Yes–we did finally finish the game that I started on the 6th…. It ended on Saturday night with my backrub and happy ending.Continue reading “Anniversary Scrabble–The Results”
As I mentioned on Twitter, work got crazy right after we got back from Las Vegas so I had to postpone the game for a little bit. It still hasn’t eased up and I don’t see that happening for the near future so I decided that we need the game to carve out a little time for us.Continue reading “Quick Scrabble Update”
The crowd goes wild. Snake cringes and hopes that I will lose the handy bag of tiles that are stored in a brown paper wine bag from our trip to Sonoma a few years ago.Continue reading “Anniversary Scrabble”
You’ve chosen to edge yourself for an extra Scrabble tile. Well, it’s only 10 and that really not all that challenging. So, what’s Charmer to do to make it more interesting?Continue reading “Games Within Games”
It’s been a long month or so at the Snake Den. Family and traveling and colds and company has made it hard to have time to ourselves. And we do miss our play.Continue reading “Did You Miss My Games?”
It starts with a note in your lunch. Check your glove compartment box for the beginning of the quest. Intrigued, you go out and find a magnifying glass and a photo.Continue reading “Scavenger Hunt”
So, of course, Charmer won the game that was built around that inhumane cards…of game. I will never forgive everyone for simply picking incorrectly – I mean, would it have killed you to pick mine? Not a single person wrote to ask which one…
My penance – 2 hours of torture of her choosing.Continue reading “2 Hours of Sexual Torture… that really was.”
And Snake has obviously missed his favorite game. So, being the benevolent leader who I am, I am going to let him play it again. What are the rules and challenges this time?Continue reading “It’s Back….Scrabble That is”
There have been memes and life and I haven’t had time to give the results of the second round. I’m sure it has been in the back of your brain, keeping you awake at night so, here goes….Continue reading “Results of Round Two of the Game”
We finished the last round of the game on Friday morning and I promised (OK, teased) the results would be forthcoming.Continue reading “Results of Round One of the Game”
Game update: Today is day 5. We did have the one tie which really surprised me. But please participate in the polls. I want to win–and landslides are always better than by a nose!Continue reading “Charmer Silliness”
So far, one person has won both days. This could bode really well or, well, not so well for Snake. Stay tuned….Continue reading “Game Progress and Aladdin”
Snake and I have had a crazy May. Unexpected trip out of town for eight days to deal with family stuff. It was good but incredibly stressful.Continue reading “New game….and you get to help”
“So, here’s the deal…” she says with that grin. “With it being Halloween, we’re going to play a game with a mask so you can earn some additional play time…”
My head: “whut?”
I should know better. It’s just not ever simple. She starts telling me what we’re doing – but I lose track because she’s coming at me with that full bondage hood mask we picked up a while ago. It’s one of those stretchy, blindfold embedded, ear-muffling, fully head-covering masks. I’m lost in the whole WTF of the situation. Finally, I think to ask –
It’s been a really long day and as we’re just sitting chatting, you keep talking, but stand up and do this extremely slow, deliberate undressing. If you were only listening to what’s going on, you’d not even realize something had changed; you keep up the conversation, you keep asking questions, the whole bit.
But if I stop to watch, or make any indication that I “notice” (puhleaze, not something I will miss), you stop and just look at me until it’s back to normal. Then you move forward… button by agonizing button. Untucking, undressing, even throwing in some gyrating…
It’s been a time of ongoing games here in the snake den (pit? house? tunnel?) – of course Charmer is nothing if not an artist at slanting those rules … just… so. But it’s a fun and random and certainly has a way of changing things up.
So, of course, you had to know, there is a game going on (always… 🙂 ). And, also of course, you know that means that the chances of not having tasks and such as I lose rounds is, well, NIL.
I look at the calendar. The lack of W’s seems to indicate yet another game loss for you. And we don’t have anything planned for the day so it seems like a perfect opportunity to give you a chance. I like you being the underdog but it might be fun to let you think I’ll make it easier this time.
Today’s boobday is a great look at Charmer’s, well, assets.
Well, we’ve finished up the latest 2 week game stint. This was a game based in a roll of the die. A single die, a single roll. The value it returns determines what’s going to happen, from a task to “pampering” to O’s to edging to setting a window for an O for me.
You know that saying, “Sometimes you’re the bug, sometimes you’re the windshield” – well, we’ve just experienced that with the latest rendition of Charmer’s games.
This time, it was with a supermarket Monopoly game… But, of course, it has to have a twist.
And the winner is….
No, seriously? You’re still reading to find out? Puhleaze.
We all know the naked truth here. We know how the game is put together… always.
Some background – the game used trivial pursuit tiles (2 of each color) and a die. I rolled the die and the number represented the question (1 through 6) on the card that I had to answer.
So in this round, I found out all sorts of things. Things about Howard Cosell, movies, geography. It was lovely! See… I found out these things and learned them because I had no earthly idea about most of them before I started. I mean, come on.
SO, if I missed a question, it was a task of her choosing. Sometimes she’d let me try again, with an unknown cost. I had to say whether I wanted to try again before I’d know the cost. What could possibly go wrong?
If I got it right, I could try again. BUT, if I did elect to move forward, if I missed the question, I also lost any other tile earned that day.
If I got all the tiles in the allotted time, there’s a huge reward for me. For us. Definitely worth nearly any risk of tasks or cost of guesses, etc.
I nailed it. You’ll see more about that in just a bit. But… BOOYAH!
So I certainly had my fill of tasks. These included things like massages for her, wearing a plug, a lot of writing posts for the site (stories, this post, etc.). The thing that I most dreaded were the hidden costs. Sometimes it was leg massage type things, at one point it was a certain number of O’s for her, etc.
But the hardest one of all – the cost to try for another tile on the very last night – was evil incarnate and something that just flat puts you in your place and realize just how little control I have after all this time.
She set a timer.
“You cannot stop me unless you want to stop the chance to get another question. You may not cum. You may not ruin. IF you make it 5 minutes, you get another question to try to earn a tile. If you do not, you don’t. If you break the first part of these rules, you get punishment.”
No problem. I got this. I can last 5 lousy minutes, right? I mean, you’re sitting there, right now as you read this thinking “oh, COME ON! That’s easy! She let him off so damn easy!”
Well, sure. When I have some management of stuff. But she was running the show. Suffice to say that it’s extremely frustrating how quickly someone can get you to crying uncle when they set out to do just that.
So I was treated to that giggle. Her being so amused with the idea that I thought I could best it.
So, yeah. I lost. I got 4 tiles. I worked hard for those tiles, but man. To the person that invented trivia as a thing, they can go straight to, well, yeah.
So there you have it. Phase II. In the books. And now I get to pay the penance on this one. It’s awesome though. This post and full body massage for her. SCORE!
My task was to document some of Charmer’s handiwork, because, ya know, I missed a question on trivial pursuit… again. This is about 20% of the artwork.
This post doubles as our Feb Photo Fest 2018 post for today.
I don’t know that I’ll ever understand the fascination with someone watching someone else edge for them. There’s an exhibitionist streak, there’s a voyeur angle, there’s just the hotness of it. But it seems nearly universal.