Nutty Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies
By Tonya Jone Miller | July 3, 2008
Nutty Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies
1 c. butter
1 c. white sugar
1 c. brown sugar
2 eggs
1 t. vanilla
2 c. white flour
2 1/2 c. oatmeal (ground to a rough flour in food processor)
1 t. baking soda
1 t. baking powder
1/2 t. salt
12 oz. semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 c. chopped walnuts
1 c. chopped pecans
Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees. Cream butter and sugars together, mix in eggs and vanilla, set aside. Sift dry ingredients together and combine with wet ingredients. Add chocolate chips and nuts. Form into balls, one inch in diameter, and drop 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake for 10 minutes at 375 degrees. Recipe makes 5-6 dozen small cookies. Enjoy!
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Snickerdoodles
By Tonya Jone Miller | July 2, 2008
Today I made my favorite cookies for our Fourth of July barbecue. They are super easy to make and really delicious…
Snickerdoodles
3 T. white sugar
1 T. cinnamon
1/2 c. vegetable shortening
1/2 c. butter
1 1/2 c. white sugar
2 eggs
1 t. vanilla
2 1/2 c. white flour
1 t. baking soda
1/2 t. salt
2 t. cream of tartar
Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees. Mix sugar and cinnamon, set aside. Cream shortening, butter, and sugar. Add eggs and vanilla, set aside. Sift flour, baking soda, salt, and cream of tartar together. Add dry ingredients to wet ingredients. Form dough into balls about 1 1/2 inches in diameter. Roll in cinnamon sugar mix to coat generously. Place two inches apart on a non-stick cookie sheet and press down slightly so the dough is flattened into 3/4 to 1 inch thick discs. Bake for 7 minutes at 400 degrees. Recipe makes about 3 dozen cookies. Enjoy!
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Sort of NSFW: Switching (& July 4th)
By Tonya Jone Miller | July 2, 2008
Well well well. Write a little story about dominating someone, and you better be prepared to hear about it from people who are accustomed to making you their whining, pleading bitch of a fucktoy. LMFAO! You know you you are. *wink* It’s fun to switch when it suits my mood, what can I say?
Unfortunately, it appears if I want to explore the mistress in me, I’m going to have to find subs who can accomodate my learning curve. I think I don’t move fast enough for most prospective play partners. Which you will probably find amusing, if you know me at all. But see, my life is pretty damn excellent, and I don’t want to fuck it up by rushing into a situation that’s not right for me. I have fairly specific needs and expectations of any kind of intimacy outside of my relationship with Howard, so it’s worth taking time to find the right person and moving slow enough to build boundaries and comfort levels.
I’m really looking for two people…First, one dominant male or female, because I would like to experience more intense and extreme submission, humiliation, and pain. Not only do I enjoy it, but I also think it helps me when in control to understand what my sub is going through. Second, a submissive male for all sorts of physical punishment and psychological mind games. For some reason, at least right now, submissive females do not appeal to me. Part of me thinks it’s because I would have a hard time hurting another woman (even with her consent), but the other part of me thinks I’d frighten myself with how easily I might redirect my repressed gender rage. Lol, but true.
As much as I adore phone sex, especially with an element of kink, I do need more practical bdsm experience. Thankfully, I have enough to know that things rarely turn out the way you expect them to. Being honest, compassionate, and flexible is usually a better way to both please your partner and get what you want, than subscribing to some dictate that all subs act one way and all doms another.
Just my thoughts. *smile* Now I need to go buy fixin’s for our Fourth of July barbecue on Friday. We’re just having a couple of friends over, but you know me…I’m incapable of planning food for anything less than a small army. Here’s the menu…
hamburgers
hot dogs & bratwurst
chips and veggies with dip
macaroni salad
baked beans
chocolate chip cookies (and maybe snickerdoodles)
sangria
I was thinking of making an apple pie because, well, it’s just so patriotic. But it’s also labor intensive (peeling and coring and slicing, oh my!), so in the true American spirit, I decided to be lazy instead. Hehehe! I ~am~ making the cookies and the sangria myself, but everything else is going to be store-bought. I may be a budding foodie, but on July 4th, I want pure Americana. Wonder bread buns and deli-counter macaroni salad and sugary baked beans from a can. Juicy dogs that plump when you cook ‘em (for just one day, fuck those fat-free filler dogs!). Greasy, cheesy burgers that ooze deliciousness all way down to your elbows. I’d even consider making Paula Deen’s ultimate heart attack burgers, but they take too much work. Lol. I’m off to the store…
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NSFW: FetLife & A Fantasy
By Tonya Jone Miller | June 27, 2008
I discovered a delightful website called FetLife.com thanks to my pal, Nyghtowl and have been spending far too much time enjoying it. As I’ve mentioned recently, I feel the need to explore my inner deviant a bit more, and FetLife has already connected me to a number of like-minded individuals. Yesterday I went to the Vancouver munch with a new friend from the site who has a KILLER Harley. It has been years and years since I’ve ridden a motorcycle, and OMG that sucker was quite the machine. As my friend said, “it’s a $25,000 vibrator.” Uh yeah. If I took a long enough ride on that thing, my panties would be completely soaked. I never really had a thing for motorcycles, but I’m thinking I could develop an obsession pretty damn quickly. Lol. Anyway, I’ve been promising a little something erotic for a while now…
Above You
My reflection in the bathroom mirror pleases me. I’ve pulled my hair back into a severe ponytail, and my eyes are rimmed in black eyeliner, emphasizing their almond shape. Carefully-drawn, perfect bow lips in crimson match my red latex catsuit and seven inch platform boots. I feel my heart thumping, not out of fear, but excitement. I am picturing you waiting for me…
The rough tile of the front hall scratches your naked kneecaps as you strain against the shackles securing your wrists to your ankles, but you dare not roll onto your back or side lest I return to find you in the improper position. Time ticks away as you lose track of how long you have been kneeling in this position, your arms stretched behind you, forming your body into a triangle. Minutes, hours, you don’t know…The bruises on your knees deepen to the bone, and you focus on the dull ache spreading through your legs. You silently repeat my name as a mantra, willing me to return, to see what you’ve endured for me.
My heels, finally, audible on the stone floor. You pull yourself from the trance of pain. Tears of relief, of gratitude, spilling down your cheeks as I unhook the shackles from each other and walk past you into the bedroom. As you lean forward on shaking arms, the precariously balanced nipple weights tumble off your chest, eliciting a moan you cannot stifle.
I toss a glance over my shoulder, aroused by the sight of you crawling behind me. I point to the array of whips, paddles, and floggers I’ve arranged on the floor.
“Choose.”
I feel a rush of heat in my veins as I pick up the handwoven leather and horsehair cat-o-nine you’ve selected. Standing over you as you brace your hands and elbows on the floor, bottom pushed up expectantly, I take a moment to slip my hand between your legs, digging my fingernails into the tender flesh of your balls. I can feel your cock harden and your body shudder as I withdraw my hand slowly, letting one fingertip linger a moment over your asshole. Tap, tap, tap. In rhythm with the first light strokes of the whip. Whap, whap, whap.
Today we go further than we ever have. I am surprised by the force of my own brutality as it builds and the thrill I feel as you accept my lashes. Each blow sends the heavy weights dangling from your tender nipples swinging. Your back is laced with welts and your legs criss-crossed with dark red testaments to your stamina. Your ass, so pale usually, is almost purple. My favorite color, I think, and then laugh, sparking another round of hard thwacks. They alternate with unbearably gentle caresses, which on skin this sensitized, are anything but soothing. You beg me for more and plead with me to stop in the same breath.
I pause for a moment, stepping forward to lift your chin with the tip of my boot. Glazed eyes tell me what your ragged words cannot, and I stroke your tear-soaked face.
“I think that’s enough for now.”
Have I mentioned I’ve been feeling very Domme lately? Seems I’ve been attracting more domination phone sex calls as a result…Not that I’m complaining. This whole “sexual peak in your 30’s” thing is a great excuse to indulge my fantasies and explore my personal perversions. *wink* I’m off to update Chef Crush with our newest cooking cutie and then grab a bite to eat. Maybe I’ll pop into the BCB chat room afterwards…
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Because It’s Beautiful…
By Tonya Jone Miller | June 24, 2008
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What I’ve Been Up To…
By Tonya Jone Miller | June 18, 2008
I’m finally able to sit at my desk for more than five minutes without either being in excruciating pain or too drugged out to type, so here is my long-overdue post. A few months ago I injured my back somehow, went to a doctor, was referred to a physical therapist, and eventually got better. Well then of course I stopped going to physical therapy. Then a couple of weeks ago, I wake up and OUCH. I tried taking it easy for a day or two, but I wasn’t feeling better and made an appointment with my PT. The morning of the session, I get a call from his office telling me HE got injured and couldn’t meet with me. Oh the irony. So I rescheduled, picked up some pain pills from my always-has-the-goods friend, and stayed in bed for a few days. The day of my new appointment arrives, along with another phone call from his office saying he still hasn’t been cleared for work. *sigh* I’ve been basically staying in bed except for meals and showers for the last two weeks. When unbearable cabin fever hit, we took a drive to the coast for clam chowder at Mo’s, but aside from that, I’ve been flat on my back for days now. Not that that’s anything new. Lol!
When I have managed to sneak a few moments at the computer, I admit to being a bit pre-occupied with my newest endeavor, ChefCrush.com. I came up with the idea while out with my pal, Ingrid. It’s just a tongue-in-cheek homage to our favorite cooks and restaurants, but it has actually gotten some notice. At first we were going to try to remain anonymous, but that is pretty much impossible when you’re standing there taking pictures. So I figure since I’m putting so much work in on Chef Crush, I should share it with you. Bonus: it’s a great excuse to eat in fabulous restaurants as much as possible. Hehehe.
Also, we’ve finally got a new Bay City Blues phone sex logo and will be working on changing the website over to a WordPress blog format over the next couple weeks. If you happen to notice any bad links once we get started, feel free to let me know. And here’s a sneak peek for you…
Cool, don’t you think? I like the retro feel of it. Anyway, once we get accustomed to the new format, we’ll start hiring more aggressively again. We just had to let go of another group of girls who just weren’t cutting it. Jesus, it’s hard to find decent phone sex operators and even harder to keep quality ones if you do happen to luck onto them. I feel blessed having the amazing ladies we have, but damn it’s not easy. *sigh* But enough of my kvetching. Lol. Next blog will be sexy as hell, I promise…
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Beach Bum
By Tonya Jone Miller | June 16, 2008
I should write a big long post about my life. But it looks like this outside:
I’m going to the beach. 
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I Made Chilean Empanadas!
By Tonya Jone Miller | June 7, 2008
I used this recipe. They’re pretty good but not quite what I remember from my time as an exchange student in Chile. Of course, it was 17 years ago, so who knows if I’m remembering correctly. Lol! I think I used the wrong kind of Adobo seasoning, and I like more raisins for sweetness and texture. But they’re pretty damn close to what I was aiming for. Yum!
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Read This Book
By Tonya Jone Miller | June 6, 2008
Amazing book. I’ve never read a character more like me than Sarah, minus the rape and (I’m not sure you can call it) sexual abuse. I couldn’t put the book down and read it in one day. Anyone who has ever experienced an all-consuming affair or sexual obsession will most certainly be able to relate to the story. Hell, if you know me, you’ll be able to relate. Read it.
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A Picture…
By Tonya Jone Miller | June 4, 2008
…From the Masturbate-a-Thon last Saturday night…
Photo by: Bryan Grimes
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