect from just his day-to-day being. He’s kinda oblivious outside of the bedroom. But he seems to know what I want long before I’m even fully aware that I want it. Fisting is a perfect example. Just days before, I was saying that I didn’t really think it was an interest, but then it happened and it felt beyond incredible and it was exactly what my pussy had been longing for. And he knew that!

  2. Those Whispers

    He does this talking thing during sex. I’ve tried to describe it many times, I feel like I’ve always failed at getting the description right. I’ve never heard anyone talk the way he does during sex and one day, I’m determined to get a recording of it!! He can literally say anything to me in that voice and it will be utterly erotic to me. We’ve tried it, it’s true!I don’t know what it is about it. The raspiness of his half groan-half whisper. The way certain letters dangle from his lips onto mine – this almost hypnotic need to repeat him. The desperate control in his tone as he breathes out the last syllable. The way it calms me, soothes me, entices me, excites me. It’s so good!

  3. He’s Sensitive, Balanced, Flexible

    I don’t know if those things all go hand-in-hand or not but… He walks this amazing balance between gentle and firm. He makes me feel tiny and beautiful, using only his hands and that voice that drives me wild. He can tell, without a single utterance from me, whether he’s being too rough or to soft and has the ability to adjust in the moment without me even realizing.

    He picks up on the subtle changes, he’s almost never too much of one thing or not enough of another, and he’s able to change directions at the drop of a hat.

  4. He Has Amazing Hands

    Seriously…! When he does just about anything with his hands – it sends a shiver down my spine and right to the tip of my clit! He has this ability to touch me with those hands that can make me immediately wet. When he softly caresses me and I can feel that electrical exchange between us. When he roughly grabs at my flesh and takes in giant handfuls of me. His hands are strong and yet, they can be so delicate.

  5. He’s Creative

    His creativity knows no bounds in the bedroom – even though he really is a vanilla prude sexually. Even with that huge restriction though, he invents new positions on the fly and continues, nine years into it, to surprise me with moves and tricks and ways of discovering each other that I don’t think I could come up with on my own.

  6. He Knows “My Spots”

    He absolutely knows exactly where and how to touch me to achieve certain things. He knows my buttons and precisely when and how to press them. He can take me from focused on anything but sex to soaking between the legs, just with a gentle trace of a specific spot. He can switch me from playful to primal or from on the edge to over it, just by knowing exactly when and how to hit my spots.

  7.  He Watches Me Closely

    It’s surprising to me that I enjoy it at all. I get a very embarrassed type of feeling when he’s watching me. I become hyper aware of everything happening. But, it absolutely turns me on. When I open my eyes as he’s thrusting above me and he’s watching my lips or when I’m going for that second orgasm and he’s down there watching my wetness or when I’m on top and he’s soaking up the view of my bouncing bosom.Probably the hottest thing though, is when our eyes meet and we lock on each other. It brings great focus to a sexperience and an immediate intimacy. I think he would like if we looked in each others eyes more during sex – it doesn’t happen a lot – but when it does happen, ugh! So good!!!

  8. He’s a Great Dad

    On top of all the things he does inside the bedroom that turn me on, he does a lot of things out of the bedroom that really turn me on. First and foremost, he is a great Dad!

    Any time I see him playing with our kids or taking care of them or talking to them, not only does it bring a smile to my face but it definitely makes my ovaries twitch! He does so many things for this family and always does it without complaint. He goes above and beyond for his kids, kids that aren’t biologically his, our family

  9. He’s Crazy Intimate With Me

    Speaking of the out of the bedroom things he does that absolutely turn me on – he’s a super affectionate and very intimate guy, which fits perfectly with my super affectionate and very intimate-ness. People often say we’re “attached at the hip“, as if it’s a terrible thing, but we personally love it like this. We’re passionate about loving each other, in and out of the bedroom. It’s incredibly hot to be able to exchange little moments of intimacy with each other, to stop time together, in this chaotic life of ours.

Of course, this is only a small list of the things he does to turn me on. Not to mention all the ways and things about him that turn me on – like his forearms or the way that he raises his eyebrow when you’ve made him think when he wasn’t expecting it. Obviously, I could go on and on for days!!!


However, in honor of our 9-year anniversary, I’ll leave it at 9 things he does that turn me on.

And if you’re interested, you can look back over our these past anniversary posts:

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#EroticLimericks Inspired by The Brighton Tales

Today, I’ve worked on so many things. My mind is absolutely buzzing with thoughts and inspiration.

It started with my #EroticLimericks. I’ve told you about these before. My goal is to get 50 really great ones to use in the book and at least another 25 for promotional purposes. It’s been slow going mostly because it’s hard to write more than 3 or 4 at a time, before it begins to feel repetitive. Lots of breaks need to be taken. I’ve also been doing limerick research, just to kinda learn all about the art and history of it.

After they are all written, I need to decide how it’s all going to get laid out. Currently, I’m writing a certain number of poems all with a common line, such as my Did You Hear About… and On This Happy Valentine’s Day limericks. In total, it’ll equal 8 “chapters”, plus the introduction. I’m not sure how many words or pages it’ll end up being, but that’ll all be figured out once I finish writing and decide the layout.

Then we get to the fun of designing. I have no ideas where design is concerned – it is absolutely not my forte. I imagine once I get to this step, I’m going to be mighty excited because it will mean that I am so close to completing my goal of publishing a book.

Of course, all this work on one book made me open up some files of previous books I’ve worked on in the past. Some of you may have seen me write of The Brighton Tales in the far past. It’s a story that I worked on diligently for awhile back in probably 2009ish, and then basically abandoned for a really long time. One of the main characters, Atticus, still haunts my dreams regularly – begging me to tell this story.

So tonight, I perused those files. Worked a little bit on the backstory of a couple characters and outlined a few more things, and it kind of inspired me to check out all the little collections of inspiration I’ve gathered over the years in working on this story. So then, I was kinda overly inspired.

And decided to write a couple of limericks about The Brighton Tales 😉

The Brighton Ceremony
Is an annual affair
There’s an auction and games
Humiliation and shame
It’ll strip you bare

Let me tell you about Josephine
The Queen of a land called Brighton
Known for being cold
So many slaves sold
And her corset is firmly tightened

The Prince with the caramel hair
And the Royal Army’s command
He’s seeking true love
When push comes to shove
For a slave to wear his brand

Princess Aria is jealous
Of Atticus’ rise to the throne
She will never be Queen
She will never be seen
No matter how many tantrums she’s thrown

NOTE:

  • The word “slave” is a placeholder for a yet undecided word that describes a person in voluntary and renowned ownership by the Kingdom
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“Good Morning, Beautiful”

The alarm clock rang loudly, the two bells clanging against the metal, sharp and tinny, echoing off the walls. We both jumped, my hand stretching out and throwing the alarm across the room. A final ding as it hit the floor.

He wrapped his arm tightly around me and nuzzled into my neck, “Good morning, beautiful“, and I cringed into my pillow letting out a dramatic moan. He ran his hand down my stomach and over the front of my thighs, an obvious shudder following his lazy movement. “I know today sucks, but I can get your day off to a good start!“.

He rolled me onto my back, my hair covering my face. He gently wiped it away as he climbed on top of me and then disappeared beneath the blanket. I closed my eyes tightly as his tongue and lips began their journey downwards. He sucked gently on my nipple as he lifted my breast up to his mouth and his hand led the way for his lips down my stomach.

He put his hand between my thighs and opened them slightly, kneeling between them. I held my breath in anticipation and he seemed to hover there forever. I lifted the blanket to check that he was okay and he smiled at me before delving in for a taste.

He moaned as he consumed me sending a solid vibration through my already glistening body. My back arched involuntarily and he wrapped his hands up around my hips, his tongue beginning to lap soothingly at my very wet pussy. I tossed my head back and forth, half in disbelief and half still dramatically upset over being awoken. He moaned again and I melted.

He let his finger travel over my clit, followed quickly by his tongue as his finger slowly slid in me. He turned his fingers around, so they were facing up instead of down, and let another finger follow. As his fingers skillfully tugged at the top of my vagina, he sucked rhythmically on my clit, fluctuating between gentle and hard.

He moved his other hand over the bottom of my stomach, pinning my hips down to the bed, pushing my pubic mound up. He tugged with his fingers as if he was reaching for this hand on my belly all the while sucking my clit. The blankets were held tightly in my clenched white fists and he just kept sucking and tugging.

I threw off the blanket and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Pulling him off my clit, he smiled up at me and then quickly pulled his fingers out of me. I went stiff as a board and he placed his strong hands on my thighs, and he held them open as I began squirting, thrashing about with all of my might.

I collapsed back on the bed, drenched in sweat, thighs covered in my own juices and he tapped my clit gently, causing me to flinch and twitch, until my whole body relaxed and my heartbeat steadied. He sat and watched as I came down from it all, rubbing his hands along my calves and thighs.

As my eyes closed, he slid his fingers back in me, this time more forcefully. He flicked his two fingers quickly within me and again I arched my back fiercely, holding myself up on my elbows, as his fingers moved faster. He reached up for my breast, his hand just grazing my nipple and I screamed out his name.

He quickly pulled his fingers out of me and thrust his cock into me as my juices spurted out around him. Thrust after thrust, and it just kept coming. I began to shiver as the final wave swept over me and he pulled me in close to him, my lips on his neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed tightly onto his ass as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.

He lifted up to kiss me and put his hand around my throat. My hands wrapped around his forearm as he put just the slightest pressure under my chin and he whispered, “I’m cumming“, as he thrust forward, holding himself deep inside of me, unloading as he held me by the throat. He rocked gently as the last drops left him and I pushed against him with my thighs.

He pulled out of me, releasing me, as I began to cum, squirting out my own juices and his. He rubbed his hand back and forth over the wet opening and my tender swollen clit and I convulsed frantically beneath him. My hips lifted clear off the bed, my whole body pulsing.

I collapsed drearily back onto my pillow. He climbed on top of me, brushed the hair out of my face and wiped a solitary drop of sweat from my eyebrow. He kissed me softly and whispered, “Good morning, beautiful“. I smiled, “Yes. Yes it was!“.

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Wanted for a Decade

NOTE: This post was written over a month ago. The “crap that we’re going through” has not really been an issue for awhile now and I’m still working on reading through both these books. But, this post deals with other posts that I plan on publishing, so I’m publishing it!


I have had these two books #WishListed for over a decade!!!

The average bookstore in the towns I’ve lived don’t offer these kinds of books. I don’t travel and until recently we didn’t order things off the internet. However, now we do order things off the internet and now, I hold in my hands a copy of Dossie Easton and Catherine A. Liszt’s “When Someone You Love Is Kinky” and Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy’s “The Ethical Slut“.

It’s a little weird that I got these books at this exact time in my life. Feels a little profound and cathartic.

I’ve alluded to the “crap that we’re going through” and in it all, he is convinced that this whole thing is spurred by my desire to be polyamorous and kinky – and his inability to give me these things. I keep saying that that’s not where it was all coming from, but when it’s pointed out to me, it’s like… “Hmmm… Maybe it was…” (I’m still attempting to write about this whole “crap that we’re going through”, so please be patient with me…).

For a really long time, I have been utterly complacent about my authentic sexuality.

I literally went through an entire process of neglecting it. I went from having a clear definition of what my sexuality was and what I wanted, to ignoring and restraining any urges or desires that came my way that The Boyfriend might deem “freaky”. To calling myself a “Wannabe Kinkster” and changing all of my sexual identifiers to “Unsure“. And yes, it was because of him…!

It was because of this beautiful life, this beautiful relationship that we have together, this beautiful love. It’s always been like this for us. From the first time that whoever grabbed the other’s hand (we never can remember…), it just felt comfortable and natural and right. The whole broken world fell into place.

He was/is vanilla. And I understood/stand that my kinks are not his kinks – and for the most part, I am okay with that. Sure, I struggle. I struggle a lot sometimes. Less now than I used to, but it’s always looming there that I am not being authentic, that the sex we are having is not the sex I want to be having.

Don’t get me wrong. Our sex is incredible. Our sex is out-of-this world amazing. Our sex is mind-boggling. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. It keeps getting better and better with each passing year and as our relationship deepens. If I were vanilla, I would want for nothing!

But… Alas… I am not vanilla.

It feels weird to get these books in the midst of the “crap we’re going through“, because it feels like yet another loaded move on my part. I can just imagine how The Boyfriend is feeling right now. Like he will never be good enough, like I’m always looking for a kinky guy to come and kidnap me and take me away from him, like I’m unfaithful, disloyal, untrustworthy, a heartbreaker. And getting books about all the things that he’s afraid of must be weighing, to some degree, so heavily on him.

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#ThrowbackThursday on Facebook – Recap #1

On December 1st, 2016, I began taking a walk down memory lane. I became a #NostalgiaJunkie.

In preparation for re-launching ValerieRayne.com, I thought it was important to look over all of what I’ve done over the years to see what worked and what didn’t and where I wanted things to go. Sometimes it’s good to look back to move forward.

So, I began collecting up all these memories on Facebook for #ThrowbackThursday.

I thought it would be fun to keep a running recap of them, since it can be a bit of a pain to find them all on Facebook (if you know an easy way, then let me know in the comments!). Here’s the first 7 memories I ever posted and the next 7 will be coming soon!


Posted on Thurs. Dec. 1st, 2016:


Posted on Thurs. Dec. 15th, 2016:


Posted on Thurs. Dec. 22nd, 2016:


Posted on Thurs. Dec. 29th, 2016:


Posted on Thurs. Jan. 5th, 2017:


Posted on Thurs. Jan. 12th, 2017:


Well, there you have it. A handy little recap of all my #ThrowbackThursday posts on Facebook.

If you haven’t liked my page yet, I’d love for you to give it a thumbs up and say “hi“. Do you do #ThrowbackThursday on any social networks? Share your experience with me in the comments below and if you liked this post, please share it or click the Like button below!

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#TumblrFavorites – Spring 2017

Valerie Rayne Tumbles is a not-safe-for-work adults only Tumblr, curated by Valerie Rayne, that has been online since 2014 and features images, videos and .GIFs of an erotic and sexual nature.

Today, I’d like to share some of my #TumblrFavorites for the spring of 2016/2017 with you!


#TumblrFavorites

March 2017


http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/158782415346/sluts-sluts-i-fuck-sluts-sluts-get-fucked-when-i

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/158619734701

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/158618679536

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/158301669521

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/158503634726/nigerian-empress-anotherrandomblogon-fear-is

 


#TumblrFavorites

April 2017


http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/159314834336/hellish-daddy-street-art-tbilisi-georgia

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/159669244256/myalaparisienne-ulya-petrova

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/159666586546

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/159522260811/boobs

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/159315085411/kinkyquotes-im-a-sucker-for-romantic-stuff-like

 


#TumblrFavorites

May 2017


http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/160223006636/theladycheeky-happy-masturbationmonth-spread

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/160254682776/theassprincess-ismaelguerrier-soft-pink-15

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/160221892686/adriamercuri-fever

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/160221770951/robswiff-she-wins

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/160937262036/see-the-full-did-you-hear-about-series-on

 


#TumblrFavorites

June 2017


http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/162034698656/fuckableone-maddisonavenue16-awesome

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/161956308231

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/161956243846

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/161416333046/uglypnis-kostis-fokas

http://valerieraynetumbles.tumblr.com/post/161955715931/dardant-universe-marilac-mario-laboccetta

 


So, there you have it! 20 of my #TumblrFavorites from the last 4 months

If you’d like to see more content like this then I encourage you to follow Valerie Rayne Tumbles. I post to Twitter every time I’m updating my Tumblr, so follow @ValerieRayne13 to find out when new stuff has been added! And, I love to follow back.

See my previous #TumblrFavorites.

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One Hell of a Week

Let me just start by telling you, this has been one hell of a week…

We’ll start with camping. The drive out there seemed to take forever and I was absolutely shocked at how well The Boyfriend did considering he had worked the night before and hadn’t gotten any sleep yet. It took us longer than we had hoped to get out of town, but we kinda figured that would happen. The older three kids ended up staying at friends’ houses, so we only had to take the younger two boys with us – which meant that our van had tons of room for all the stuff.

The drive into Crescent Falls, down a windy gravel road that looked as if it was tearing away at the edges, had both Carter and I gripping onto our seats and he was frantically telling Daddy that he didn’t like “this“. It took us a bit to find where the family had begun setting up the campsite and both Carter and I felt great relief when the van finally came to a stop.

It took awhile to get everything all set up – we had two tents to get assembled, air mattresses and an inflatable pool (which made the most awesome playpen for Cazzwell) and getting the fire going while we were all distracted by the beautiful spot we had picked out – it was a few hours before we finally got to set out our camping chairs and sit around the fire, ready to eat the corn on the cob and hamburgers we had to cook in creative ways since a few bags had been left behind.

The night seemed to go on forever. We stayed up into the wee hours of the night, until the sky was finally dark and there wasn’t a space in it without stars. I gripped onto The Boyfriend tightly and breathed through the fear. He said, “When you’re ready to go to the tent, just let me know” and I responded, “You will not hear me say I am ready to go to the tent, so you just let me know!“.

I was most surprised at how easily I fell asleep. The water was incredibly loud and you could hear all sorts of bugs and creatures making chirping noises. It was also freezing cold – I was wearing two sweaters, two pairs of pants, and slept with two blankets on and was still cold. But tucked in between The Boyfriend and Carter on one side and Cazzwell on the other, their rhythmic breathing and combined heat – not to mention the little solar light that was placed outside our tent flashing in a way that reminded me of an alarm clock – I ended up falling asleep within no time. I woke up a couple times during the night, but didn’t have any problems falling back asleep.

The morning was probably my favorite time. The Boyfriend got up with the kids and let me stay sleeping in the tent, as the sun rose and the fire was started and everyone began waking up. By the time he came to wake me up for breakfast, I felt utterly refreshed and was absolutely surprised that I walked out of the tent with a smile on my face!

It wasn’t long before we were packing up to head home. The whole thing just whizzed by us. We had hardly had a chance to really enjoy anything and The Boyfriend was incredibly upset that we hadn’t gotten to go out and explore once. Packing up the camp was super easy and we were all really excited to be back on the road. I even got to drive a huge part of the way back home and everyone in the car fell asleep – which made me feel like a great driver. We got home, we were exhausted!!!

We unpacked what needed to be unpacked from the van right away, left the rest and went to bed. Sleep came so easily for all of us and it was a deep sleep. The kids had school the next morning and The Boyfriend woke up to get everyone out the door. He looks out the back window and realizes the van isn’t there. Ensue panic…

I get woken up and after he’s already called the cops to report the van missing, I realize that my laptop isn’t where I left it. Nor is my phone. And then I remember that my brand new camera, that we had just bought for camping, was plugged into the laptop and is also nowhere to be found. The cops get called again for an update and then insurance and car rental place and just ugh…

Honestly, I’ve never been so glad that absolutely all of that stuff is entirely in The Boyfriend’s name, because he had to make all the phone calls and deal with all the people. We had insurance come over to take statements from both of us and that has been a bit of gong show, but for the most part, I’ve just had to sit back and see what happens. However, the poor Boyfriend…

They found our van after a week of it being missing. From what we know so far, everything that was in it when it went missing is still in it. Now it’s spending time getting fixed up and re-keyed (which is surprisingly expensive and thankfully, since they came into our house and took the key, is likely covered by insurance), but it’ll probably be at least a week before we get it back.

It took me a few nights to sleep at home afterwards, since it was clear that they had come inside the house. Then it took me even longer to finally start sleeping up in my room again. However, I’m still having a hard time sleeping at night and get my best sleep in the morning, once every one is awake.

To make this last week more stressful, school is out now…

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9 of My Favorite Tweets from June 2017

I’ve been collecting up my favorite tweets for each month into Twitter Moments. You can see all of my favorites here but today I wanted to share the best of the best from June’s Moment.

If you’re on Twitter, I’d love for you to follow me there: @ValerieRayne13. If you have stuff I like, I love to follow back! It’s the best place to go to get notified when I’m posting to my Tumblr and the conversation here tends to be more sexual than anywhere else. Probably because I follow so many other people who are talking about it. What was your favorite tweet from June 2017?