Games and Grub

Otaku Puzzle [Games & Grub #2]

Ahoy everyone! It is definitely the fall in our household. With kiddo and Little Kitten sick with cold and congestion, I’ve had little time to dive into my scheduled review for the past two days. Thankfully, getting them settled in under warm covers and slathered with Vicks has helped them doze peacefully for a well needed nap.

I suppose it is a blessing in disguise that this next review I am doing is about game on the shorter side. Now, let’s dive in – tonight’s game is called:

Title:  Otaku Puzzle (available on Steam for $0.99)

Developer: Otaku Games

Publisher: Otaku Games

Booting up the game, you are greeted by a gallery of scrambled pictures of anime girls. I have to admit that given the name of the game, I definitely wasn’t surprised that the main objective is to be treated to scantily clad pictures of the anime girls. Note for those wondering the ultimate pay off for the puzzles – there’s no actual nudity involved. With no instructions (not that it’s really needed), I proceed to unscramble each picture sliding and swapping pictures on each tile until the main picture is assembled.

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“Please untangle my limbs, Senpai…”

All in all, the game has 12 levels featuring 12 different girls in various positions. Admittedly, I blinked at a couple at just the sheer impracticality and how uncomfortable the positions looked. If you brave the actual solving of the puzzle, or just pressing “F” for those impatient, you will be treated with the completed picture and awarded a Steam achievement (just because).

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Press “F” to save time. You’re welcome, Otakus -developer

For someone with a bit of experience with puzzles like these, it took me about 30 minutes of game time to complete the whole title. Needless to say, re-playability and length were not the draw the developers were going for. With the myriad of cheap games in Steam, and a sizable library of free games that give way more game play than this one, I sadly cannot in good conscience recommend this game. Your time is probably better spent looking online for pictures if that is what you are after.

That’s all for this review right now and be sure to hit like and subscribe to keep track of more coming up. And be sure to check out Kitten’s blog to keep up on her projects! Have a wonderful day and fair winds to you all!

My Rating:  2 / 5 Gamer taters – Poor

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Reflections

Reflections of a Dom#4: Establishing routines [Special Edition]

Talk-Like-A-Pirate-Day-September-19-ImageAhoy, mateys! Today is a special day. September 19 is recognized as “Talk Like a Pirate Day”! So, come on, grab your grog, and get ready because it is all hands on deck! Cap’n is going to tell ye a secret of mine. It’s something that I, and me precious First mate, and Wee Lass (My Little girl, for all ye land lubbers! :D), Kitten Kaboodle do, that help in our relationship.

Ya see, Kitten had discussed in detail how important it is to establish routine as a Wee Lass.  But I wanted to touch on how important it is for a Cap’n like me as well. We all have things we do in our day to day lives that is part of our routine. Be it, scrubbing the deck first thing in the mornin’ or hopping in the shower to get ready for work. Or preparing yummy grub for yer shipmates or a delicious poached egg on toast for your Wee Lass. We all have that something we do that gives us comfort and structure in our day.

Now ye might be thinking, how do the routines help? Now now, before ye force me to walk the plank, let me tell you.

Ya see, a day in the life of a sea Cap’n can be stressful, rival pirates be roamin’ or the Royal Navy could be huntin’ us down. But that is my role, I am the bread winner. Kitten and I have a rapport at home, I bring in the booty for the day and Kitten helps wash off the stress of the day.  My Wee Lass and I, we practice give and take. It’s a song and dance that has helped us for years. Because of our routine, it gives her security knowing that I will be coming home straight to her after work. No fooling around or taking detours in dangerous waters. She knows that she is my priority, that I will get back to her as soon as I can. And I will not waver in my mission.

She knows that I will focus and love on her after she has painstakingly cared for me ship and our child all day. My actions lets her feel appreciated and loved for all that she does. Similarly, for me, seeing her eyes light up as I walk in the door and given a big hug and sweet kiss, makes me feel that all the hard work I did for the day worth it.

istockphoto-654498910-612x612One of me favorite routines we do is our night time routine. At night, it’s my job to tuck in me Wee Lass. I get her ready by both of us hopping in the shower and washing her body down thoroughly, using me hands and body. I love feeling the sliding of her silky smooth skin against mine, my cocoa skin pressed against her milky complexion sends shivers down me nethers. And afterwards, we get her dressed in her pajamas and then it’s time for bedtime. Once she’s nestled comfortably in the hammock, I place a heating pad on her chest to make sure she’s warm all night. Then I pull up the covers up to her chin and then we start our evenin’ prayers. Lastly, I rock her to sleep by swayin’ the hammock – it replicates the swayin’ of our ship and allows her to sleep peacefully. (You can read about her thoughts HERE)

A proper night time routine, when done right, allows me and me Wee Lass  to have closure to the day. It sets us in the right mindset that we ended the day with so much love and she knows that I care about her deeply to make sure she gets proper sleep. It gives her body a chance to let go of stress and know that she’s under me protection. She knows her Cap’n will never let anything bad happen to her and the crew. Our routine is established in love, intimacy and security.

However, remember that it’s a good idea to have balance in all things. Too much routine, and ye risk having a bloody mutiny in yer hands. So remember to mix it up! Take yer Wee Lass on to the library (I hear the one in Alexandria is ripe for the pickins’!), or bring her favorite treats right on home! She’s workin’ hard as my first mate, keeping our ship in order,  educating our young tyke, and writing the chronicles for ye all. She deserves a break! Show her that you’re dependable and consistent like an anchor for her in the storm. But also show that you are the mainsail who can take her on adventures untold!

That’s all for now, mateys! May your sails stay true and fair winds to you all!

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Much love,

Captain Taliron Quinn

 

 

 

Reflections

Reflections of a Dom #3: The best decision I’ve ever made. [Thoughts]

Ahoy, my friends! Today, I am thankful. The past week has been quite busy for Kitten and I. She had oral surgery on Wednesday and for the past couple of days, I’ve been focused on getting her settled in and helping her recover. One benefit of being her Daddy Dom, is that when the recovery nurse spoke to me about her after care, most of the things she reminded me to do, I’m already doing for Kitten. “She’ll probably need help eating, you know, cutting her food into tiny pieces so she doesn’t have to bite or chew as hard.” And I thought So, just the usual as I smiled at Kitten and winked at her knowing she was thinking the same thing. I’ve been giving her the medicine her doctor prescribed and fixing her up her food and drink in order for her to speed up her recovery.

Going back to me being thankful, you might be wondering exactly what I am thankful for. I’m thankful that Kitten has the resilience of a cat, for one. 😉 Her gum wound is all but healed and stopped bleeding. The biggest challenge really has been helping her through the soreness (which has persisted for several days now) and mental stress of being out of commission. I’ve lifted up her spirits by snuggling close with her and watching movies with my sweet girl <3. I made her bust out laughing once when I jested that even though her mouth was out of commission, that just means we get to focus on her other holes more. I knew she was feeling better when she playfully smacked me laughing.

In the middle of all of that, we’re still settling in to our new place. Things aren’t quite where we want them to be for the long haul. Thankfully, our clothes are hung up and folded neatly finally and only took an all-nighter to pull that off on my end! Today, Kitten finally decided to really nest. We reconfigured our living space and I think we finally found one that was a great combination of ample space and functionality. And of course, one VERY important detail. Kitten insisted that my desk is right beside the couch so we are within touching distance at all times when we are working. Same in the bedroom, our hammocks are practically side by side that we’re like two peas in a pod.

Which brings me to my reflection topic. Touch and intimacy have always been a major part of Kitten and I’s relationship. Ever since the beginning, we looked at each other as I asked her. “What are the things important to you in a relationship?” She smiled at me as I took her hand in mine “That” she said. I cocked my head as I smiled at her asking her to clarify. “Touch and intimacy.” she whispered. I beamed at her as I nodded Me too I told her. There are of course, other things that are equally important to us as a couple, but those two are definitely up there.

In fact years ago, when we were living apart in the beginning of our relationship, Kitten and I would drive 5-6 hours one way just to see each other constantly. We didn’t care if it was hard. We had to see each other, hold each other in each other’s arms, and kiss. From the beginning we’ve been so bonded and swore to each other that before long, we were going to be together no matter what. At one time, Kitten drove 15 hours straight (!!!) just because she couldn’t stand being away from me. And so when the time came to move in with Kitten, I left my old job, my old place and proximity to friends and family behind. It was not an easy decision, but like we always told each other – Nothing worth it ever comes easy. It was scary, like leaping off a cliff. But I knew she was worth it. I trusted my gut, and to this day it was the best decision I’ve ever made.

Fast forward to a few days ago, Kitten and I were snuggled up. In our journey of reconnecting with each other, I’ve been giving sub training to Kitten daily. One of the things we had agreed upon was that we will really begin to explore kinks with each other. As I was giving fluttery kisses upon her neck, Kitten smirked at me in the special way that she does. As I read her body language, I could tell she was feeling playful and in the mood. She glanced up at me as she whispered “Daddy, can we try impact play tonight?” I smirked at her and nodded. It was something we’ve never tried together and that I’ve learned she’s really into.

So, I gently laid her down on her belly and began our play session. One, two, three, four…at some point we both lost count. Smacking my hand against her behind, I felt the warmth tingle and sting, and with every surge I felt her body quiver with pain and pleasure matched with her moans. We tried the crop too, but in true fashion with our relationship, we found that we preferred my hand – because we could touch in that brief second of impact and made our connection deeper. As our play progressed and she neared her limit, she moaned out her safe word and immediately I shifted into after care. Gently loving on her warm flesh, soothing it and letting her feel the rush of relief. But Kitten and I weren’t done. I began to give Kitten the release that she’s been begging to have. As I felt her walls around me begin to tighten, I knew she was getting close. It is an amazing feeling to feel her gush her climax on me at the same time that I reached mine inside her. I’m quite sure the neighbors got quite the earful that night 😉snuggling

After making sure she was re-hydrated, I cradled her close to my chest and kissed the top of her head. I beamed as I felt her breathing slow down nearing sleep. She smacked her lips, and kneaded my chest with her fingers and muttered “Nani…”. I am reminded of that time so many years ago of the best decision I’ve made.

Until next time, my friends. Have a wonderful day and fair winds to you all.

 

Much love,

Captain Taliron Quinn

Reflections

Reflections of a Dom #2: Reclaiming and Re-centering [Thoughts]

There is something inherently beautiful about finding something that was lost. Be it an old sock in the dark corners of your closet or an old DVD of your favorite movie from years ago, buried beneath clutter. There’s that satisfaction and sense of triumph that washes through you as you exclaim “YES!” and do a fist pump while singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS….!

And that is just for things. These things seem mundane at first glance, but it’s not really about the thing itself. It’s about the feeling upon finding that thing you thought was gone. Now picture amplifying that feeling when it comes to things that REALLY matter. To people,  to relationships and to emotions. Like reconnecting with your old best buddy from high school who parted ways with you after graduating. Or, picking up that baseball bat that you used when you played back minor league back then – you were the star back then, you were important.

I want to be as honest and transparent in sharing what I have experienced the past few days. I was so used to the status quo in my relationship and feeling invincible that nothing could ever change it. I got complacent. I took things for granted that I shouldn’t have. I should have been more pro-active and more engaged, I could’ve been more outgoing and exciting. When you’re with the love of your life, how can you not embrace every moment of life sharing that with her? I’ve let our D/s relationship go stagnant. “Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda” These thoughts ran through my head as I spent the night alone in bed missing the other half of my heart. Sleep was an elusive beast to me. I was up until I succumbed from sheer exhaustion.

Somewhere in the delirious mind full of thoughts both dark and hopeful, I came to the realization. That whatever happened, happened. I can’t turn back the time. It’s time to grow up and step up to the plate. It’s time to face my reality like a man and adapt. It’s always been that way in nature, it’s most primal law – the survival of the fittest. So I chose to stop feeling sorry for myself and shed the weight of guilt and complacency. I steeled my nerves and made a promise: From now on, I’m going to work on myself to become the man that my Kitten will always be able to rely on, someone to guide her through life and show her all the wonders this life has to give.

After I brought Kitten home, she had noticed that there had been a change in me. An energy that she hasn’t seen in a good while. Something that made her excited. I beamed at her with a look that signified something that we both knew was always in me. It can only be described as one primal impulse – hunger. After spending time apart, I was hungry for her. Hungry to touch her once again, hungry to experience more with her. I held her close, pressed my face upon the back of her ear and inhaled deep. Her scent always was intoxicating I cannot bare to not have this my mind screamed.

be4ffd92db53354ab562fdb94cea8bafI looked at her with the primal look that a hungry wolf has towards his mate. I want every part of you I thought. And she felt it, I could feel her shiver in my arms as I led her to our bed. I held her close and told her how much I missed and yearned for her. But most of all, I told her that my hunger for our relationship is back and stronger than ever. I kissed her tenderly with the butterfly kisses that I know she loves, touched her cheek in a way that made her blush. I slowly undressed her, pausing to take in her scent and kissing each part of her body. I’ve missed you. I whisper that but it didn’t seem enough. I had to reclaim her. She is mine and I am hers. At that moment, I was the hungry wolf and she was my prey.

No other words were needed to be said as we became one, once again. I felt my body and soul connect with hers with every thrust. You are mine I finally whisper as I reclaimed her completely, filling her with my love. We exhaled in bliss as she beamed at me, finally able to feel re-centered. I beamed in absolute love for her, my hunger sated for now. I think to myself You’re my home. Now I am complete once again. As we laid down snuggled up, I smiled when I felt our bodies relax. I felt the familiar rise and fall of her chest as her breathing slowed.  Finally, for both of us, sleep was no longer an elusive beast.

As the days go by, I promised myself – I will never, ever lower my guard to complacency again. I will cherish what I have and always live each day though it was my last. Life is fleeting, but the love we cultivate in others lasts forever. Friends, do me a favor – give someone you love a kiss and a hug. You never know just how much they will appreciate it.

Until next time, my friends. Fair winds to you all.

 

Much love,

Captain Taliron Quinn

 

Story time

My brief stint as “Mr.Mom” [Captain’s Log]

Ahoy everyone! I hope the winds are behind your back this morning. I wanted to share with you an experience that I had just very recently had. As I had alluded to in my previous post, there was a week that Kitten and I were apart (see her account of the experience HERE). Now that means one thing, with the first mate(a.k.a. Mrs.Quinn, a.k.a. Kitten) away – that means yours truly has to full time  look after our little guppy  – Kiddo.

Seems easy enough right? I mean, she’s pretty well behaved and self-sufficient to the point that she has no problem grabbing snacks or food that we’ve prepared when she’s hungry. “Great, no problem, Kitten. We got this” so says one naive Captain to her Kitten. Little did I know, I was about to realize just how much Kitten really does to stems the tide from Kiddo.

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So begins several days of me experiencing everything that Kitten goes through each day. We woke up the usual time, about 6am or so. Except this time, instead of seeing Kitten’s face right up to mine and then making out as the roosters crowed…I see a sleepy little face hovering by the side of the bed. “Daddy, what’s for brekkie?” I smile and pat her on the head thinking Breakfast? Easy…I can do this. “I got it” I said as I stumble out of bed quite groggy but determined.

As I set some eggs on the counter and a pot filled with water, I stare out into the window of the kitchen thinking of Kitten and how she was doing. I grab my phone and begin to text her Good Morning and How did you sleep? Just to let her know I was thinking of her. I really didn’t sleep well the previous night. When you spend years upon years just having your loved one right there in the same bed or even in the same room, your body gets used to the company. And when you yank that away, sleep goes with it. But I was determined still to make this work for her.

After sending the text, I turn my attention back to the task at hand. Cooking, simple enough right? My mind begins to wonder and think This water is taking a long time to boil and so I look down in confusion, and sure enough realized that I never turned the eye on. I swear, my cocoa brown skin turned a couple of shades redder as I turned my body, shielding the stove from view of my curios Kiddo who had her eyes fixed on me. I then stir up conversation to distract her from my faux pas as I discreetly try to rectify the situation. “So, how are you today?” I ask way more cheerfully than I expected.

Kiddo smiled at me, as if she knew what I was up to all along. “I’m good Daddy” she said before pulling out one of her favorite books – the Guinness World Book of Records and Book of Facts. For some reason, Kiddo LOVES lists and reading about outstanding feats and random facts. I know for sure she gets that from her mom. I smile and think that I got away with the cooking faux pas, and focus on cooking again. I start the delicate process of making sure everything comes out good and about the same time. I cracked eggs into the pot, and set two pieces of toast into the toaster. Unfortunately,  I cracked one of the eggs into the water a little too hard and a piece of the shell went flying straight into the water like an Olympic diver trying to win the gold medal. My eye twitched and I could have sworn that the world slowed down Matrix-style.

I look around to grab something, anything to fish out the shell due to my desire not to serve crunchy-style poached egg to my daughter. The closest thing I found was a pair of chopsticks. Let me repeat that, chopsticks, ie. two thin pieces of wood designed to pick up food delicately, while requiring skill and precision. I’m pretty sure no where in the chopsticks’ packaging did it say it was recommended to be used to pull out minuscule pieces of calcium carbonate crystals out of 212°F boiling water.

Now at this point, let me remind you what I had mentioned before about Kiddo’s favorite book that she had pulled out. And just like that, as if someone decided to just make it a bit more difficult for me:  Kiddo started rapid fire asking me questions and facts.

“Daddy did you know that the largest mammal recorded to date is a blue whale?” one

“Did you know that it is possible to hypnotize a frog by placing it on its back and gently stroking its stomach.” two

“Russian peasants place frogs in milk to keep the milk fresh” three

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“Uhuh, that’s really nice honey!” I say as I try to desperately grab the errant shell who was proving to be a worthy adversary. Not to mention, the toast was ready and needed  to be buttered before it turned cold in the chilly morning. I did my best to do the multitasking parent dance of engaging her while getting food ready. All the while, questions and facts four, five and six came out.

Finally, by some miracle, I get food ready and we are munching away on eggs and toast. I sit down and smile at Kiddo. As she ate happily, I thought to myself  Maybe I can get some work done now. No sooner that I had powered up the computer that I hear “All done!” and thus came another round. It was non-stop chatter throughout the day. It took tremendous effort to get anything done with all the interruptions.

It took us a while but Kiddo and I finally found our rapport and she even stepped up and helped me in the process of us moving in to our new place so that mommy would not be so stressed. I’m so lucky to have such a good kid.

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By the end of the day, right before we were scheduled to pick up Kitten, I was convinced. I was convinced that I married Supergirl, Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman all in one. I have a new found respect for her because it really takes a village to raise kids, I help out when I can but she picks up the slack when I work for 8 hours in the office. When I finally saw my Kitten, I just walked up to her and hugged her tightly for what felt like forever and gave her a deep well deserved kiss. I told her how much I respect and love her. I told her I appreciate everything  she does for the family and let her know that I know it is no small feat to do what she does. And finally, that she really deserves the mantle of being the best mom ever.

That’s all for now, dear friends, I will see you all soon. Have a wonderful day and fair winds to you all!

Much Love,

Captain Taliron Quinn

 

 

 

 

Reflections

Reflections of a Dom #1: Reconnecting through Togetherness [Thoughts]

For the past week, my Kitten and I have been apart from each other. (You can read up on her reflections about it in her blog here: Kitten’s blog) A whirlwind of days passed by and I experienced a roller coaster of emotions while she was away. Over the next several days, I want to dissect each and every one of them and how it has helped me grow and shape me as a Dom and my relationship with my Kitten. But for right now, she’s here with me, in my arms, and I am holding her hands – “Togetherness”

I want to focus on today and what I am feeling, but more specifically, my feelings with her.

I knew we needed time just be together and be a couple again but she has once again surpassed any and all expectations I have. She really is the most supportive and loving Kitten I could ever know. Knowing how much we’ve missed each other, I was afraid that the time spent apart would make feel a bit awkward or even off between us. But like two Lego pieces coming together, we just clicked perfectly as if no time was lost.

This afternoon, we knew that our dear car, a 2012 gray Toyota Corolla (which we have lovingly called “Betty” due to her being so reliable and such a trooper over the years) is in desperate need of a wash. I smiled knowing that the best way to reconnect with my Kitten is to fall right back in to how we were – being together all the time doing the simplest things. We looked at each other after eating our yummy lunch, (Kitten prepared an amazing tofu stir fry with rice!) gathered all our cleaning supplies and off we went to wash Betty.

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Kitten squealed with glee as she held the spout and hosed down our car. The lovely farm which we live in was sporting strong winds at this time. While it kept us cool under the brightness of the noon sun, the same winds made keeping a steady stream of water tricky and sent numerous drops of water flying every which way splashing me and kiddo! Grinning, I walked over and grabbed Kitten’s hands and wrestled the spout playfully with her sending water all over us and drenching us completely. We laughed until we nearly cried hugging each other and at that moment, I felt it. Our connection had never been stronger. I kissed her tenderly sopping wet, with not a care in the world. My Kitten is the one my heart belongs to, my home.

I pressed my cheek next to hers and pointed to the side of the car that the water sprayed over. The spray created a beautiful optical illusion bursting into different colors. She babbled in my ear “Rainbow…” grinning. I whispered softly to her “Yes Kitten, it’s a sign welcoming you home”. She burst into loving giggles and kissed my cheek, and in that moment, I knew that she was so happy and basking in my love.

Finally somehow, we were able to finish washing the car and happily went back into our tiny home. I knew I had to write here and share this wonderful experience. It doesn’t take a grand gesture, not that they don’t work,  to reconnect with someone. I have learned in the seven wonderful years I’ve spent with my Kitten that the best way is to practice Togetherness in everything you do. Yes, even the most mundane task, like cleaning your car can be used as a way to deepen your bond. I know every time we do things together, my D/s relationship with Kitten gets stronger.

That’s all for now, dear friends, I will see you all soon. Have a wonderful day and fair winds to you all!

 

Much Love,

Captain Taliron Quinn

 

 

 

 

 

 

Introduction

I am Captain Quinn [Introduction]

“The Captain? He’s tough but fair, commanding but gentle at the same time. He will just as likely to land in jail with you and move worlds to get you out…he’s a ride or die kind of friend.”- Minnie Zhang

Ahoy everyone!

My name is Captain Taliron Quinn, “Cappy” for short. I’ve just recently turned 35 years young and still going strong. I’ve created this blog to share with you my life, thoughts and feelings in this wonderful world we call life!

Here are some things about me that I would love for you all to know (just don’t tell my rival captains at sea! *winks*)

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Name: Taliron Quinn
Age: 35
Status: Married in mind, body, and soul to My Kitten – Penny Berry
Occupation: Information technology (but secretly hoping to get into full time sailing)
Passions: DDLG / BDSM / Sailing

 

In the coming days, I’m excited to share more in writing about myself and my life with my Kitten Kaboodle! So stay tuned and Fair Winds to you all, everyone!

Much love,
Capt. Taliron Quinn

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