Girl Interrupted

My grandfather passed away early this morning; in his sleep.

I was very close to my grandfather.
He had been a father to me when my father was conveniently unavailable most of my young childhood.

I loved my grandfather very much. My heart breaks today.
I ask that you be patient while I bereave.

Loss and grief, is not sexy.

Thank you.
EN

Tease

Alrighty then. I have decided to break it into pieces again; because I know you guys and gals just love the suspence... Right? Come on, you wouldn't have it any other way.

FYI - To my newest readers... If you are not into erotica and/or profanity, please skip this post. Which, really is redundant since if you are not into erotica and/or profanity... you shouldn't be here anyway. Alright, to protect my ass I have to disclose that....

Carry on. Enjoy!

We shall begin at the red heads doorstep. I check my watch for punctuality; yep, right on time. Its 6:30 and all’s well.

Bottle of wine… check.
Inherent blatant sexual attitude… check.
Readiness to delve into something other than the norm if implied... check.

My husband stands at my side, looking just as excited for tonight’s events as I do. He rings the doorbell, and we wait anxiously to be absorbed once again into our fantasy world that only few share with us.

The door creaks open and there stands my beautiful red head; wearing a red form-fitting dress. One strap sneaks down her shoulder, almost exposing a perfect breast. She looks absolutely fucking hot…. The wheels start turning…

“Hi you two! I’m so glad you came!” She motions us to enter the house; we stand in the foyer giving greetings. “They’re just getting started with dinner now… can I get you a drink?”

I extend my gift of wine to her, “This is for you, thanks for inviting us.”

“Oh, come on…” She smirked, “You’re always welcome… would you rather drink your wine? Or would you prefer one of my concoctions?”

My husband reaches out to hug her, and contends “No no, that bottle is for you to enjoy... we would love to have what you’re having.”

She accepts his hug and returns it warmly… “Okay then, I will be right back. My husband is in the living room, you can join him there.” And with that she saunters off into the kitchen.

We move to the living room; her husband rises to greet us upon our arrival. He extends his hand to my husband; they meet with a hardy handshake. He then looks to me, I reach out to hug him… he embraces me gently; sliding his hand down to rest on my lower back.

“Please sit,” he motions us to accompany him on the sofa. My husband accepts his offer; I opt for the overstuffed chair adjacent from them. They begin to talk about the events of our last encounter, and inquired about whether we enjoyed ourselves. Of course the conversation was enjoyable… after not too long, the red head entered with our drinks.
I took a gulp of mine and choked… “What’s in this?” I coughed...

“A little bit of everything” She grinned, “Why? Do you like it?”
I looked to my husband, wide-eyed; apparently having no problem with his drink.

“It’s got a bite…” I replied, taking another drink and choking again “But it’s doable.”
My attention was then diverted by her husband who seemed to be undressing me with his eyes, scanning my body head to toe… and over again. I felt meat marketed, but still okay. I look to my red head, who is positioning herself on the ottoman in front of me, she bends slightly to sit... revealing her breast a little thanks to that strap still perched haphazardly on her shoulder.
The conversation lasts long enough for us to need another round of drinks. I am hesitant to order another since I’m already feeling the effects of the alcohol… I indulge anyway.

Soon enough, the chatter shifts from parties and fornication to business strategy and financials as both of our husbands are powerful players… they have a lot in common, and a lot to talk about. Though interesting to them I'm sure, red head and I are bored with this…as we roll eyes and make small talk with each other, I am beginning to feel my nipples harden for absolutely no reason. Strange, usually I’m stimulated in one way or another before that happens.
I look down into the lead crystal high-ball glass (which is getting heavier by the moment):
“What’s in this?” I ask again… “I feel strange…”
Her grin affirms my assumption… The drink is spiked. I look over to my husband who still seems to be fine… whilst I spin into a euphoric spiral… The men continue to talk amongst themselves; everything is looking way too attractive at this point.

“This is so fucking tedious...” my red head abhors “Come on; let’s go talk about real shit…” She stands and takes my hand, “Don’t forget your drink.” She smiles devilishly again, leading me down the windowed hallway to the bedroom that we shared only weeks ago.

“I wanted to spend some time with you alone anyway… at least before dinner starts.”
We sat on the bed and made small talk; she tells me of what she’d been up to the last week or so… I oblige and share my news as well. I am still trying to hold my own with this drink; sensations are becoming more apparent… I am fighting the urge to throw her down. Since she is not implicating I do so, I will respect her… but I’m having a real fucking hard time listening at the moment. I rest my hand on her thigh and notice something rough under her skirt; intrigued, I run my finger across it…

“I have to ask you a question…” She bows her head, noticing my finger exploring.
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m kind of embarrassed to ask you this actually…” She blushes, I can’t believe it. Is she being shy? No. Not possible. Why the sudden change in her? This must be really something if she is to be coy about it.
“Go ahead… “I push on… “Just ask.”
“Your husband…” she begins. I shutter; uh-oh. My curiosity peaked largely, what is it that she could possibly be so shy about in regards to my husband?
“Well, yes…” I continue to reassure her not to be shy, but she insists on playing, “Spit it out.”
I frown, showing my aggravation with her new attitude. I hope that whatever she has to say it is not bad. Seeing that I was upset, she finally finds the confidence to ask…
“Okay, okay” she chides “You’re husband eats pussy like a champ.”
I laugh, a lot. This is not news to me, and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about, “Yes he does.”
I laugh some more “Is that all you wanted to say? It thought there was a question involved.”
“There is…”
“What is it?” my finger still exploring the hidden item under her dress.
“Can I have more of it tonight?” She still sits bashfully, looking to me for an answer.
I smile adoringly at her, was that all?!?!… “Of course you can.”

So now, you must know that I am overwhelmed with ideas of how I would like the evening to progress… but since she has made no attempts at foreplay, and dinner would be soon, I kept my ideas to myself. It was a challenge though, considering whatever was in that drink had my sensual nature heightened to an extreme I cannot describe in words.

“What did you put in my drink?” I asked again, expecting this time to get an answer.
“Why?” She smiled devilishly, “You want another?”
“No...” I began to get firm with her, “Tell me what is in the drink.”
The smile soon became a frown… It was obvious she wanted to avoid answering my question; and without fail, she changed the subject once again:

“You’re wondering what that is aren’t you?” looking down to where my finger continued to stroke the mysterious something under her dress. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes” I stuttered, eyes crossing.
With that, she stands before me and hikes up her dress, revealing the go-sign, no panties; ” It’s my newest edition…”
She takes her finger and snaps one of the belt straps, it slaps against her thigh, making the most outrageous, sexual sound ever.
It was a garter belt, red in color…lace. I bite my lip and allow my hand to slide up her leg, admiring the way the red lace accented her stark, pale skin, and flaming red pubic hair. She permits me to continue with my travels, perching my fingers centimeters from her pussy. I feel she is warm, wet, and ready for action.

I bend to her, kissing her thigh softly, following her thigh highs up until they end… and then upwards even more so… my mouth waters, her skin tastes sweet… My hand clenches, trapping her…
She loses her balance and falls to the bed beside where I sit. I move to lie beside her, and perhaps indulge in some naughty playtime before dinner. However, she notices that I too adorn a garter… and is interested in seeing mine.
“Show it to me…” she says...”I want to see yours.”

Defeated, I stand and lift my dress, exposing that I too was panty less. “I like yours better” She pouts, moving up to sit on the edge of the bed… “Can I get a closer look?”

“Sure…” I shrug, wishing that we were lying down instead, so I could satisfy my carnal urge.
No sooner had I finished my thought, she had grabbed me by the back and pulled me towards her; her mouth pushing hard into me… gripping my ass, winding her fingers around my garter straps, she slipped her tongue into my folds, flicking it…

Overcome with satisfaction I moan, excited that I was going to get what I wanted… we maneuver onto the bed, and sprawl… still fully clothed, we are enjoying each other in a very popular 69 spread. Juices covering our faces, fingers skimming and groping… heaving for breaths between tingles. Almost as if in competition, we eagerly work to please each other. Though, where as I am unable to satisfy her during my orgasm, she is able to multi-task; she’s such a good girl. I am defeated, and uncontrollable…

We must’ve been locked in euphoria for at least 30 minutes… I felt great, finally. As she moaned and arched, begging for more.
But then, I spot something – or some one out of my peripheral… it is a shadow, and I hesitate.
She noticed as well as she tilted her head upwards to inquire as to why I stopped.
I tried to make out who it was, but the sunlight shone so brightly behind them, making for only a dark outline standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

My pupils were again dilated… just when I needed them the most…

I can’t quite make it out, but they are walking in our direction. The red head sits up, wiping her mouth; also trying to figure out who interrupted us so rudely.

Tease too

“Oh… it’s just you.” The she retorts, falling back onto the bed, reluctantly.
I still struggle to make out who it is… as the image approaches; I see it is her husband.

“Alright girls” He stands over us, looking pleased but put-out, “Get yourselves together, dinner is ready.”
I move to get up, but the red head still lays, complacent on the bed… “God damn it honey, couldn’t you have waited?” She whines, “We were just getting started.”

“No dear.” Sighing, he takes her by the hand to assist her; he then grins at me as I straighten my dress and re-hook my bra. “Your husband is waiting at the dining table… Dare I tell him you’ve started without him?”

I shutter… he grins even wider, as if a dare has been implied. Putting the finishing touches on myself; I regain my composure and sprint to the living room. The red head and her husband follow; bickering like old ladies.

Once seated and provided with a new drink, we ate dinner and made good conversation. I actually got to have the most wonderful prime rib, baby reds prepared with garlic butter, steamed carrots with parsley… it was quite tasty and a far stretch from the grilled cheese sandwiches we’d been living on for so long. Across the table I could feel her husbands gaze permeating me… still undressing… methodically planning perhaps how he would have me tonight? I was unsure, but it was turning me on beyond belief. The graying temples and attractive crows’ feet made this game even more appealing… and suspenseful.

Once dinner was over, I still felt highly intoxicated… euphoric, and unable to comprehend most of my surroundings. Both in conversation and otherwise… my focus was simple… what was I going to fuck next?

We moved into the game room to play pool, still drinking… and still laughing. For the life of me I could not hit a pocket, or a ball for that matter. Everything was soft, warm, and doubled. My senses were tingling, like ginger ale… I became enthralled in a conversation with her husband; my full attention was then onto him.
“So, she tells me you write?”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“What do you write…?”
“Well, actually, I dabble a bit.”
“Really?” His brow raised, as if intrigued...”You dabble?”
I laughed as this sounded sort-of funny to me at the moment. “I do…Mostly though, I philander...”
Now he laughs, crows’ feet working overtime, “Philandering is good.”

And then silence as he makes his shot...

But not for long as I hear something emitting from the next room… I look towards the study where the sound was coming from… It was groaning; it was deep and manly…

I swing around to look for husband and red head, which are no where to be found. That’s my husband in there! Holy fuck, what the hell just happened?
I dart for the door, but her husband steps in my way, blocking my passage.

“Do you really want to see in there?” He puts his hand out, grabbing my shoulder.
“That’s my husband!” I exclaim.
“And that’s my wife…” he added “Didn’t you assume that would happen?”

“Well, yeah.” I calmed a bit, he was right. I did assume it would happen; but I thought I would at least have fair warning, or perhaps participation! “I did assume it would happen I guess, just wanted to be part of it.”
He put down his pool stick and rested his other hand on my waist; “You will,” he reassured…”You will.”
We went back to playing pool, though the sounds of passionate screaming from the adjacent room was enough for me to break my cue stick in half. I was stressed, senses still heightened… perhaps a little angry or jealous. I tried to take a shot, but couldn't concentrate...

“Can I just see?” I begged him “It’s driving me crazy…”

“Which part is driving you crazy...?” He enquired. “Is it the not knowing or not participating?”

I tried to make it as obvious as I could that this made me unhappy and I was going to kick his ass if he would not let me peek. I let out a very firm “both.” Nostrils flaring.

“Okay then,” he grabs a remote propped on the table near the bar, “I will indulge.”

He hits the power button, the large 32 inch flat screen evolves from the ceiling… Alright, I admit I thought that was cool, and it distracted me for the moment.
He hit another button; which in turn projected exactly what I had predicted… in 32 inch color. My husband’s cock buried deep within the red head, and she was loving it.

In a precarious position, my husband had her bent over the backside of the couch, gripping her shoulders, pounding her with much force. So hard in fact, I swore he would break her. In and out, in and out… her bucking wildly, madly… screaming obscenities and re-affirming that he was absolutely the best. Mouth agape... my worse fears confirmed, but yet... really fucking exciting.

“Do you feel better now?” Her husband asked, coming to me, “Now that you’ve seen it?” He clicked another button; the monitor disappeared back into the ceiling.

And then I realized; that’s why we had come there. “I need another drink” I sighed.
He obliged, we played pool while my husband got his in the corner pocket.

Not too long through our second game the sounds stopped; and once again I felt fucking euphoric. Her husband and I were having such a good time at this point I didn’t care about the incident. I was alright with it, and thinking to myself…hmmm, I’m not leaving here until I get mine. That’s when her husband said the words….

The words that changed the venue of the whole evening……and perhaps my sex life; forever.

“Do you trust me?”


To be continued.....

Tease Three

“Trust you? I don’t even know you…” I snickered. At the time it seemed like the only appropriate response; especially since I had only ever been in the company of his wife – and never him alone “…are you offering that I engage in something that requires trust on my part?” I package the question with a devilish grin as my mind reels and anticipates the fornicating I hoped would proceed this conversation.

“Perhaps, but trust is neither here nor there… the correct question should be will you permit me?” He matches my grin, and ups the ante with ever increasing crows feet. Then raises the par as he runs his fingers through his graying coif; almost as if he knows that excites me, and deemed the challenge irresistible.

Then, his voice softened but still exuded an err of confidence “Considering I know what you’re thinking at the moment, it would be wise to permit, wouldn’t you agree?”

I think back, moments earlier when the cries of passion echoed through the empty home. Cries of passion from his wife, and my husband. And why hadn’t they returned from their love fest? Perhaps it was my turn and they sit stagnant in the other room waiting to hear permitting returns from us. Or, maybe they were waiting for us to join them?

Either way I needed to make up my mind, he was approaching quickly…and the moment felt too good to be true. I now heard the words like slow motion, creeping from my lips and spilling into his ear like a sweet song “I permit you.” His face glowed, and he smiled once again, only with excitement.

Upon hearing my acceptance his approach changed direction, he pivots over to a small oak box near the dart board and retrieves something from it. Masking it in his hand, he returns and steps behind me, almost as a vulture stalks it’s prey. “I am glad…” he soothes under his breath, “let the games begin.”

With that he reaches over my head with both hands and secures a black velveteen blindfold to my face… He then begins to monologue:

“Touch is one of our most heightened senses, especially when one of our senses are dulled. To truly experience the full impact of this sense, I must ask you to not worry so much about being blinded, but to concentrate more on your other senses… live them differently….”

He is still standing behind me, but one hand slides up my dress, gliding fingertips along my bare thigh; stopping at the garter belt. Since he is much taller than me, he leans in… I can feel his breath on the nape of my neck, his semi-hardened cock pressing ever so slightly against my lower back.
“… as I touch you now, I want you to tell me how it feels, does it feel differently? Is it perhaps better than were you to see it?”

I answer “It feels really good, better than to see it.”

He chuckles a bit “You’re not necessarily a visual person now are you.”
I chuckle back, apprehensively though… not sure where this is going “I guess not.”

He then responds, the whole breath on neck thing driving me absolutely crazy “What do you want me to touch next?”
“I really don’t care at this point…” I began to tremble a bit as I felt his fingers adventuring into the inner thigh, still gliding smoothly and softly.
“So you’re submissive as well?” He sounds even more excited, and it was confirmed by how hard his cock had gotten in the last few seconds.

I think I understood the game now though, at least a little better. I felt more at ease and playful, to this I replied with a smile “Not always, but tonight perhaps.”

I felt my pubic hair shift and the warmth of his full on hand cupping my pussy, his middle finger rested just between my swollen lips. “Tonight perhaps?” His finger pressed in a little, I felt my legs weaken… ”Feisty too I see, I like that…”

Then he began to slide his finger just a bit, I immediately felt a gush of wetness as my eyes rolled in the back of my head. This feeling was awesome.

“So tell me my submissive feisty one, if I took my hand away… would it displease you?”

“Yes.”

He then removed his hand, I felt panic. Submissive yes; overly submissive?... Yes. What, you’re just going to get me all worked up and leave me here in agony? What the fuck? I could still feel him there behind me, his breath…
“Do not worry your beautiful head…” he ran his fingers down the back of my head, pulling just a bit, “I will not leave you unattended to, I must first prepare you.”

With that he lifts my dress up over my head, removing it. There I stand in nothing but a bra, garter, and shoes…. He then bows to remove my shoes, one after the other he slowly unfastens the buckle, and slides it off of my feet… messaging as he removes them, assisting me to stand so I do not lose my balance (thank god). I was still unsteady from the euphoric cocktails and needed help in that area. His hands rest dutifully on my hips, caressing my sides as he stands, moving back to remove my bra. I feel my breasts liberate as I hear the lace strapless hit the floor. My nipples harden but not from the freedom, it is from the excitement, and his experience in doing what he was doing.
I hear and feel him come behind me again. His kisses come softly to my shoulder; moving up my neck. Taking his time to cover every inch of his trail, his lips are firm… and warm. His hands now cupping my breasts; I reach up to rest a hand on the back of his head, welcoming the affection… needing him to continue. I try to squirm a bit so his finger tips are placed upon nipples, but was not successful… against my half-naked body I could tell he was still clothed... but fully erect.

“So here you stand” he whispers “Almost ready for the party then, aren’t we?”
The kisses come more frequently, aggressively… I am hotter than ever. One hand abandons it’s place and fumbles with my garter belt, popping it off of my thigh-highs; then the other. With one fell swoop my garter belt is gone, soon followed by my stockings which were then used to secure my hands behind my back. Bondage and blind folded... Worrisome? Yes. Bothersome? No.

I felt scared, but excited. This was new to me as it pertains to some one other than my husband…. What was in store for me now; that I stand here blindfolded and secured… while he stands clothed and running the show…. But what’s that I hear? A door sliding open? Yes. Her husband attests “Let’s go then shall we?”

I am led into another room, obviously… I can smell the scents mixing as the air changes; in this new room now heavily hung a hint of candle wax, incense, and fresh sex… It was warmer than where we came from, almost musky. It must be the living room.

This is where my husband and red head should be, but are they? I can’t seem to hear anybody but my accompanier, as well I cannot reach to feel if they are near? I do hear very soft music playing in the background, I cannot distinguish it… perhaps it’s coming from another room… perhaps they are there and we are alone?

So many questions… what a mind fuck.

Somehow, the coupling of the cocktails, scent of the room, and feel of his touch as he guided me to my destination made for a very intense sexual feeling. One I had never experienced feeling before. I suppose we always get this way when we try something new and/or are out of control…

My pussy was so hot and wet from the encounter in the game room, I could feel how lubricated it was when I walked… I became even more excited after that and wished I could just fuck something already and get it over with.

He stopped me short of what felt like a sofa or chaise lounge; at least that’s what my calves were deciphering as they rested against it. I moved to bend over a bit, but his large hands pulled my back to a standing position. “Oh no you don’t…” he cautioned “You’re not bending over… not yet anyway.”

I then felt him step away from me, my excitement was diminishing quickly as I concentrated on how Mc Guyver would get out of this situation… blindfolded and bound, stark naked. This was now making me a bit uncomfortable.. and the anticipation was killing me. I decided I would just stand and wait… perhaps he was admiring me and getting undressed himself.

But then, another sound… Motion on the furniture before me? A limb moving perhaps?

Or maybe more, because all at once I felt multiple hands touching me in various places. I tried to count how many it could be… they were everywhere.

Between throws of sighs and tingles, I managed to count six… Six hands…. Exploring every curve, cleft, valley, and hair.

One hand in particular began to tease my clit a little, while another encircled a nipple, tugging a little on it here and there. Another swept through my hair and grabbed a handful, a hot mouth hit sharply on my collar bone… sucking and licking downwards, owning my right tit. I moaned, not just at the oral pleasure; but due to the finger rubbing my pussy, dipping in to tease me every once in awhile… absolutely enjoying the lubrication I had provided. Another mouth explores the same, fighting for territory with the finger nestled inside of me… I need to lay down, I’m not even to the part where I should orgasm; but I’m about to.

Tease For

Weakened knees have forced me to stumble, I twist to land on my back. Hands, fingers, and mouths still moving; I land softly on what I can only assume is the sofa. My companions move with me, and seem to now occupy their essential parts. Two focusing on working my pussy, while the other revels and paws my breasts. I breath deeply and try to shun the climax so apparently impending... But I fail.
The blindfold and binds hold steady; I struggle and writhe, pelvis gyrating like mad. Eyes squeezed tightly and teeth clenched I moan. The tongue which now flicks my clit moves faster, the fingers probe deeper... I can feel the warmth and wetness filling up my cunt as I come.

Directly in front of me I can hear the red head, groaning as well... Coming as well. Her lips meet mine and we engage in a steamy kiss, tongues wrestling for mouths. We are too far apart for lip lock soon enough, as she was pulled away from me. In her place came another mouth, one I recognized as being my husbands; I could taste her on his lips. Our breathing was matched as our lips embraced; steady, heavy, excited... Hot. Soon enough, he was away as well.

The hands that once caressed and penetrated me, now lay dormant... Casually rubbing my thighs... No mouths, no talk... Only breathing and the soft music still wafting in from a far room. Then at once, another mouth met mine... A strangers mouth. It was her husband, and he meant business. Not meaning that it was rough, or overly dominating; but apparent that he had longed to kiss me for some time. It was slow, soft, and remarkably enticing. I kissed back, mirroring his style... It wasn't too long before her husband had more lip service from me than the former two. As we continued, the rubbing of the hands got deeper and it seems her husband was now in the mix with the hands on attitude. Sure, he had been there before (hence the 6 hands), but I think he stayed much to the side lines... Where as now his hands cupped my tits, and rubbed in half circles along the underneath of them *love it*. I shiver.

When we broke I found myself on the brink of orgasm once again, but decided this time I would hold it off as long as possible. I waited for my next oral encounter with my companions, but instead I was greeted with the head of a cock. As soon as I realized what it was I decided the game plan was to tease the owner a little.... Only running my tongue along the edge of his head, not fully accepting him into my mouth. As he pushed in to make me, I dodged and ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft as he pulled away. I did this for quite some time until I finally let him in... Slowly... Inch by inch. If he tried to push it further, I would clench my lips together tightly; telling him that I want to be in control.

Head tilted backwards off the side of the sofa and hands still bound; I realize I could not use my hands for this. I would have to do it from the throat, and at this point I am not sure of the length of the dick I'm sucking... I'll wing it. All the while caressing his shaft with my tongue, firming my lips and stretching a bit; making him moan and try to push it deeper. Mouth a bit dry, I began thinking of water (what? It worked!) and released my clench on him as he pumped a little. On the intake of his full, hardened cock I realize that it is not my husband I'm dealing with. About the same size in length, but girth was not the same.
Fucking bonus! I can curl it. So I curl my tongue a bit as he slides in and out... Mouth watering like crazy, I can feel myself drool a bit. My lips press against his pelvis, I can feel and smell his pubic hair as his head hits the back of my throat; and then even a bit further.
He groans again, pushing in... Pulling out... I tighten my lips and clench a bit. His large, warm hands envelope my ears as this turns into a full on face fucking.
He swells, about to shoot his load... Meanwhile two hands grip the back of my ass, tightly; twisting me around... Causing me to lose the oral rhythm I was so enjoying. My mouth curled around him as I spun to an on-all-fours position, a strong hand pushed down on my back, her husbands cock moves with me, allowing me to proceed with our engagement.
Ass now propped openly in the air, I feel a hot tongue surveying my ass... Licking and sucking a bit on the soft areas that surround it. The strong hands hold tight to my hips, a cock slides deep inside of me. I clench again, trying hard to de-sensitize the insertion so I didn't come right then and there.
The tongue now moves below us, soft hair against my thighs... Tongue playing around my pussy hole, which was filled with hard dick. I suck harder, tighter, deeper... My gag reflex is tested, but I'm doing just fine... Still, he gets larger in my mouth as I work. I can taste a little of what he has in store for me, but I'm not stopping.
Amidst the straight pounding I was getting from behind, and the red head frolicking all fingers and tongue between our legs; a hand reaches out from my ear and grabs the back of my head... He uses it for awhile to guide his cock slower, taking it down a notch. He then removes himself, depriving me of his load... Bends down and kisses me passionately once again and assumes another position somewhere in the mix. I am left to concentrate on the fucking going on... It's absolutely wonderful.
My husbands firm grip on my hips became much of a tool for his control. He worked me, just the way he wanted to. Slow, fast... Hard, soft. Teasing me by drawing it almost all the way out, and then sliding it in as deep as he could. I squeal a little, he knows it drives me crazy when he does that. I try to get out of the binds that hold my hands, but I cannot. He grabs my hands to secure me further... Using them as well to draw me back, into him.

I admit I have never been ate out AND fucked at the same time. What an amazing experience... Still fighting that orgasm, I decided to let it go. I concentrated on every touch, lick, throb, suck... Sensation I was feeling at the moment; waves of euphoria I have never imagined existed encompassed my body... I shook, writhed, arched, and moaned at the feeling. And this feeling was only emphasized when I felt her mouth get wetter, and less attentive to us...As she was penetrated as well.

I heard her moaning, I heard him reciprocating her... I felt her soften as she slid her tongue from one partner to the other, she felt him fucking her... Just the way she liked it. I felt and heard my husband, enjoying me; as I cried out and giggled like a school girl.
We were all coming.. All at once... Right now.

And that was it, a foursome. Never done it before - ever. Never even considered it. Thought about it, now... It's done. How do I feel about having that experience now that I've had it?
Fucking great. Should make the next dinner we have just that much more interesting.

Sometime I will get into the topic of what people talk about immediately after they've shared each others partners (besides the toweling off or showering part).

I bet you never really wondered about shit like that until now, huh?

Locked

Today the animalistic me still permeates.

I find my senses still heightened, though a bit desensitized after last night.
So many things set in front of me to experience, touch and taste.

Like a hunter I scan to satisfy my carnal urges. If only husband had not decided to be the responsible one today... I am engorged with ideas to project and ultimately build to fruition. But could it be that I am left here with nothing but a blank page?

Could it be that I punished myself for my repression, but now wish that I did not desire to indulge? What is to become of me? I sit stagnant... but motivated. Legs jumping, torso heaving, fingers scanning the keys for the right words to describe the way I feel.

Pent up.

It seems that no one is talking to me today. Perhaps they heed my warning, teetering on the red line I am amped to share things I would not were I somebody else, feeling random and average.

sigh.


It leaves me time I suppose, to document last nights events... Events that have left me square in a euphoric state... and with no regrets. Just the way it should be.

I turn face to the downward spiral, and revel in my intentions....

Flattered

So, in case you haven't visited Murph's site today, you should. He's playing our song!
*squeel*

Yep, he has hooked up some Tool "Stinkfist".
Not familiar with Tool? It's not for everyone... but if you want to check it out; today would be the day to do it... until he changes his music video selection. Today he's sporting Smashing Pumpkins and Tool.

Alright, so this is not "Advertise Murph's site blog" I understand. But since Tool is only my favorite bandin the whole world, I thought I'd drop a dime.

Besides I am flattered, and a little hot about it since I'm still on sensory overload from last night.

Am I going to kiss and tell? Hmmmm.....

You think I should? Do I dare?

5 Post Day

Holy shit I'm chatty.

For those of you that can't scroll (or are too lazy to), I hereby give you 5 new posts for today... they are in time order.

Flower Thick

Off to do some shizzle

Songs I'd do you to (I think I've got your song choice future ex, I will post tomorrow..promise!)

And then she emerges...

Have a wonderful, sexual evening... hopefully not with yourselves... or with complete strangers... unless you're into that kind of thing. But uh, get their permission first.

And then she emerges...

From the smoke and lights... Something appears from the corner of my mental eye....

No, it couldn't be...
Is it? Yes.

I thought I spotted her at the underworld... But I wasn't certain. Warm feeling, slightly turned-on, nipples on hard... goosebumps even.

Then I had to go and make it worse.

Perhaps it was the music, as I have listened to not only my choices listed previously, but the recommendations of others. Very enticing...

I was okay until I popped in the old faithful; a CD I had created some time back... With the steamiest most sensual and highly fuckable music I have ever compiled. Now that eldest is gone, it is penetrating the airwaves of my domain.... Heaven.

I feel refreshed, rejuvenated, reinvented... and down right intensely naughty.

I told you I'd be back, and back with a vengeance.

Like a moth to the flame...
Like a pauper to a rich meal...
Like an intellectual with a new read...

I am ready and willing to take tonight on full force... bring it.

I have only mere hours before meeting husband and attending my dinner. I'll be ready. Oh yes, I'll be ready.

Spunky eh? Cha. You ain't see nothin yet.

Songs I'd do you to

I think it was Murph that said "when you have the right music...."

I'm going to take that one step further.
When it comes to sex or intimacy, the right kind of song can add an air of atmosphere depending on what you need from the event and/or require from your partner.

Is it soft and intimate? Candles? Wine?
Is it grudge-like? Rough? Uncontrollable?
Is it naughty? Candles again... Bondage maybe?

Get my drift?

A couple of you lovelies on my sidebar I know quite well (I think). Here is my testament to you.. Sort of a gift, kind. Here is a list (depending on sidebar blogger) of what I would play were I to spend some "quiet time" with you.
Shirk, hee hee.

Let's start, shall we?

Murph - Definetly Tool. I am leaning towards Stinkfist for it's lyrics, but enjoying Prison Sex... so self explanitory, and perfect for our ego's.

T - Dave Matthews Crash... but it would have to be the extended mix. Or Madonna's I Want you... (great song) also the extended. *biting lip* Yep. Definetly T choices.

Sass - Honey, you're a hard one to shop for. I would love to see you shake your ass to Son of a Preacherman by Dusty Springfield (throw that Jessica Simpson remake in the garbage, nobody does it like Dusty). Either that or Mayonaise, Smashing Pumpkins.

Ming - You're an intellectual one I think. T'would be best to have some strong emotional music Serenade for Winds; Third Movement... Mozart...hands down, or perhaps the Symphony #25 in K minor; 1st movement..again Mozart.
But if you really want to get down and dirty... Anything Zepplin should entice you.

Johannes - easy. Freaky Tales, Too Short. Perhaps even Drugs by lil Kim

Gladiator - Yours too was tough... so many to chose from. I would have to say The Stake, Steve Miller classic (only because I did that strip tease to it for you that one time, remember?) Either that or Vow by garbage. Total domination in that song.
I think for you I might even whip out the Otis... but that would take alot of begging.

Desi Cupcake - You're a wild one. I think I'd choose Erotic City (prince) for you.

Am I forgetting anybody?

Of course, the ultimate sexual song in my opinion would be Kasmir by Zepplin. Anybody who doesn't agree with that is flawed. That song applies to any and all of you.

I'm feeling so much better... and a bit excited. Perfect for the impending evening. I knew music would do the trick!
I will have iPod armed all day....
Anybody have any other song choices for sex they'd like to share?

Off to do some shizzle

So starts my day. hrmph.

Here's a little something to keep you otherwise occupied:

Find your name.

PS - I am upset that they don't have these for horny women like me. Wassup with that? Perhaps we could entice somebody to record some for us.

Any takers?

Flower Thick

Yes, my head is still up my ass.

Meaning, I have still to crack this facade of blah and emerge the Seether. Yeah, the Seether; remember that old Veruca Salt song? I dig that song... It so aids my trauma.

Things seem to be better today though, as far as my attitude and clarity.
Tackling alot of items on my to-do list helped. And I think that if I apply my attention to all things non-maternal I should be fine. No, that doesn't mean ignore my children... That means simply; okay, the eldest is leaving on a jet plane today... the youngest at school. I have a couple hours of sanity to turn this around; and a great night ahead of me. Cha. Which is another reason why I must reboot.

To re-cap yesterday:
I had a job interview yesterday afternoon; decent commute, good money; extremely white collar... dig it. I know the interview went well, as we all hit if off from the get-go. I felt pretty confident, and my interviewers seemed very down to Earth, which helped.

Although, I did have an issue with my garter belt, which decided to un-snap half way to the interview in traffic. So me, hiking up skirt and fixing... noticed the semi sitting at the light next to me... Alright, yes I've been known for fucking with the truck drivers... Poor guy looked stressed, so I popped a couple of buttons on the blouse, grabbed the tube of lipstick, and gave him a nice thigh shot.
That truck driver had a great afternoon, I tell ya.
The naughty girl slightly surfacing... and then-- nothing.

Meetings tackled, and other responsibilities accomplished... today is a day to play (after of course the airport).

Husband and I watched a new porno (well, not new.. but new to us). This particular film was banned after it's release due to the innocent undertones. No, it did not have children in it.. that would surely stifle any plans to have sex ever again.
I draw the line strongly at child pornography... BIG no-no. Child porn and beastiality is the anti-christ.
After the movie, we played a little... satisfying, but nothing to write about. I think we are saving our tricks for tonight.
The naughty girl slightly surfacing... and then-- nothing.

Alright that's about it for yesterday; let's talk today, shall we?
Dinner tonight at the Red heads. SO, I will need to make sure I am on the ball... or rather have atleast one in my mouth.

Airport... yeah. I wonder what it would take to get a strip search? With my luck I'll have that greasy old man fumbling his crooked nicotine-stained fingers over my mid-section... or that burly almost man-like woman groping my breasts like Charmin.
*sigh*

I must admit that one of my readers had me going yesterday, almost to the point I was ready to grab my alternate and get in the right frame of mine.
The naughty girl slightly surfacing... and then-- nothing.

Ultimately, I wound up ramming my head into the wall instead... repeating "why, why, why..."
After airport I must travel to the place (I call the underworld) and get some creative juices flowing... wish me luck.

Frosty Metronome

This picture strongly represents the mood for today. Thanks to Ming and his friend Ulli for explaining it to me.

Of course, there were other photos in his portfolio that I can connect with ultimately... but, this one takes the cake for today.

I have all sorts of business to attend to today, it is most likely I will not be online for the majority of my Wednesday. I have two meetings, one interview... and misc. errands. One of them being a trip to the DMV... for a license overhaul. Not only is my address wrong but my picture was taken 3 years ago, when I was 9 months pregnant. I am so tired of people denying my alcohol because my picture doesn't look like me currently. Like what? A gal can't lose some weight or what? I was a size 12 after birth of second child... currently a size 3.
I told you sex was a great cardio.

Last nights porno-fest was cancelled due to the necessity of communication between husband and I. The last few days I have been knocked out of my sexual rocker; becoming rather demure and unattentive... perhaps even melancholy. Husband was concerned and asked where his naughty girl was... tried to provoke her to emerge with no luck.
Responsibilites shun Horniness.... I detest responsibility right now. I owe it to myself and my husband to regain that sensual side... I will open the closet today and let her out I think. But first of course responsibilities must be checked-off... which brings me full circle to the tasks of today.

I am off to take care of the items at hand. I should come back to this blog renewed, re-energized, and completely and udderly non-distracted. If I were you, I would watch out... In past experiences it seems that when she is stifled, she comes back full force.

Hence, you've been warned...

Tie goes to the runner

Interesting enough, I have been busy today. Alot of little things that compound to rather large items...eventually sucking every morsel of energy directly our of your body (without you even noticing). This is when I feel my age... and although the Liquor store lady still argues that I'm 19 (god bless her), I'm every bit 30-something. I reassured her of that today... while whisking my brown paper-bag off the counter and strutting out the door with my trophy.
Sure, $25 down. I totally deserve it.

Yes, that' s Britney Spears on the toilet...
Everyone should know, pretty britney potties too...

So here I sit, chitlens in bed... and I ponder all the little things.
Have any of you seen Point of No Return (with Bridget Fonda)? I often find myself idiotically repeating the phrase to myself while faced with catastrophe... "I never did mind the little things." After seeing that movie, I too wanted to be one hot, bad-ass bitch working undercover spy ops.
*Sigh, grab a cookie*

In order for me to proceed with the rest of the evening, I need a download:

1. I had hoped to meet a friend for lunch today. Guess for one reason or another it didn't work out. I have to stop looking forward to things like that... I used to alway get stood up for lunches; and then they would say "let's do dinner instead... " And then they'd usually buy me breakfast the next day. I guess two meals instead of one is a positive though.
those were the good old days.

2. Red heads Dinner plan has me intrigued. I know after talking to her this afternoon that there will be no other attendees. I guess it would make the answer oh-so obvious if I knew more about her husband.

3. School Shopping- Alright, that came way outta left field. I hate it, had to let it out. No I am not one of those parents riding the shopping carts down the aisles like in that Staples commercial... I'm the one saying:
"Holy Shit, $5.99 for #2 pencils! Can you get these non-#2's for $1.99? Perhaps we can carve little #2's on the sides of them and fake those bubble tests out."
My eldest child loves shopping with me, I assure you.

4. I have been blessed the last few days to have the opportunity to lay faces to the names of some of my readers. I have yet to come across one I couldn't fall in love with... so many beautiful people out there... both in mind and body. I appreciate you folks for becoming (to me) more of a human being than a type-script... It is so much more enjoyable reading your material from day to day, being reminded that you all come from different standards, different beliefs, different walks of life... Have much love for you all.

5. Two of my blogger-friends (Ming, Gladiator... that's you) are having issues with content, which in turn has provided for some pretty thought provoking material. I asked earlier if the ultimate question was "to niche or not to niche"... I think that these players will find the answers in themselves... honestly, their day to days, refreshing viewpoints, and interesting anecdotes are enough for me.
I should be interesting to see what develops from there.
I'm fucking great with my content.

6. The sour cream container that gives you atleast 2 more weeks on that expiration date is a lie. Furthermore, A bag of cheese I bought last week doesn't expire til December. I don't think so. And the almighty question of why dairy products cause stomach upset is answered.

7. I have a submission coming due... that means writing - creatively.

8. All of these topics have been rather different than my usual... I feel strange, almost weird not writing about sex...

And now I must succumb to the dark side... I have two porn's to watch tonight, will try not to stay up too late. If they're good quality, this could be a late night. If they bomb, I have a guaranteed early night-night. Will see all in the morning *yawn*

10 ways to teach yourself (3rd in Series)

To renew your Sexual Mojo #3

So you thought I forgot all about this, eh?
No way, the party's just beginning... Because here is where the fun starts.
Yes class, we are going to touch on the subject of toys. Yes, toys.

This is number three in the the 10 ten series of How to renew (or find) your sexual mojo. This pertains mostly to women, but male readers will find this riveting as well... There are pictures for those lacking the patience to read.

If you haven't yet had time to read the first 2 of the series, I have provided linkage. Good also as a refresher.
Got mojo? Item 1
Got mojo? Item 2

Want to read them? I'll wait...............

K, here we go.

Toys.
What can I say about toys, besides the fact that they are necessary. Of course, they are not for everyone... But most admit they have had much pleasure at their own hand... As long as a toy is clenched tightly in it.

There are all sorts of toys, different kinds, shapes, sizes... Composite material. On the market today, there are toys for just about every occasion or type of fulfillment you could possibly ask for. And they are not difficult to track down. If you are hesitant to roll-in to your local kink-mart, then ordering online seems to be a good way to start. Always, the places I refer send their material in unmarked boxes... So no freaked out neighbors.

Dildos/Vibrators - Absolutely I own one, are you crazy? Although, if you had asked me a year ago I would have shunned the idea. I lived by the mantra that if it wasn't a man, it didn't need to go there. Then, as fate would have it I got bold and bought my first vibrator. K, loved it.

Not only is it good to have when partner has a headache...Etc. But it's nice to use in a passionate sexual session as well. How? Well... Should I tell? Use your imagination... I'm sure you'll get the idea. My favorite would have to be this beauty...Complete with clitoral stimulator and rotating inner beads, this great addition to my collection has been the satisfier many-o-evenings.
I strongly suggest that those first diving into the prospect of owning the irabbit begin with something a bit lower-key, like the eager beaver. It's a bit smaller in girth and doesn't have as many of the bells and whistles. Looking for something to stuff in your purse for just in cases?... I dig this little pocket stuffer. It not only messages, but it puts the oh in oh shit. See the handy finger strap? Yes, it is built for comfort and is waterproof... Lovely. I take this one in the bath... And just about any vacation.
If you're shy, you can always try the vibrating panty... I have not tried it myself; I'm not shy.

Don't fret guys... There's some out there for you too. No, I'm not talking about butt plugs or dildo's (unless that's your forte') I'm talking about Gigi.

I bought my husband a Gigi...(pictured to the left) for those occasions in which I may be temporarily unavailable (alright which is almost never). Gigi sits in his nightstand waiting to be taken advantage of. Needless to say, she doesn't get much action... But when she does, husband is pleasantly pleased... And sedated. I strongly recommend her to you guys, especially singles who get bored switch hitting. Get a gigi dammit, best money you ever spent and safer than a hooker.

If Gigi doesn't do it for you, there are other options available... Such as the Tara Patrick's Pussy and Ass Vibrator, the Jac-off silicone textured glove, or even the water squirt vagina (which I feel may go a bit far). All of these items can be viewed on the link at the end of the post. Do some shopping and find what suits you.
I still recommend Gigi, that way the other guys won't give you a hard time if they find it... You can say it's one of those water weenie things you bought at the theme park as a souvenir.

Other toys include eggs (not dairy), benwah balls (which I have yet to master), and sleeves.. All of which have been advantageous in one way or another. Eggs are good for a long drive... Preferably on off-peak traffic times... *big cheesy grin*

The subject of toys should not be taken lightly. Not only do they add a sense of satisfaction to your daily routine when you need it, but they can be a errogenous way to satisfy each other in the bedroom. My sex-life tripled in quality when I brought mine home. Do the same and see what happens... What have you got to lose?

All of the items covered in this post can be found here. To avoid wasting your time, I will make it gender specific, and then also provide the home link. I order my stuff from this site, and have been quite pleased with the outcome. They always throw in extra lube!!!

Women's Toy Section- Who said diamonds are a girls best friend? Alright they are, but some of these come a close second.
Men's Toy Section- Scroll past the butt plug section and you'll be set to go.
Home link- Finally, shopping is fun again.

As an end note, if any of you do decide to purchase... Let me know what you think. The envelope is activated, so a comment is not necessary if you're shy. Also, if you can think of any neat toys to refer, and you want to share...please contact me to post.

Blackberry Sepia-tone

So today is Tuesday, doesn't seem any different from Monday.
Although my juices are beginning to flow a bit more. I appreciate those that inspired me today and yesterday, normally I don't need the jumpstart...

On to business though... thumbing forward through the series I notice that Chapter Six is quite large, so I have had to cut and edit it... Chapter Six does not include the steaminess I anticipated; Chapter Seven will do the trick.
Here is Chapter Six.

Bigger and better things are on the horizon since yesterday, and that's a plus. Recieved a call from the red head last night, with an invitation to dinner this week. Since one child will be flying out of town, and the other has a over-anxious babysitter... we will attend. This dinner will be at their house, no parties. I am wondering if it will be low key, or hyper-tensive. Should be interesting... and of course you will all be notified of the results.

My husband could sense my need for stimuli as well and promised me a most exciting night tonight... wonder what that entails; especially since he used the word "exciting"... something different from the norm? Strange, but thrilling.

I have to re-direct attention now, due to lack of focus.
Not only that but I have work to do today... not traditional 8 to 5 work, but other things that could throw a tad of money my way. Should get started on those now...

I will attempt to write more later...

Another addition

So, I had some time to post the fifth chapter in the Don't ask, Don't tell saga. This chapter is much shorter than the others, but still just as exciting. For those of you who read patiently through the third and fourth chapters anticipating frothy visuals... you'll be pleased with chapter five. Chapter 6 is on the way...

Chapter - Five

For those who have not had the pleasure of reading the first chapters, here's the break down... so convenient it's scary.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

Plain Jane

I don't know what it is about today, but I have lacked inspiration. Perhaps it's because I've had my mommy apron on overload, and put the naughty girl in me back in the closet. I need to rise above this and reclaim the tramp, before I fall shallow and sad again
*sigh*
Perhaps it's really that life goes on and while everyone is hustling and bustling; here I sit... jobless, companionless, bored. I much prefer being busy and challenged instead of stagnant and pitiful. Blech, bitch piss moan.

My weekend went as well as planned; except for the lane closures that kept us parked in 90+ degree heat for an hour and a half. Just something about being parked on an interstate and watching the RVer's have lunch and enjoy the confines of their TV's and full size beds in the back. Or the folks who got out to take pictures or walk their canine companions... We were not so lucky. We sat, and sweltered... wiping the salty sweat from our faces and complaining that if we ran the AC we would have to stop for gas. I literally had to wring out the shorts and bikini top I was wearing, not in a good way.
Finally, we found game in counting the overheats abandoned; hoods propped open like striking crocodiles on the side of the road. We were thankful that we were not dealing with one. I fucking love my car.

So, now I'm left with the dissimilation of camping gear and the endless mountains of laundry that accompany it. Perhaps that's the problem, it's difficult to find desire in folding laundry. I know, I know.. tha spin cycle and all that.
Hasn't worked yet. Still waiting, and I've done 5 loads - atleast.

Would somebody please provide me with some stimuli, most preferably something that will spark that neuron to process the chemical I need? No, I don't need any photoshoped big breasters with their tongues swiping their teeth. I suppose I'm not shallow enough to get a rise that way... something else.

Here's the challenge folks, I leave it in your capable hands.

Crooked Independance

Notice the beloved Navbar is gone?

Love it! Thanks desicupcake... do let me know if there is anything I can do for you in return. Those of you that would like to break free send me a comment or email and I will tell our secret.

More to follow....

Week End

Ahhh. Three job interviews down, three to go.

Yep. I was slammed all morning... and not the way I like it either.
I hate job interviews, everyone is so uptight and pretentious. So unlike themselves.

Now, I am on to packing for fishing, preping the almighty family truckster, and getting in the alternate mind-set.
Yes, I have to stifle my sexual Chi... it's a family affair.
Now, I don't deny that camping sex is cool... however, I don't condone having camping sex while your kids are around. Especially, when they're tenting with you... um yeah. Gross, shutter shutter, gross.

There have been times while camping with family that I still awaken with husbands hand planted firmly on my breast. But, that's no different from home... so no shock value there.
I am pretty positive others have that issue as well.

I remember the first night I ever spent with my (now) husband; he played with my nipples all night. Yes, all night. While sleeping? Yes.
Woke up the next morning with two inflamed screaming twins strapped to my chest. He had a little talking to... but never really stopped. I think I had to adjust my sensitivity is all.



I am looking forward to this trip, as it will give me an opportunity to re-boot. Get back in touch with mother nature, renew my mantra. There will be camp fire, there will be fish, there will be beer and cribbage. There will be friends... There will be some pretty fucking funny stories too.
Can't wait to share them with you upon my return.

So yeah, I'm off... to the most Eastern part of my state... making a 5 hour trip in 3. Will there be a speeding ticket? Shit, I hope not. But probably.

See you Monday... have a great weekend, and stay safe... I want to hear from you all again next week (and not on the national news either). Unless you're Murph, and you're naked. I'd dig seeing that on the national headlines:
"Crazy lanky Irish guy streaks Columbus in his Malibu 4door... girls flock to Montana, where it's safe."
Alright, touche'... that's for the small tits thing. Dammit, they're a perfect handful. And yes, I am still stuck on that.

This is how I spell relief

Ahhhh.

So, yeah. Great evening was had by all.

After leaving you to the wilds of my emotions; I leapt into bedroom for candle lighting, pillow fluffing, and music playing. Have to play music on nights like that, in hopes your throws of passion will be disguised by the verse-chorus-verse.

Playtime began at 8:50, ended around midnight. Of course, before beginning I stepped outside to admire this moon that had me itchy.. So big and full... Waning orange; belting it's glow about the backyard.
I sit, and contemplate last nights strategy... It is something I will have to go into much later though, I am rushed for time this morning. Have to say though, the visuals and stimulation that I endured yesterday led to the most amazing mind games and fantasies. Even more so, after drifting off to slumberland I found myself dreaming of many of you. Some with faces, some with not. To those of you that supplied me with fodder yesterday, you have my genuine gratitude.... Absolutely upmost genuine I assure you.

Long story short, 5 multiple orgasms later... I felt right as rain. Bouncing up and down on the bed like a school girl afterwards, big cheesy grin. That's right... Satisfaction guaranteed.

Smashing Pumpkins Soma still ringing pleasantly in my ears.... love that song to fuck to.
Listen and tell me if you agree.

This morning I struggle with small amounts of pain, as I preferred to have it a bit rough. That was my decision, I will not complain. There were a couple of times husband modified his work to have it seem there were two participating... Bad bad bad. As this now leads me down a new path of thought that I had never done, nor never considered. Two men and myself? Once upon a time I might have shuttered.... No shuttering now... Maybe goosebumps.
Definitely goosebumps.

Two job interviews and packing for camping will find me a busy girl today. I will make an attempt later in the afternoon to post something; hopefully taking you through the weekend, as I will not be near anything remotely technical for three days. Unless, a fishing pole counts.

So now, I must shower away the remnants of passion... Darn it. And move on to the not so desirable part of my strange and unequated life.

Will rivet you later.

Oh, which reminds me -- to all of you new readers enjoying content, thanks so much. Sometimes you have to wonder if you're going too far. I have to believe that it's not too far if its real... I do enjoy pushing the envelope here; and dig the thought that not only are my stories entertaining, but entirely enjoyable. That's why they're here you know.
Dammit, I'm not the only kink in the world... I declare... kink.

I will find time to write much later; smooches.

Waning Fully

I can tell it's a full moon.
I feel the pressure.
I am an animal totally unleashed tonight.

Unfortunately, I have been brainwashed by Disney for the last hour. Gotta tell you, that Mary Poppins was a hot chick.

The interview was alright, lunch was better.
I had lunch with an old friend today... *write, delete, write, delete*
I had lunch with an old friend today... *hitting self in forehead.. Delete*
Okay, so what.
Where do I go with this, really... hmmm.

Let's just balls-out on this one should we? Fuck if I can direct any kind of censorship at this point- stupid full moon.

See, no.. I'm pussin' out. Can't do it.

You want to know if I would fuck him, don't you? Probably, leaning toward yes.
But it would have to be in the right venue.. I am not about adultery. No, really.
Besides, we're both happily married average everyday people... With kids for crying out loud. I don't think he "swings." And it's not something you just say over lunch, k?
"Hey, I know we haven't seen each other in like 12 or 14 years; but what would you say about coming over, eating oysters.. Indulging in some fine wine (a lot) and then we could all have sex?"
Yeah. That'd blow off real well.
Did I say blow? I meant GO.
Shit.

Dare I say work in progress... Maybe.

Cool.
Which brings me to the next part of this post, which will give you insight on my torment.
No, not bitching... Just so sexually fucking frustrated I'm about to hammer myself --again.

The last two nights, I have succumbed to the job-interview-need-rest excuse and stifled any attempts at just taking my husband. Sure, in the middle of the night I could sneak it in... But really that's no fun. Contrary to popular belief, I like mine conscious. But I digress..

First night, okay I need sleep; he's right.

Second night, a little agitated... I can meditate it out.

Last night, alright fuck this... I'll do it myself.
So I curl up with my laptop, a good Danish porn, and my alternate. It was enough to get me to sleep, but didn't satisfy enough... I woke up this morning worse off than if I had just dealt with the passion cramps and ate some chocolate.
I got angry with my husband for not putting out. Fuck, I really am an 18 year old male.

This attribute was teased, and tempted to emerge all day long. It was everything I could do to not think about it... On a scale from 1 - 10; 10 exceeding a woman's capability to still act like a woman. I was 15. Red lined. Geared up.

When husband got home it appeared he was in the same frame of mind. This, my gentle readers, is a very good thing. We talked about what I did today, and lunch. Somehow then we got into the topic of threesomes... Interesting visual..

A bit of the past and the present? Shutter *moistening nether-regions*.
Fuck me... I think I just went from 15 to 49.

That was 4 hours ago... And yes; we poked, groped, and gestured each other all night (behind the kids backs of course!). Still having the thought... Past, present, past, present..
Keep visualizing naughty things, no fair...
My restraint only goes so far, as the night went on I found myself thinking of other things... More, sad and gross things... yeah, not working. In one way or another, it all tied back to sex. And good sex, like I would get later... I would get it... *tense*
Alas, I finally had to put some fucking underwear on so I wouldn't leave my DNA everywhere. I haven't been this rambunctious in a long time... Presently at 65 surpassing it quickly.

Having visual again.

Like a good book and a cup of warm milk... I'm going to take that visual of mine.
And go fuck the holy living shit out of my husband.

Excuse me.

Burn Black Velvet

Is it just me? Or did anybody see the flag in the Navbar.... wtf. *diappointed growl*

I looked into that last night, curious as to the new edition hanging there on my navbar... This one, however; could possibly seal the fate of some of us.
Apparently, if you find the content of a persons blog "objectionable" you should click the flag... Therefore alerting the blogger brain to scan your content. And thus, if they agree your stuff is "objectionable" they will kick you like a bad habit and not sponsor you on blogger.com. I think for like, 30 minutes this actually upset me.

Sure, they claim the whole freedom of speech stuff... I'm sure its a cover your ass tactic. Apparently far too many citizens out there have forgotten the good words of Thomas Jefferson...
Bastards, stifling free speech.
No seriously, let this get you a bit agitated...

What constitutes objectionable content? In whose eyes? We see objectionable content on the news everyday, yet it is pressed and streamed into our little pink houses as a form of education? Entertainment? *snark*
Sure, the kind of entertainment that prompts my son to ask.. what's a pedophile and why don't people want them to live in their neighborhood? What's prostitution?
Perhaps we should have a flag for that as well... Sure, I could turn the tv off. And our blog readers that find objectionable content could collapse or close the window too.

Ask yourself. Sure, for you and I and anybody else with an open mind, things such as child pornography... bestiality, talk of terrorism and murder -- methanphetamines to children are horrendous and thus objectionable.

But what of those who push the good moral values of catholism *choke*
What of those a little too right wing?
What of those that assume when you talk about a black man in your post, you're automatically opening up a new chapter of roots?
To them, just saying good morning in our way might constitute objectionable content.

So what of this.. Do I continue to give my readers what they ask for and give a big fuck you to the flag... Or do I stifle these writings and talk about how I saw a dog today and boy was he cute.... The cinnamon roll was tasty... I have a run in my panty hose.

For this anomaly I turn the table to you, my readers and fans; I would like to think that I could continue giving you what you wish to read. And would hope that for me, you would do the same. I love you all the way you are... And I think the flag is the first step to the blogisphere gagball...

Ironic, isn't it? That the demise of our free speech should be construed as a flag.
Hmmm....
Tell me what you want people... I certainly can't figure it out myself. And whatever you do... Don't click on my flag! If you want to test the theory... Use your own *smile*

This topic will bring on some really fascinating views I'm sure. I feel a new game of tag coming on.... Yep.
List 5 things that you find objectionable, in any media... or just in daily routine. I mean, if you had a flag to stick on something that you objected to, what would they be? Once finished, tag three more people if you wish, or end the chain. Here's mine:

1. No seatbelts on school buses. Community buses, well that's a little different.

2. Adults that let their children run free reign. There is one child in our neighborhood that I swear does not have parents. If he does, they could care less about him. I had sympathy for him; until he dropped trou and pissed in my neighbors flowerbed.

3. The playing of the movie Blade during dinner time. Wtf? I was really enjoying that steak.

4. Current gas prices; okay, that's everybody's arguement... but seriously... our city just hit an all time high at $2.85 a gallon. Up the street I pay $2.74... and I feel like I am getting a good deal.

5. Tampon commercials, maxi commercials, viagra commercials, Zovorax commercials... anytime. Of course, with the exclusion of the viagra commercials during sports. I actually enjoy thinking of all those heavily padded football players popping viagra and running amuck with hard-ons while patting each others asses and slamming into one another. That's cool.

I tag Sass, Murph, Ming, Gladiator,...UCN and -Rm for fun. UCN and -RM have only lately made there introduction here... let's get them involved.... tee hee... I will be interested to see what develops!

Lemonchiffon Stormdrain

I keep starting this post, but then I decide it's not really how I wanted to start it.. so I delete it, and start over. I've done this like 9 times now... you ever do that? Doesn't it drive you fucking insane?

I could testify that more than half of my posts begin with "so" or "anyway." I praise the heavens for word processing, beats the hell out of replacing that old typwriter correction tape -- yes, I am that old.

Strange day it was, made a lot of observations; both internally and externally.
It could have possibly been the dead on analysis that Ming concluded today about Sunday's dream. To be honest, that really fucking freaked me out. Mouth still agape, I read it over and over again and say "How the fuck did he know that?"

Futhermore, a fellow blogger and I had made some mention on her comments regarding pot, tobacco and sex. Then, another fellow blogger had to go and talk about smoking shit too. Which, of course, stimulated my canabis glands... the rest is history.
Your author is so fucking stoned presently.. and really fucking hungry.

Graham crackers and frosting are a treat for munchies (remember that). Especially if you use really fresh Honeymaid Crackers and French Vanilla icing. Of course, if you're not into the crackers... well, you know.
I told you I was baked... what more do you want from me?
But I digress; about the day.. Yes. The rest of the day seemed just as much of an enigma...
Here are some random odds and ends courtesy of my nuerons, and the joint I just smoked:

I had a great job interview today. Commute will fucking suck.. but there was some mention of compensating the salary for the gas-guzzling sacrifice. That would be a positive.. since on average I will be spending 3+ hours in my auto a day.
NO, the bus would not be any better.

This is really sexy: Men that are graying around the temples. Oh shit dude, I have to like take deep breaths when I see one.. Not all men graying of course, but most.

On the same note: When a man can run his fingers through his hair frustratingly, and it gets all messy (ya know what I'm talking about)... and he STILL looks good? Fuckable.. oh yeah.. fuckable.

Husband has put me off two nights in a row. Bitch. So, atleast his excuse is legitimate.. he claims he wants me to get a good nights rest for my interviews the next day.
Okay, yeah sure... I'll be rested. But sexually frustrated... which is worse?

On the same note; what the fuck? God, tell me why the role reversal? I'm an 18 year old boy stuck in a 30 year old womans body. I have never ever felt so horny... such an exact opposite of the person I used to be; truly it's scary.

To all of those guys I never let cop a feel: Shit, I'm so sorry. You always complained about blue-balls.. sometimes I laughed at you. It wasn't funny... Call me and we can talk about it.
To other men in general: This sucks... I don't envy you anymore. If feeling this tense all the time is why you are the way you are... then I totally understand. Does it make you angry? Like you just want to grab something and ... *pause* own it?
Yeah, I am sorry. You have my support. So now that I know what it's like to have a hard-on 24/7, you can have my menstral cycle, how bout that? Good trade. I would rather crush beer cans on my forehead than cry and bleed for a week.

Yeah, and on that subject, let's talk about male mensus, shall we? Fuck you guys get really moody around that time. And I'm not talking about our time (women), I'm talking about your time (men). You guys are just as bad if not worse when you're menstrating. What? Not used to hormone fluxuations? Did you get hot all of the sudden?
Don't deny that you don't have them... if you physically had a pussy I swear it would weep for you just like ours does. I am a true believer in male mensus.
Girls, watch your man closely.. there should be atleast 3 days out of each month when he becomes -a little different-
Sure, he'll tell you he's just tired, or the classic I have alot of things on my mind. If you're lucky, he'll pull the I just feel blah. Then you know...
And a really ingenious woman out there is going to invent a Midol for Men before we know it... that could be you.

Futhermore, men... track your days if you don't believe me... I guarantee you there will be a three day period (pardon the term), where you don't feel quite right.. and you just can't put your finger on it. You know I'm right.
Do what we do and eat chocolate... stay away from the mushy investment commercials with the daddy and little girl dancing. Stay in bed... and quit fucking whining about everything.

I am having lunch with an old friend tomorrow, after another job interview. I feel nervous, and excited at the same time. Some really cooky emotions here...

I'm going to go attack the cookies, you stay here and look interesting.

Drivers Wanted

Sunday night I had the strangest dream... It just crept out of nowhere and lodged itself into my unconscious psyche. Sure, I had been influenced by little things in the past week that may have prompted this nocturnal emission... But I hadn't had a dream that hot; that realistic in both feeling and intensity in a long time.

Does everybody have those dreams, or is it just me?
I have heard conflicting stories from others regarding the way my brain operates at night... When I tell them I dream in color it freaks them out. Most say they only dream in black and white... and don't remember much. I remember almost all of my dreams, and seldom in black and white.
What about you? How do you dream? Do you feel as well?

Well, this one was an electrifying testimonial to my caged sexuality (which, really has not been so caged lately I admit). Wanna hear about it? Sure you do dammit, that's why you're here after all.

So this dream began in a garage.
Yes, a garage; in a house... some where... A normal residential two car garage; cement floor, work bench.. and an auto I recognize from a long time ago. But now the car looks different, almost new; shiny and clean... I run my hand along the curved fender, remembering leaning against that same exact fender oh so long ago.

I have a picnic basket in my hand, I open it and offer the contents to the man standing with me in the garage also admiring the car. He accepts the chicken and pop-corn with gratitude; he is apparently very hungry.
Alright, popcorn and chicken... can't explain that one for sure. Assuming my brain was still pissed off from denying it the popcorn chicken craving I had earlier that day while driving past the local KFC. I fucking love that greasy nasty popcorn chicken.

We sit on the garage floor, I feel the cold cement floor on my backside as my dress shifts up a bit. I empty the rest of the contents of the basket on the garage floor... more chicken, beer, artichokes (again, clueless), and an empty paper bag. I blow up the paper bag and pop it, sending a loud bang through the garage. He laughs quietly, and lowers himself as if to hide.

"I'm sorry.. did I wake some one up."
"No, nobody's here but us...."

We finish the chicken, popcorn and beer... competing for belching rights. We laugh and tell jokes about sheep and pirates. I ask to check out his car... and tell him how great it looks.

"Wanna look inside?" He licks his fingers as he stands up.
"Sure" I get all excited to reminesce about the things I thought I remembered doing in it, "I'd love to see the inside..."
He opens the door and helps me sit down in the passengers seat. Everything has been renewed inside... But yet, it feels the same, and immediately I am perched on memory lane. The lessons learned, the conversations had, the gentle yet firey kisses. The arguments, the agreements, the good byes that were said.
Weird... it feels like it was yesterday.

He is sitting in the drivers seat "Wanna see the back?"

"Totally" I jump out of the seat and try to manuver the seat to fold.

"I think it may be stuck,... Here, let me help you with that." He gets up and walks around the back... still belching. He fiddles with it for a moment; and then it pops and swings forward.

"There you go lady, take a look."

I bend an lean into the back of the car... "The car looks great! Is this the same car as..."
I am interrupted... hands grab my waist, push up my dress so my ass is exposed. "What are you doing?" I stuggle only a little... "You shouldn't really..."

"Let me be the one who dictates what I can and can't do... you just be still."
And then, I feel his mouth take me in.. and encompass my pussy from behind. My eyes roll back, I bit my lip... we really shouldn't, I feel so naughty. "You better stop.." I declare, but I'm still not fighting.
He's not stopping either. There is this strong internal fight within; like I am doing something I am not supposed to. Not quite guilt, but not total uninhibited pleasure either... Even so, the feeling is unsurmountable... My legs are becoming weak, trying desperately to support my ackward position bent through the door of the car, elbow against the seat.

He slides his hands down from my hips and reaches around, playing with my swollen lips and enticing my clitoris to get harder than ever. I tremor a bit, but I am greedy; so I spread my legs to invite his fingers to play more and faster. One hand accepts this invitation, the other moves around on rests just above his mouth... tickling my ass. And then, with one fluent movement, his tongue glides across my ass to moisten it... insert finger.
I jump, hurting a little I let out a husky moan... He rises and takes his mouth away. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do these things to you... nothing ever changed."
"uh-huh" is all I can muster now.

"I'm taking it further, whether you want it or not." He pushes me into the car and grabs some bungee cords (where the bungee cords came from, I have NO idea). He then grabs my arms and twists them around my back, strapping them together; tightly.

"That's right baby... what was lost is mine now." He grins and unbuckles his belt. "I don't give a fuck about whether it's right or wrong." He pulls down his pants and exposes a familiar face, again the memories came flooding in. I remember the pleasure it had brought me so often in the past... the new places it took me, the new feelings it introduced.

He turns me around to face the back window; partially bent, knees folded on the back seat. My hands are bound and my head is resting on the back deck, though small and cramped there is plenty of room for fornication. I feel helpless but extremely ready to be fucked.

As a side note to anybody that is interested; I love bondage.

He goes down on me again, apparently with the intentions of readying my already hot, swollen dripping pussy... It only takes a second for him to realize the preparation is not necessary. He slides his dick into me, and it feels like home... so many nights I mourned our relationship and all of it's aspects. I knew I would miss him, his humor, his smile, his family... his dick. I knew back then I would never feel him again... I was wrong.

It felt like forever that he drilled me; working it slowly out until I could feel the rim of his head about to pop out.. and then plunge it back in; deep.. and deeper. Side to side, in and out, up and down... waves of tingles reverberated through my body; making it difficult to speak, or even let out a cry. He grabs my head with one hand, using it to push me hard against him... he pounds harder, with intensity. His other hand moves again to my ass, and again.... insert finger. On and On he drives into my pleasure centers.. making me come again and again; in multiples.. it's amazing.

After what seemed to be quite a while longer, I began to tire... I begged him to come.. "Please," I panted, "Please... you have to come... I can't take it anymore... please."

"I'll come when I'm ready..." he grunts through clenched teeth.

No worries for my poor tired pussy... I have a plan, you see; something I keep in my back pocket. It's my secret weapon; it's my kegels.
So I clench my muscles together, he succumbs to the tightness... "Shit, what the fuck is that?" He moans... "Fuck that feels really fucking good..."
His breathing is labored, he is pumping slower, but still just as deep. "Shit.. fuck... oh shit..."
The kegels worked like a charm; with a resonant cry he comes -hard- and falls to me, resting on my back...
I hear Fleetwood Mac playing... what the fuck is that? You make loving fun? What?!??!
Is that the car stereo?

No. It was the alarm clock. It was Monday.

So tell me, do you dream like I dream? Do you feel as well?
Open Forum Time (I encourage all to participate, anonymous or otherwise)!

Tell me about the strangest, hottest, or most interesting dream in which you felt-- Especially if it was in color.

So there, my sweet minions

Care for some light reading?

I have posted the next two chapters of the Don't ask; Don't tell series...
For those you expecting rauncy and torrid sex, well - hate to disappoint since Chapters 3 and 4 are mostly history.. There are some intriguing parts about these chapters which are essential for chapter 5 and chapter 6 pleasure. Almost like the calm before the storm....

For those of you who hesitate, I have made it easier for you:

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

I welcome any comments as usual.. Stay tuned for Chapter 5 and 6 later.
What? You thought I'd give it all to you at once... Please, you know it's all about the teasing.

Overhaul

Tuesdays and shitty weather.... blah.

I would prefer to bask in the sunshine today on the ol' laptop (gotta love wi-fi), however it seems Rah reads my blog too... and being so has brought cloudy skies to my perfect world.
Yes Rah. Well, what did you expect? Promising myself to never dive into a religious squabble of any kind on my blog here.... I will leave it at this; I walk the road less travelled...Polytheism.
I'm going to burn in hell for that.
Note to self: Avoid the holy water and do not step over the threshold, hence you will burse into flames. CSI of course will call it spontaneous combustion for lack of evidence. Husband will call it apper po and collect on my life insurance.
*hesitating in thought*

I think today will be a fluff day. Meaning, it's time to pluck, wax, trim, paint, and cream myself up. ALL DAY. I need some beautification badly. Not that I am terribly ugly or stinky... but after working outside in the dirt for the last 72 hours I feel a little -- unclean.

Alright, I know... HUGE SHOCK THERE.

I have some appointments and meetings later on in the week so I need to look my best. Not like I've been swinging the "Slow/Stop" sign whilst the Cat Machines drudge by.... Believe I can swing a pick axe with the best of em. I may be a slut... but I can hang with the big boys, just not as far when it's hot out.
Bother, I have paint in my hair.... under my fingernails..and apparently on my back... any takers on washing the back? BYOL Bring your own loofah.. I'm not sharing mine.

Email - High and Bi's

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I am strapped for time tonight, but do not despair. I plan to be on-line most of the day tomorrow... Working on other things. Nothing like being chained to the computer for reasons other than porn surfing. I thought in the meantime I would reply to some emails, and perhaps even spit out a few comments; to hold you over until the morning.

Thank you to those that posted comments on the Last Night post. I appreciate any and all feedback as I am hoping to extend it a bit and submit it for my next deadline. It's always easier to write about an experience after you've lived it. But then I suppose any artist is going to tell you that. Besides, for some reason I just love hearing from all of you... It makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.

The word gooey does not make me feel all warm though, I have never liked that word. It reminds me of marshmallow cream... Like the kind you buy in the glass jars at the grocery store. Don't ever even try to use that stuff during playtime. It gets everywhere! And should you get it in your hair... Bad news. Good luck trying to get that shit out! For like three days after using it, your clothes are still sticking to you... In all the worst places. Explains the whole camel toe conspiracy theory eh?

I know I promised somebody a detailed explanation of a dream I had this weekend. However, my fingers are exhausted from working outside the last three days. Forgive me. I will write on it tomorrow once my hands return to their soft, supple, highly sensitive condition. Besides, I'm tired... You wouldn't enjoy it tonight anyway... It would be rushed and boring. I don't want to "go through the motions..." I'm not that kind of girl.

Stop hassling me about the Don't ask; don't tell. I'll get to it... sheesh. I have it in my documents folder... I'm just too fucking lazy to cut and paste.
Alright, alright... Don't cry... Here, you want to rest your head on my bosom for comfort?

Didn't we clarify this already? I look just as hot now as I did then. It would take some pretty creative begging for me to post a pic... Let's see how good you can get it.

My husband is disappointed that he didn't get to fuck the red head, but only slightly. Yeah, I don't know why she didn't go for it... Perhaps it's because my husbands just that good with his mouth. He totally needs to get over it. Alpha-male type shit. I still love him though.

MAX. I will look for your clues... Like a mouse in a maze. Don't let me down.

Sweet Serenity... Are you reading this? I wonder if you've earned that trip to Mexico yet. I'm thinking about you. No really, every day. Hoping to run into you by accident at one of those places... Did you decide you were going to check it out.

Angelo - you have no idea... I'm blushing.

By the way my little pretties, I plan on setting up an email account for this blog... In case any of you actually wanted to email... Even though I love your comments more than any email you could send.
Although, I am sure a few of you could send some pretty original shit. I will let you know when the envelope is activated.

Alright sweeties, it's time for bed. Brush your teeth and let momma tuck you in. What's that you say? Read you a bed time story? How about we make our own.