Baited and Broken (the Halloween party)

Last July, when we attended our very first party at John’s house, my husband knew what we were in for... I didn’t. If you had read the Impressive Clientele post you will also know that the last time we attended John’s party I was still a bit naïve about ‘sharing.’ Sure, sexually I was amped and open-minded to expansion in any way… but partly apprehensive about what would be presented to me that night; decisions, consequences.

That had been the very first swingers party/orgy my husband and I had experienced together… as for me? I had been to one before, but not for years. Since stuffing away any thoughts of exploring outside of my marriage when I met my second husband; I struggled with whether I would ever be able to socialize sexually in that kind of forum again.

Recalling the events prior to our first visit to John’s, the husband and I were in the car… promising we would keep open minds, not stray, not indulge in other couples. I lingered on the fear I felt about seeing my husband with another woman back then, the hopes and prayers that my marriage would not falter if he did. The promise and handshake in the elevator before our world changed forever.

I remember the summer party to be so vivid and surreal, almost like a strange dream… the first kiss of my red head, the smell (or not) of the strange pheromone lotion, how hard I came each and every time I achieved orgasm that night. The erotic environment that consisted of many naked bodies writhing together, not a care in the world; all loving each other nastily.

It had been in the car on the way to the party that I felt naivety and nervousness the first time.

It was now in the car that I felt confidence and excitement this time… I had hindsight now… experience and knowledge of what waited at the end of our southward journey to Johns' Halloween party.

Immediately upon arrival it was obvious the place was packed. John had arranged for valet parking outside the house, so we dropped the keys off and headed inside.

“Welcome my friends.” John and his wife stand just inside the doorway, greeting the newly arrived guests. He shakes my husbands hand firmly, as I scope-out Johns wife for any lotions she may want to slather.
No lotion, damn… kinda was hoping for some of that this time too.

“The party is downstairs,” he offers to take my jacket as he continues “What color are you to be tonight?” I begin to peel off my coat, taking notice of the eye masks he extended… they weren’t the cheapie plastic kind either… they were cloth-like; satin.

“Thanks so much for inviting us again.” I comment to his wife grabbing a black mask and offering up my coat. She extends her hand to shake mine but grabs it tightly and holds it by the wrist as her other hand struggles to connect with something on the pedestal next to her… wtf?

“Here” she plants a stamp on my palm, releases, and does the same to my husband. “Clench your fist for about a minute, and it will go away. Enjoy the party.”

My eyes dart suspiciously to my husband, I try to work the body language as if to say what the fuck is that about? He just returns my signals and assures me through whispers, as we strut to the elevator, that he was just as puzzled. I look into my palm and observe the small ink stamp now tattooed on my hand, husband presses the D for down and smiles a wide ass grin. “It’s a pumpkin.” I chuckled.

“Well, if it’s just a pumpkin stamp then everything should be okay.”

“Isn’t that what you said about the lotion last time?” I now laughed, tickled that I got a pumpkin stamp. “What’s the deal with the fist clenching though?”

“Well” husband looks closely at his own palm, nearly going cross-eyed “I suppose if you want it to go away… you clench your fist.”

“Is that really what you got out of her schpeel?”

“Umm sweetheart, it’s an assumption… clench your fist and see.” He still grins smugly “and put your mask on.”

“Where’s your mask?” I look to him inquisitively “You didn’t get one?”

“Only the ladies are masked tonight” he replies “Now shut up and clench your fist.”

Donning my mask, I try and work out a sweet little grrrrrrr; raising my fist in the air jokingly. We both laugh about it for a bit, I kiss my sweet husband passionately (fist still clenched), and growl a remark about how good he looked tonight... the elevator doors open.

The room was extremely dark; lit only by small candles that lined the walls and tables, giving the event an almost medieval look…
The few large platforms that held chaise lounges in the summer, now presented full-size circular beds with candles near by on the floors. Bowls of candy, condoms, lubricants and other treats were positioned on each table and pedestal, giving easy access to the attendees. And It was quite clear that the party had already started before we got there as some of the bowls needed re-filling.

I felt strange in my mask, and wondered if the other ladies at the party felt the same… hoards of black and white concubines littered the room… some already working hard on the male guests, others endulging in a drink and mingling with their partners. I see something move quickly from the other side of the room, and recognize it as Red’s hand waving us towards her. I see her white mask in contrast to her beautiful Auburn hair, and her bright smile as she bounces excitedly until I arrived at her side. She wears white this evening, lacey even… innocent. I shirk to myself I see right through ya Red, going for the innocent thing... good job on the out fit.

She greets us affectionately, my husband a little more so than I as she plants a hot steamy kiss on him. Not withstanding any jealousy that may have sparked from that, I turn to take in the environment of the party; the attendees dressed in their very best, smiling and drinking their cocktails… enamored with others companionship. Hands down, the place was packed with people... standing room (or err, laying room only).

The love swings that extended from the ceiling in normal party fashion once again held beautiful classy women… their outfits made of latex and crotch-less; zipped tight. Their hands bound to the chains of the swings, eyes blindfolded, they sit and sway sexily… legs spread.
My ears hear an old familiar haunting, the woman in the chair who read erotic poetry last time, reads on tonight as well. Only now her genre a bit rough and sadistic sexually, as her soft words amplify through the sound system complimented by a eerie techno just barely audible.

“You want something to drink?” Red smiles as she grabs my husbands arm and pulls him to her. “Your husband and I will go fill the order….”

“Sure, I’ll have a glass of wine, and…” I'm interrupted by stumbling upon what turns out to be a threesome engaged fully in oral copulation at my feet “uhh, whatever she’s having.”

“Alright then, we’ll be back…” she turns and points back over her shoulder, "Jess and my husband are over by the fireplace if you want to join them."

I still look to the fun on the floor mesmerized at how wonderful it feels to watch others so closely, to be able to reach out and touch them… join in if I wanted. And this group was a two male/ female combo… which really got me hot. The temptation to just get 5 minutes in on that was heavy... I bite my lip and remind myself that it will be my turn soon enough. I paused for a few moments, just to watch their pleasure, and then eventually decide to move on to the fireplace and meet with Red’s husband and Jessie.

I am welcomed to the fold by a glowing Jess just feet away, but I move bewildered as I saunter across the room.

Agape by the S&M theme of the party, I almost can’t believe my eyes as I realize there are mostly-naked men standing against the walls with leather face masks; just watching, unmoving. Their eyes turn to the copulating couples sprawled across the room in various alcoves, platforms, couches…

I don’t know what made me think of this, but I had to wonder what John’s after party cleaning bill would be like… and where the hell I can find some mostly-naked masked men to hire for a couple hours.

Red’s husband stands, offers me his seat and welcomes me to the party (crows’ feet and all). I return his welcome with a soft peck on the lips, but don’t accept his seat… I choose to sit on his lap. Jessie plops down next to us and begins to nurse her drink, clamoring on about my blog and how much she enjoys it. I listen to her intently, but her content is stifled by the woman’s chanting... and I could feel the pain, conflicting with the waves of pleasure... as he burrows deep inside... I gasp as the knife cuts deep…I cum with the force of a thousand wild horses…

“Honey, unclench your fist” Red’s husband whispers to me, “It’s most likely absorbed by now.”

I should have paid more attention to that statement when he said it, but I didn’t.


To be continued...

Resting Weltage

Im still recovering from Friday. And though I would love to belt out the party story, I am more obliged to capture my inventory instead.

Welts on ass from riding crops hurt like a bitch. They linger...

Ligature marks on wrists are difficult to hide without watches or bracelets.

Never assume you're gonna actually have penetration when going to an orgy.

Passion cramps make a weekend unbearable... since masturbation is pre-empted by parental responsibilites, making the situation worse.

If you get overly fucked up and pass out shortly after clit piercing, try and remember that your cocky-ass actually had it done.

Call it a party favor... *shrug*

By the way, honestly how do you women do this? It's slightly irritating and absolutely no fun yet.

*sigh*

Triple F Poll

Its a Triple F day today folks... that's right Fun Fucking Friday. And to honor this Fun Fucking Friday I am tossing out some truth to ya... Sexual Truth. I was told I should totally do this poll, okay it wasn't a dare... but it was close enough to entice the I'm not chicken part of me.

*Halloween Party tonight* *cheesy grin*

So here goes, and just reading the questions I can already tell it's gonna be an interesting comments day! Be kind.

1. How old are you/male or female? 31, female

2. How many people have you slept with? Of the same sex (so far) 4, Other sex 13.

3. Lost virginity at what age? 15

4. How many blow jobs/oral sex have you given? Jesus, what number is after gazillion?

5. How many one nightstands? One, and he didn't count... we weren't standing, and it wasn't night time.

6. Ever banged your friend’s significant other? Absolutely, but only because friend shared.

7. Ever cheated? Once, on a math test... I despise Algebra. lol, I know that wasn't the answer you expected!

8. How often do you masturbate? On average 5, but it's escalated lately.

9. What do you masturbate to? Holy shit.. uhhh. hmmm. errrr. No comment.

10. Most forbidden person you wanted to bang? Again, No comment... but if I had answered #9, it would have been the same answer as this one.

11. Ever had a gay/lesbian experience? Abso-fucking-lutely

12. Like the taste of pussy? Second only to chocolate.

13. Like the taste of cum? Always swallow it too fast... perhaps I should pay more attention next time.

14. Use toys? Hell yes.

15. Ever masturbated at work? Ummm. Well. Does a bullet in the car while running work errands count?

16. Craziest place you've had sex? I already said I would never tell. Second craziest place would be against the glass doors at a church across the street from my high school... ducked out of Homecoming for a quickie... I think my ass prints were still there a week later.

17. Like anal? yes. sometimes.

18. Foot fetish? No, no no.

19. Weirdest thing you have masturbated with? See now, I just can't see sticking anything in there that's not supposed to be there... I dunno, call me conventional.

20. Met anyone off Craig’s List and had sex the first night? LMAO jesus, are people that desperate?

21. How many porn’s do you have? Countless numbers from all years, genres, and countries. My favorite is swedish european porn... second only to france.

22. Faked an orgasm? Yes, unfortunately. Dude had no idea what the fuck he was doing.

23. Favorite position? I have to pick a favorite??? Hmmm... anything from behind, with hair pulling and pillow biting. Throw in a reach around and I'm stoked.

24. Ever paid for sex? Nope, it pays me.

25. Ever had sex in a club? Yes.

26. How many is too many? I wish this question were more specific.

27. Ever had group sex? Yep.

28. Ever had cyber sex? Yep, not lately.

29. Phone sex? –Yes, but only in desperate times.

30. Dirtiest Fantasy? I have so many, it would take forever to pick one.

31. Ever taped yourself? Yes. Well, No... somebody else taped me. It's still unclear whether we're speaking of duct-tape or VCR... in both cases It's a yes.

32. Taken dirty pictures? Of course.

33. Ever had sex with someone and didn’t know his or her name? Do pet names count? No, never.

34. Ever had sex with anyone famous? Not yet.

35. Feel like masturbating now? Maybe after I finish my coffee, I dunno the days only begun!

36. Fucked a co-worker? Jesus yes... best sex I ever had, and am still having.

37. Used someone? Well no, I've been on the receiving end of that. Wouldn't do it to some one else.

38. When it comes to shallow attraction, what body part does it for you the most? Shoulders/Arms and Smile.

39. Ever hate fuck somebody? Oh yea, absolutely. Still hate you too fucker.

40. Do you enjoy the dirty talk in bed? Depends on my mood. Never hurts to hear how much you like it though.. talk to me.

41. Consider fucking someone who writes you as a result of this poll? Very confident YES.

Happy HNT

Well, twist my arm and call me somebody else's name wouldja?

Sheesh.
I heard all of ya that said I should just post an HNT...Or rather a second HNT. So alright I'll spoil ya today.

I'd like to give a huge shout out to those of you that joined the intoxicated IM last night. I say intoxicated and not drunken because some chose other methods of getting stupid... Really, it doesn't matter how you achieve but that you participate. To those of you that didn't make it... s'ok (i missed you), but there's no doubt it's gonna happen again! LOL

I stayed up almost all night to do some womanly soul searching after learning about some 'new developments' in my lust-life. Decided it was time to re-adjust and do-over on some things. I have a tendency to get hooked on one thing or another... Only to be disappointed later. Disappointment happened, it was unavoidable.

I realize that I'm a hard core bitch really, but put it away just recently to be something Im not. Why'd I do that? Hmmm, dunno. Even so, being a bitch I am also a lover... And husband presses constantly that we should get out more, to swingers clubs or more social events in our circle of friends. That too I had put away, And hence the meditation/regrouping began...

SO, last night I lit the candles, took a bath, wrote most of my next submission, listened to music, drank more. Called Red in the middle of the night... We conferenced Jess in... Talked about what we would like to be doing to each other.

Although now that I think back on the call, I believe it was more like planning what we would do to each other.

Jess, I know you read this blog LOL. And Im taking your advice btw... It's time to be less of a sap and more of a sex-kitten like I used to be. I agree, and thanks for your honesty... How bout you and Red rekindle that tomorrow?


Happy HNT y'all.

Insignificant little Halloween thingy

World has been a little turmoil lately, and I find myself identifying largely to Sass's post about how fucked up it's been around the blogosphere. I miss T immensely, and find that the people in my blog-neighborhood have issues that they're dealing with. We all have issues... We need a support group of some kind. And then I realize;

we are each others support group.

I also learn that I am insignificant in ways that you cannot help me with. I'll get over it.

So, invitation stands for a drunken IMing tonight... Perhaps to celebrate the fuknuts sentencing -or- to wallow in self-pity. I'm totally serious as I will be sneaking in shots of 'Washington apples' until kiddo's go to bed.

*ahem*

I'm in the mood for cheer... And since it appears that I may not have time to post tomorrow (submission deadline fast approaching), I'm starting my half-nekkid Thursday today. I told you I never actually post a nekkid pic ON a thursday... So y'all pretend it's Thursday and enjoy this will ya?!?!? I am doing it in the hopes that you will put a smile on ya faces.

And last but certainly not least...

I got a call from Red today.
She's all excited about the Halloween party on Friday night, and was soo chalk full of details I thought she was gonna explode over the phone.

No costumes, thank god! As I still hadn't decided what to do for that... Although you guys and gals had some kick ass suggestions. Sorry I couldn't use them...

BUT it is still a masked event; so I will have the pleasure of choosing a black or white mask. Interestingly artistic and a tad racial... But, uh. You know what they say... Once you go black, you never- uh (thinking of you Johannes) uhhhhh.
*ahem*

Then she went on to mention something about sneaking out early with Jess and taking hubby's car out again. Trouble that one, I tell ya. I think it sounds like great fun, as there is only so much orgy one can take in an evening... Though now that I think on it, it may be difficult to convince husband to stay at the party alone while we cavort around town like masked lunatics.

LOL, it worked in Vegas though.

For those of you new and not familiar with the last party we attended at this hosts house, I have linked it here. This was the first party like this we had ever attended to actually... Which along the line led to a very intoxifying relationship with my Red. *sigh* My red. So excited. So needy. So willing to watch porn in the car away from the party...

K, so Im off to court. See ya tonight round 7... if Im tipuindg lieyke thisss then don't be surprised... it's just how I slur. Graceful, no?

Near to conclusion

Yesterday I had the opportunity to spend the day with the police department, in the back woods of my city. This was amazingly cool.

It all started as I was sitting with the detectives in the station yesterday morning going over the inventory of what had been recovered... it was quite clear to me that more than half of our property was still unaccounted for. Most, if not all of it being my stuff.

The three of us, I and two detectives, rubbed our chins and peeped over the case file. Hmmm... There is definetly a fourth suspect here, and he got away with a mother-lode. They apprehended 3 guys, with 2 duffels per guy. 6 bags were found... but there are backpacks missing from my sons room... among various other items that were not on the inventory list. We need to think more on this.

So we review the case together and find:

After getting more information from the respondants that reported the call; location, time, etc. As well as info regarding the perps and the direction they took to evade our wonderful local law enforcement, it was learned that two perps actually ran back between two apartment complexes in a gully/creek area surrounded by overgrowth of trees and sticker bushes. Only then to hop a 6 foot fence with barb-wire at the top, fall down a retaining wall into another 'private condominium residence,' and appear on another side street where they were aprehended sans-property.

I would never hop a 6 foot fence with barb wire carrying a heavy duffel full of stolen property. Never.

If I were a fourth perp, knowing my buddies just got snagged... would I continue to carry said property? Making it obvious that I am with that pack? UH, NO. I'd ditch it, hide it, come back for it later. Yep.

Okay, so me and my stupid mouth say exactly that... which prompted the sarge to say "Welp, looks like we need to canvas that area then... stickerbushes and all."

To which I said, noticing that they were extrememly busy around there and terribly understaffed "Don't worry about it, I'll go over and take a peek around the area... see what I can find."

To which sarge said "At least let me send an officer with you."

To which I said (duh) "Sure thing, if you've got a free man, I'll take it!"

Officer and I went to the location. We trampled through stickerbushes, creekbeds, holly bushes and a lot of fucking trees. We canvased a 2 mile area (squared), walking through residential yards, talking to the people in the area... etc. I felt kinda, well, like a cop... since I had one of those really cool police walkie-talkie things and a temporary citizens badge to make my residential and property intrusions legal. Empowering, very.

I had given up hope for finding anything, as I lit a cig and kicked the gonahorea pamphlet that littered the ground in a small alcove near the college. I inhaled deep and looked to god, allah, buddha, whatever to throw me a bone... It was then i looked to my right and noticed something stuck in a huge, scary, holly bush. I look closer... it's a backpack...

It's not mine... but Im pulling it out anyway. "Officer" I call over on my 'neat' walkie talkie, "I found something... can you come open it?"

I had been instructed not to open any bags or items if found (of course), so as not to ruin any evidence. Officer comes over and says "Well Hell! You'd make a good cop! I prolly woulda never seen that..." I stand near as he unzips the backpack, and finds more of our shit inside. "Ever thought of a career in law enforcement?" he laughs... so far you're batting a thousand!"

I think on that, we pull out the stuff and inventory it. Call the detective back at the station. Yep. Detective is pleased that it was not our backpack that the stuff was found in, and decides that yes... I need a law enforcement career. *hmmmm*

Nothing of mine was found in the backpack, except for some minimal jewelry (nothing of value). Mostly just my sons stuff, and some evidence that our video camera had been stolen... guess I didn't notice that was missing....

Today I get to see the fuckers face to face in a court of law. I'm excited.. and riveted... and...well. Looking forward to some closure for sure, so I can get back to my sexual self... and focus more on the impending Halloween party. Yes Yes, it's on Friday. Excited am I? Yes.

But not as excited as giving those juvenile fucks a big fuck you when the gavel drops... don't you just LOVE victim statement? hell ya, I do.

*tear* *Sniffle* They took everything we had your honor, my son is devistated... got a tissue?

A little bit of Everything

Served with fava beans and a nice Chianti.
(i originally wrote this yesterday... fyi)

I have no mental capacity at this point... 'tis all gone but one node shooting impulses like a mutha. I'm breaking it down into bite size pieces for ya, because that's all I can fucking muster today.
Live with it.

Update time on the break-in.

There's nothing good to say. In fact everything is entirely fucked up at this point. I'd been strong all weekend for the hubby and children... But finally broke this morning and have been an emotional wreck all day.

So unlike myself really... (and if any of you say I'm usually like this then fuck you).

Strange moment in the living room on Friday night though; I was on my knees cleaning up, scrubbing carpet and re-organizing papers (or as well as I could anyway), when husband comes over and .... I'll let you go with that one...


Moving on.

Trying desperately to pack away the mental shit fest over the weekend, I took the time to let my fingers do the walking... And for once not to my vagina. Though, I'm convinced that would make a way better post. I have some funny shit to share, but they all have stories behind them, so here goes:

1. I received an email from a reader that asked my advice on pearl thongs and if they work. I don't own a pair, had heard of them, thought I'd look into it. And then a friend calls as I'm surfing/shopping, conversation went like this:

friend - "whatcha doin?"
me - "shopping for pearl thongs"
friend - "pearl thongs, really? You gonna buy a pair?"
me - "I dunno, looks interesting enough... Promised someone I'd try them."
friend - "are you gonna write a review?"
me - (laughing)"uh, no."
friend - "why not... It'd be cool."

History: I usually review porn on the other site. We have done underwear review in the past (remember that cross-over readers)? I could do a review, but then there would be prompts for panty-review 2005.
Not sure I want to subject myself to that this year.
A lot of crack pulling, chafing, and total carnage for my wonderful privates.

me - "Not sure about this whole review thing... Might be trouble."
friend - "You thinking Panty Review 2005? It could turn into one huh..."
me - "yep. No way I'm subjecting my delicateness to that this year. That was a month of pain I'd rather put behind me."
friend - "yeah but these sound fun"
me - "No way"
friend - "I dare you."

More History: I'm not good with dares. I always do them. Something about having to prove myself... and she knows this so she always has to push the envelope...Jesus.
That being said I bought the damn underwear, and will write a review.

PS - Same friend also dared me on something else last night (she was on a roll), I'll have to share that one with you at a later date.

*sigh*

2. Same email from reader prompted this wonderful discovery... oh yeah baby, this one rocks the house. Or at least, it will.

I ordered one... Will entice my husband to do it for sexual purposes.
How cool will the double penetration be? VERY.
Ah yes, to be fucked in both holes at the same time by HIS dick. Pretty fucking cool actually... can't stop thinking about it.

Sorry, was that TMI? ... fuck you, I didn't think so either.

I'm abrasive tonight... I love it.

3. And last but not least, I stumbled on this and thought that some of my readers would find it useful. Nothing worse than being too big or too small, and I'm sick of listening to you men whine about "it doesn't fit right" or "I wish I could find my size."
blah, blah, blah... here, make it comfy for yourself so you don't ruin the mood.

Wrapping up the post with my own inner-turmoil...

Yes, yes I've had some time to re-persuade myself that sex is the answer for all of my issues. Now if I only felt sexy enough after cleaning blood and shit off my carpets to assault my husband. No amount of hot scolding water and wire brush could have done that. So I go on record for saying that I am 11 days un-sexed... And feeling every agonizing, desperate, maddening minute of it. Yes you fuckers... 11 days.

Thought of calling Red, but didn't feel like being in love.
Thought of calling Jess, but knew I'd hear it from Red.
Thought of calling anybody... Nobody close enough that would just fuck me on a whim.

What's up with you people being so DAMN far away? Can't I get some mercy round here? Shit.
Can't do the whole stranger thing... Not even 11 days desperate. Though, as the clock ticks, the UPS guys get better looking.

Kind-of like the beer goggle effect, only we'll call them time goggles.

My time goggles are on overload and I'm feeling like a Bull Mastiff sizing up everyone's trousers for the right leg. Perhaps beer goggles would help... I feel heavy binge drinking happening tonight.

That's all I got, for now....

Yesterday

I was having a pretty good day yesterday. For a Friday the office was fairly slow and I was getting shit done. I woke up with a good attitude and all was going nicely. Until around 1pm when I receive a call from my husband. "Hey" he gasped into the cell phone, walking quickly "It sounds like you're having a pretty good day."
"I am" I replied "finally."
"Well..." He pants on, his voice becoming a bit stressed "I would hate to ruin it for you."
"Why?" I could feel the pit of intuition in my stomach churn "Is it the kids?"
He chuckles nervously and continues "Guess who I just got a call from..."

Of course I wished he hadn't asked me that, since really I was terrible at this game and just wanted him to say it... "Uh, I dunno. Is it bad? Is it the kids?"

Good ol husband recants, still walking furiously... I can hear the tap tap of his wing tips on the sidewalk as he scurries. "Nope, no the kids are fine."

"Well, what is it then and where are you going." I am growing more nervous, but a bit relieved that my children were safe. Something about his tone wasn't right, and I couldn't wait for him to just blurt it... Then he did.

"I just got a call from the police department." I sit in silence, curious. He continues again "Apparently they caught some punks with a shitload of stolen items, one had my business card in it... It's my laptop. Our house has been broken into and a lot of our shit has been stolen."

I still sit. Stunned silence this time. He goes on to add "We need to get to the house right now, the police will be there waiting for us. They're going to process the scene."
"Are they at our house right now?"
"Yes."
"Fuck."
"Okay Hun, I'm outta here." And with that I conveniently forget about the days meetings and duties as I fly out the door, spitting the reason for my absence to a co-worker and apologizing. I run to the car and my phone rings... "Hey, can you just meet me downtown and take me home?"
Poor husband. He's a slave to the metro, which in mid-day only comes around every 55 minutes; sure being a bus commuter is conscientious.. But terribly inconvenient for emergencies like this. "Yes honey, I'll be there in a short... Head for the waterfront, I'll meet you there."

Most of you have been in an emergency situation. Ever notice how when you really need to get somewhere traffic slows, every dumbass going under the speed limit, does? Time goes faster and you wish you could just GET THERE. Husband and I experienced this fact as we raced 30 miles south to our violated residence. Not knowing the outcome once we arrive. What did they take... Did they break anything... Did they trash the place... Is the dog okay... Is my 'stash' still there or did they take that too? The nerves were spent... I smoked a cigarette or two.

We were greeted by two friendly, yet partially intimidating city police officers who offered us their condolences and prepared us for what we were about to see. Apparently they had already cleared the house... Which means they knew what it looked like in there "Well, your house is trashed." Commented the sergeant.

Then we entered our house....
Mass chaos.

They did trash our house... From top to bottom. The place was strewn and torn apart recklessly. There was shit everywhere... everywhere.

Shit broken - They entered through a huge window in the back of our house, smashing it to oblivion... And crushed misc. Other items in the wake of idiotic destruction. Some things sentimental and unrepairable.

Shit torn - Why they thought that was cool, I dunno. The papers never did anything to you.

Shit slashed - They found my husbands leatherman and commenced with cutting into things they couldn't open. Which was almost every fucking thing.

Shit stolen - This is a long and hurtful list. I would have been fine with you stealing my shit... Why did you have to steal from my kids though. You fucking assholes. Among the things I've lost that hurt the most? Diamond Earrings that were passed on to me through generations. My sons baby teeth (yes, the tooth fairy had kept the whole damn set), and all of my eldest sons toys (PS2, Xbox, PSP, $600 worth of games). Yep, they cleaned out my oldest sons room of loot; leaving only a bed, a dresser, and a stack of books (apparently those fuckers don't read). Color me shocked.

Shit smeared - There was dog shit all over my carpets... Smeared and ground in, thanks in part to them walking through my dogs shit outside and tracking it in with their shoes as they tore the place apart. Our house smelled like a kennel... No room was safe. By the way though, the dog was fine.

And one of those fuckers bled all over my house - I was glad to see one of them was injured from blasting through my window. But, I secretly wished that fuckstick had cut his jugular instead of his hand... I could have replaced my carpets. Besides, finding your dead body bleeding out in my driveway would have made the whole situation a positive.

So. The police processed the scene; fingerprinting, swabbing the blood, taking pictures. Husband and I sat and watched, calling the insurance company and wondering how this would impact my oldest son, who adores his Xbox.

So they caught the three ass hats that did it though. Yes, they did.
Thanks to a neighbor calling in a suspicious person, and our police department reacting right away... They were able to catch the fucks as they waited at the neighborhood bus stop. Waited at the bus stop LMAO! Jesus people, if you're gonna steal my shit at least have a fucking car handy. Three duffel bags, two laptop cases, and pockets stuffed with some of my jewelry. Idiots, seriously.

They copped a confession later... And we were able to go to the station and identify our stuff. Not all of it, since some was in evidence bags that we couldn't open until processed. So, really we don't know what we'll get back and what was lost when they tried to evade the police. Sometime next week we'll know for sure.

I was lucky to have my identification on this lap top or they would have never known it was ours and to contact us. Furthermore, we came SO close to losing this stuff forever... That means that some 16 year old would be enjoying my porn and my naked pictures of myself. K, now that would have REALLY pissed me off.

Random weird observation: These guys were not into panties, they were into socks.

So this weekend the plan is to fix and clean. We did some yesterday of course, but the house really has suffered and needs to be... Well... Cleansed. I, of course, didn't sleep well last night... Color you shocked.

I'm gonna swear about this for a long time. Because the perps were 16. Juvenile bastards... Time served will be short if any... All I can say is if I meet any of you in a dark alley, your bodies will be unidentifiable when I'm finished. Until then, you poor fucking bastards... Enjoy paying out your ass for restitution.

Mother....

Fuckers.

K, so I just wrote a whole post and blogger fucking swallowed it.

I'll write tomorrow. Fuck this.

Just a Taste

Okay Fine. Dozer Dammit... nice rant, and way to go for making me re-post this. Why do I love you for putting me in my place. And to those of you that quickly called me on the 'stop being such a bitch'... THIS is what happens when you go a whole WEEK without sex. Pity me dammit. Pity me. I'm going to go play in traffic now... enjoy the sincere thought. Oh, and PUSSY. There, that way you'll comment.

On to previous post:

I'm sharing an un-finished product with you today.

Why? I seriously don't know... Perhaps I feel all 'deep' and 'insightful' today.

I think it's actually a good start to my next submission/story... and it was only lately when reading it back to myself that I decided this would be a kick-ass thought to share with all of you.

Will I share the rest of the story? Perhaps. It depends on how it turns out... I can be pursueded of course. But for now I keep it my secret until completion.

That said, enjoy and have a great weekend to all. Oh, and I better see some really great comments from this shit right here... if not, you didn't read it thoroughly.

Why do we blog?

Ask yourself that question.

Really, is it to express our deepest opinions and emotions to an audience we may never face? Perhaps to catalog what we live on a daily basis through emotional strata-tude. For some it may be a reaching out to meet new people, make friends, dream the dream of being accepted for your mind not your body. Maybe even to fall in love.

For others it may be to self-promote their ego, as if trying to sell who they are through the eyes of literary blindness, some times even forcefully. And then there are those who peddle their skills to us, all-mighty consumers we are… hoping to hit it big and be discovered.

I hope you have your answer.

And if it was “a little all of the above” then you’re sitting where I’m sitting.

Hogtied and Shackled to

Drop yer cocks and grab yer socks!

Everybody's all about the HNT today. I think it's interesting to peruse the blogs and check-out everyones goods... feet, backs, arms, tats. Very cool.
So even though I said I wouldn't post an HNT on a Thursday, I'm gonna anyway (because it's Friday somewhere), and also because I owe sarge a pic.

That's right sarge, I'm talkin' to ya.

You and all the other rowdy freedom fighters out there... keep the faith, and your spirits high. I don my old cami's for ya today... I was, uh.. 30 pounds more in bulk and muscle once upon a time so they sag a bit, but.. you get the picture (no pun intended). And yes, I did run around during training exercises topless while I "putta-putta-jammed." Just felt more liberating that way

Keeping with the psuedo military theme, I'm bringing you updates from the Q and A's in the past. I'll be singing my cadence as I work today... and looking forward to that 20 mile hump... ya know what I'm talking about.

First Update: You Dirty Little

En, just want you to know that I told my fiance about my masochism. He is accepting of it and we have had great rough sex ever since! I actually even have him biting (which I find really enhances the orgasm when done just right). Thanks for giving me the courage to decide whether or not I should tell him. Who knew he'd respond so willingly? PS - he shared a secret with me too! He likes bondage!!! LOL.
Well, we're off to play and will be reading your material together from now on! I'm sending you a spanking and a sincere thanks!
Beaten

Second Update: Bummed in Bahgdad

Thanks for your help Em! There's more content in your response than what I had expected.

I thought I'd let you in on where things are standing as of right now. #1 (writing what I miss about her and why) is complete (well, I suppose that it's never truely complete, but I have sent her one email full with different everyday things that I miss sharing with her, and ended them with sexual encounters that she would remember.) She has been responsive to that alone so far. They made her quite happy. I think that the Godiva cheesecake that she received from me yesterday may have sweetened her day first though

Since yesterday I have began writing a couple fantacies. One I will leave for her to finish, but the other we wouldn't be able to act out due to it taking place here in Baghdad and using my rifle as a prop. I know I'll get a good response out of her with the first one, because she has written me a fantacy a while ago even though it was short.

I've discovered that I like taking the time to write out my fantacies and knowing that she'll read them. It's like we are having sex with each other at the same time, but from a far distance. Next on my list is to start jotting down some ideas to compile poems/songs for her (hopefully I don't have to sing them--that would just ruin the mood.)

Quickies...
1. In your post you said that you could remind us (soldiers) of what's waiting for us in the States. I was wondering what that is. After all, I am giving you a shout out

2. Would do me a favor?...Tell Lilith that I would like her support since I'm overseas as we speak. And, tell Sass that she has the kind of body that would keep me in bed alllll night long.

-Sergeant

As an end note I will say that "damn sarge"...."damn." I want Godiva Cheescake, with you on top. Er, but don't tell your wife or rather do.. and then come over for dinner.
I'm rambling... it was the pics I swear!
*Dropping to push up position*

Recipe for _______ ?

Scenario projecting here, bear with me....

Take one confident man and one strong willed woman.

Two very sharp people with manipulative and controlling egos (Perhaps even a bit brazen and contradictory in their ideas and thoughts -- sometimes).


Sarcastic? yes.
Stubborn? yes.
Opinionated? Absolutely.
Mischeivous? Uh-huh.
Enigmatic? Yup.

Then, have them be attracted to each other physically. Perhaps even a bit intellectually...

No emotional connection, just competitiveness and a willingness to prove that they are better in the sack than the other.

Sprinkle with lust and opportunity.

What would be the end result I wonder....?

Bull-Doz'n

Ladies and Gentleman,

While re-structuring my blog-home here a couple weeks ago, I thought it might be a neat idea to spotlight others erotic work as well as mine. I'm a giver, and always willing to help a fellow writer out. A couple of you have sent me some choice work, and I'm reviewing it as we speak.

Once the new work is posted, it is then cataloged in the Champagne Room to the right... until it is recycled as the need dictates. If any of you have short-story erotica, poems, or experiences you want to share... I am open to it. And as always, you have the choice to remain an anonymous author/authette. So, with that said, I am proud to present the first submission for the champange room.

BLINDFOLDED

She couldn’t see. For a brief second, she couldn’t understand why she was enveloped in blackness.

Then she remembered. She was blindfolded. When she turned her head — cocking it to the left in an effort to hear … anything! — Amelia could feel the smooth silk of the fabric slightly sliding against her temple.

It took her a few more seconds to remember that she had agreed to let HIM blindfold her. He had aroused her to such a level that she would have said yes to almost anything. “How far would I have gone?” she asked herself. “How far WILL I go?”

This had never happened to her before. She’d had good lovers. She’d had great sex many times with several different men … and two women, while backpacking across Europe during that semester off from college.

But this was completely different. This man, this semi-stranger, this guy she barely knew had not only managed to take her to a level of ecstatic anticipation that she’d never experienced before, but did so with an ease that would have sickened her, if she weren’t so enraptured.

What was that sound? A shoe scuffing along the hardwood floor? She tried to turn toward the sound, but found that her range of motion was severely restricted. Her wrists and forearms were bound securely behind her, and attached to something, she couldn’t tell what exactly. And she was sitting on her legs, her ass just above her ankles, her knees on the floor. Her legs were secured in some fashion as well.

Amelia didn’t feel groggy and was pretty sure she hadn’t been drugged. She gasped in sudden realization. He didn’t need to use any drugs on her; that was how high he had escalated her libido. She had literally been helpless in his hands. He’d blindfolded her, removed all her clothes except for the thong and her heels, then had tied her up and secured her to the bedpost.

“Amelia,” came a deep, throaty whisper from somewhere to her right.

She gulped. Scared and yet excited, enervated and a’tingle.

“Amelia,” said the voice again, this time with a stronger, demanding tone.

“Yes?” Amelia managed, her breath raspy with anticipation.

His fingers alit on her ribs, next to her left arm. A shiver of electricity ran up her spine. His thumb brushed over her nipple, so lightly that it almost seemed as if he hadn’t touched her. And yet she gasped again, her body shaking.

“Tell me what you know you want me to hear, Amelia,” came the voice.

She tried to lean forward, toward where she thought he was. The thumb returned, this time roughly flicking it, up then down, up then down. She could feel her pussy juices flowing down her thighs, a heat burning between her legs.

“Oh, God!” she moaned. “What do you mean? What do you want me to say?”

“Amelia,” said the voice. Stern. Demanding. Impatient.

“I don’t know,” she whined.

His touch evaporated.

“Wait!” she almost shouted, her anxiety, horniness and hunger escaping. Quieter this time:

“Wait, Duncan.” Amelia could almost feel him move closer.

“Well?” came the deep voice. “Please … please fuck me,” she pleaded.

“Is that all you think I want?” Duncan asked, clearly annoyed. “No … that’s what I want, Duncan. I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me … I need you inside me. Take me.”

“I think you know what I’m waiting to hear, Amelia.”

God, the way he said her name. Wait … that was it.

“I’m yours. Completely. Utterly. Yours.”

He chuckled softly, and she felt a moment of panic. She’d fucked up.

“Was that so hard, my Amelia?” she heard him say, and then his lips were on hers, taunting and teasing. She was hungry for him, wanted him in every way imaginable, wanted her tongue and his to dance. But he just kept kissing her. Softly, slightly moist kisses. A teasing touch of his tongue between her lips had her gasping again.

“Duncan. Oh Duncan …” she moaned.

His lips were gone … and then her lips were kissing the head of his cock. She couldn’t help grinning. She wanted his cock inside her — her mouth, her pussy, her ass … she just wanted it.

Her lips parted, her tongue sliding under the head, curling up and wetly licking. And then she sucked the tip in, popping it in and out of her shapely and warm mouth. She was gratified to hear a rumbling moan deep in his chest. So she was able to affect him at least a little bit; he wasn’t made of stone.

Amelia found that she had to be a bit restrained because of her restraints; she didn’t have a normal full range of motion. But that didn’t stop her from giving the best head possible. She used every fellatio weapon at her disposal. She sucked with her lips and cheeks; she licked and stroked and flicked with her tongue; she lightly scraped his shaft with her teeth; she took as much of him down her throat as she could.

What amazed her was how dripping wet her pussy was. Yes, she usually got turned on while giving head, but nothing like this. Part of it was being tied up, she admitted to herself as she twirled her tongue around the rim of his cockhead, constricting it as tight as she could. Her inner thighs were slick with her pussy juices.

The heat from between her legs distracted her for the briefest of seconds, so she didn’t notice the sudden shift. All of the sudden, she wasn’t sucking his dick — he was fucking her mouth. His hands were on the back of her head, fingers entwined with her medium-length reddish hair as he fucked her mouth with an increasing intensity, forcefulness and power. And God, it was good. She had to struggle to regulate her breathing through her nose. It became a little harder to concentrate on using her tongue and lips; she was just a receptacle for his cock. And she fucking loved it.

She choked a moan as the static shock of her first orgasm rocked her body. She hummed and groaned, the vibrations tickling his cock, which was throbbing in her mouth now; it would be only moments before his come exploded deep down her throat … or so she thought.

He pulled out of her at the last moment, tilting her head back with one hand. The she felt it; the first plop of warm jizz on her cheek; the next hit higher, right above the blindfold. A few drops landing in her gaping mouth; she swallowed his cum heartily after savoring the taste of him in her mouth. A few more warm splashes hit her chin and cheek. She felt some dribble onto her tits. Then the head of his cock was presented to her lips again and she sucked him dry, licked him clean.

She sat there, spattered in his sperm, dripping with her own pussy juices, struggling to get her breath back. It took her awhile to notice how quiet everything was. A door opened.

“Duncan?” she whispered?

“Good girl,” was all she heard before the door clicked shut.

She smiled in her personal darkness, and adjusted herself as much as she could to get as comfortable as she could. She knew he would be back … and very soon.

Author: Doz
To see more of this authors works, click here. But god dammit. don't forget who introduced ya.

Bummed in Baghdad

Let's give it up for our soldiers overseas people... Holla!

How can you not love em?
I for one, support my troops even if I don't believe in the reason for the fight. I only wish I could hear more from you dusty american gun toting cami wearing hotties. Whassup with that?

You boys need to give me a shout out some time, perhaps I can remind you what's waiting for you back home... you know, civic duty and all.

For the rest of you that have your feet planted firmly on american soil (or Canada, or Guam or whatever). I insist that you add in or comment to this since my expertise can only go so far. Besides, you guys and gals did a kick ass job last time... seriously impressed with all of you.

Hi Em.

I am currently deployed in Baghdad, Iraq with only a couple months left of my tour. My wife and I went eight months before we were together again this year (yes, eight painful sex free months!) Thanks to digital-this and digital-that we were able to share intimate moments with each other, but the amount has been heavily swayed to my side. There's been two seperate occaissons that she's sent me a few pics of her nude, but I yern for more.

She's come a long way from when we first met in terms of sex and being naked around me...she had a horrible childhood/adolescence. Plus, she was pregnant the entire time I was gone prior to going on R&R. So, I understand how she wouldn't feel quite compeled to get naked and take photos of her self.

My plot is to get her to write a fantasy to me, send pics or even a video to me. What I am wondering is if you have any ideas of how to break this lingering contempt and inhibitions even though we are so far apart.

Thanks so much,
Your Soldier in Baghdad


Dear Soldier in Baghdad,

First let me say that you're fighting the good fight, and I am honored to be able to assist you oh-gun-packing-camo-wearing-brave one. I mulled over your question for quite some time; you had written that your wife had a horrible childhood, so I chose to tread delicately in my response to you. Since I don't know the motivator behind why her childhood was as bad as it was, and the fact you've taken great strides to uproot a long festering issue with her; I am taking this question sincerely and sensitively to not only your needs, but hers as well.

I want to ask questions, but I can't. So I'll assume you tell her you love her, she's sexy, and you're going no where but home to her arms when your tour is done.

Here's something to re-assure you:
Too many times us women tend to think that there's no spark... we're unattractive (even to committed partners). Not often enough do we hear that's not the case, which causes the assumption that you'll stray. Sometimes even if we know you won't stray, there's potential that you'll bore of us eventually or think of us in ways other than sensual lovers.

What can we do... we worry.

And help you cope a bit:
I think that ulitmately the reason your wife does not sway as heavily into the digi-this, digi-that could be a low self esteem issue. She probably thinks she looks (or is coming across) terribly unattractive over the net. Further, she may have taken a pic or two... looked them over, and decided that if she didn't like the way the photo looked, that you wouldn't either.

You need to tell her that you find her absolutely more attractive than the mags and pics floating around your barracks. You need to tell her that you want to enjoy looking at her, not your buddies centerfold. That's honesty.
Low self-esteem or a bruised self-confidence can hamper sexuality in this way. And I believe that an esteem over-load in the positive direction is essential for her from you.

The fact that she just had your child and the responsibility/ discomfort she is feeling can be terribly unsexy to her. She doesn't understand that you still see her pre-birth/pregnancy... and she struggles to get used to her new body, her new life, the stress and hardwork that she endures, while still constantly worried and waiting for you to come home... AND missing you (jeesh).
All of these factors could be why she isn't as anxious to participate. It sounds as if you understand these concepts and assumptions so I won't go further.

And my advice to you:

I'm assuming you haven't openly expressed the way you felt about this issue. If you haven't, try it and be sincere. Again, remind her that you really do want to enjoy her from afar.

So, how do you get her to play... is really the Q here. Well, start with the esteem. Seriously.

1. Explain to her first how much you miss her and tell her why. Even if its as simple as you missing spooning with her in bed, the touch of her lips to yours... the feel of her pubic hair through your fingers... her smile during climax.

2. After you feel she is accepting of the lingual prizes, move on to more intimate ego-boosting. Tell her you liked the way she used to __________. Of course, the more sexual the compliment or absense you dictate the better... you want to make her feel like you need some eroticism, or atleast to share the memory of an erotic moment together. Find something that you know she can relate to as well... If it's that she loved a particular foreplay tell her you miss that (even if you didn't).

The goal here is to negate her memory into re-living the moments, and wanting to talk about them or express them. If she feels embarrassed about it, tell her not to... she's still the same sexy woman you married, decided to settle down with, and accept no matter what.

4. and use "accept no matter what" bingo statement. Chicks love it will add bonus points to the self esteem factor for her.

5. I think that your priority should be the fantasy... definetly that should be your first step. Only because it sounds as if still shots are gonna be tough to start with, and video may still be too much (but eventually do-able). Here's what you do...

Write your own fantasy, perhaps short enough that she doesn't feel overwhelmed and send it to her... tell her that you dream about this constantly and can't shake it. Then, ask her to critique it. OR better yet, only write half and ask her to finish it.

Explain to her that it would mean so much to you to have her assistance in writing this erotic love fantasy and hopefully you two can act it out when you get home!!! K, that's hot. If a guy did that for me... I'd digi-this AND digi-that.

6. If she participates willingly in the story, ask her to add a photo to it. She may bite.
If she bites on both, your webcam isn't too far away....

And in the end, if these suggestions don't work all I can say is; only two more months, only two more months... there's no place like home... there's no place like home. I've been in your position, you know that. It's understandable how you could be frustrated... and a bit lonely. But, chin up and know that I am pulling for you... or I could if you wanted.

So, as a sum up: long-distance intimate self esteem boosting, memory sparking toward naughty or sexual moments you've shared, and prompt the story yourself... if you insist that it's important to you... she'll do it. Because she loves you and you love her.

Good luck and let me know how it turns out... sir, please sir.

EN

Ps- I'm still looking for the beretta... ;)

Feared and Loathed, but only at the Wynn

I have compiled the following after thoughts of my trip to Vegas with my gal pals. There is a great story nestled between the bullet points, but one I think should be saved for awhile.

I want to thank those of you that missed me and enjoyed the audioblog, no matter how fucked up it was.

I would also like to give a big fuck you to those that made me feel like an asshole for audioblogging. I have cleared those from my blogosphere and will never be doing it again, thanks. Here I thought you'd be more appreciative... Silly me. No really, I guess the thought of scripting something after downing 5 shots, two hypnotiqs and cran and ample amounts of rum and coke just wasn't in the game plan. I still love you... grudgingly.

Further, (doz) I would like to share that I wear a C cup... Which swells to a D once a month, and thank you for initiating that verification and for the extreme insult to my curvage. Consider yourself bound and spanked... for a while. I did miss you guys and gals though... which prompted my drinken stooper to the net niches... which might I add are extrememly cool.

Carrying on, I now bring to you Vegas after thoughts as compiled by myself and my awesome galpals:

• Never ever tell anybody a perverted secret on an airplane. Too much potential to taint the ears of teenagers.. And/or Sunday church goers. I think one dropped and said a prayer for me... But I accidentally lobed an ice cube at them. Which of course initiated another prayer.

• liquor before beer, never fear. Beer before liquor, never sicker. This rule has been proven and noted for the future of my alcoholic well being.

• Sharing lip gloss is not about passing the tube around. To get the full effect of sharing lip gloss you must take it from the person wearing it... Or all three of them rather. Sharing is caring.

• Some women don't like sweaty balls. If you're in the throws of passion and she whips out a wet nap, don't be offended... Just do it. I for one, in your defense, claimed that I can do the whole sweaty ball thing and don't see a problem with it. This became the basis for a catty argument the rest of the trip... Truly I apologize for any offense C. I don't think metrosexual men have intercourse or otherwise without showering first anyway, regardless of the occasion.... Much love. Now, about the onion dip and the ass hair.

• Check your wardrobe before wearing down to the casino. You never know when somebody has scrawled "I love cock" on the back of your shirt in lipstick. Vengeful catty bitch, but I love you.

• If somebody at the high stakes area offers to gift you a chip, but only if he can tuck it between your cleavage... Double check the color of the chip first... Especially if you're two sheets to the wind. That $500 chip could be a $50... Or a $5. As an end to that thought, if it really is $500 then you have to do the pick up trick and retrieve it from said cleavage with your mouth. This prompts the man to offer you another and an invitation for a couple hours in his suite. Take the chip, reject the suite.

• Certain taxi drivers don't like it when you ask them the contents of their gloveboxes and insist that you see them.

Climbing the statue in front of Ceasars for a picture with his dick in your hand is really not a good idea no matter how fucked up you are. YES, even if it was a dare. Further more, there are really more balls than dick to grab onto anyway.

• Vegas police don't like garters, and will pay particular attention to the patting down of that area. Though, research dictates if you hike your skirt to show them you're not packing... They'll drop the lewd act charge and fine you for indecency instead.

• Some of those neat cookie cutter chapels will marry 4 women. I am still wondering if I'm a bigamist or not.

• Hot tubbing intoxicated can turn into a web cam experience. Note to self: next trip bring the fucking webcam.

• There is nothing as empowering as sitting in the high-stakes area playing poker and smoking cigars with the big boys. But watch the chicks in the area, they get pissy. In fact, no matter where we went chicks got pissy... dunno. It's a mystery.

• Waking up woozy and naked in a suite with 3 other woozy naked women is trouble. Especially if you think you married them last night and got an indecency fine.

• You can in fact harass your friends to participate in burlesque pole amateur night. And who knew we could amp the house? I'm starting a second career stripping... it seems to work for me. I'm pretty sure that's when the panties went astray. Seriously though, you CAN use a g-string like a sling shot.

• The Wynn casino resort is kick ass. Too bad we're not welcome there anymore.

• Video Camera + Drunken idiocracy = really good blackmail material.

And with that, I return to my previously scheduled content.

Thanks J, Zanie, and C for the outrageous and unforgettable weekend... much love to you as always. What would I do without you, honestly.
Oh, and thanks as well for the free blog advertisements that are now scribbled across Vegas restrooms in sharpie. It's gonna work out for the best, I just know it.

"I ______________ in Vegas"

Are these billboards everywhere, or just here?

Honestly, everytime I drive by one I am aflutter with the possibilities that could occupy that blank spot. I could spit out a gazillion of them...

But now it's all about packing, firming up plans, tying loose ends... blah blah blah. I know I promised y'all I would start up the Champagne Room today, but I just don't have the heart to pass this up. Remember when I shared the intial emails that slaughtered my outlook with insults from my galpals? Yeah, you remember that. If not, refresh.

You would think that after the exchange today I would totally decide that going to Vegas with these fools would be the worst thing for me. But I love em.... and I think that the hate, love, hate, love thing is really working for us. So, here is the latest installment, skillfully edited... enjoy the ego carnage:

C: haven't heard from anyone... we still doing this then? Will somebody tell me what the plan is please?!?!? And, what are you guys packing?

E: Well, we were trying to go without you... that's probably why you didn't hear anything. I'm packing a camera, batteries, and a firm C cup biootch... actually, shit I have NO idea.

C: Fuck you E. The party never starts without me. Are we shuttling to the airport? If not, I'm sure there's enough room in E's C cup... mind the tp.

Z: I'm still going... Did we even talk about how we're getting there? Should I come over to your house E or are you picking us up. tp... low blow C.

E: Happily will fuck. Mile high even. The party never ENDS without you either slizzut.
HEY wtf? Lay off my C cup broad... and I'll have you know the only reason YOU'RE in a C is the 20 pounds you gained two holidays ago. Meet at my house, we'll get to the airport from there. Z... what happened to the suede mini?

Z: Not a chance, it's stained. Why are we meeting at your house anyway... Mile high. Yeh. Honestly has anybody identified where we're staying or how we're getting there once we get there?

E: Have to make sure husband is happy, kids are watered and fed then I'm out. Figure that'll take the most time. Since you and C are single ladies... you won't have to worry bout that. I thought C emailed us all and told us about the dick she had to suck to get into the MGM Grand, aren't we staying there?

Z: She sucked a dick for the MGM? Seriously? Pity, what a waste. Are you sure she didn't say that she sucked dick for a grand? Perhaps you mis-understood. Uh, and you forgot... I have a child too. Jesus E... quit smoking that shit.

J: I'm in Boise... about to go through security now... will call later. My votes on she sucked dick for a grand. And also... I need to take care of husband too, and shit I feel old about this whole leaving the wounded thing. Single bitches.... whatever.

E: I second the feeling old thing. AND the single bitches thing. I got $20 on C sucking dick for a grand... any takers? So, I'm thinking nobody knows where the hell we're staying then.

C: Hey fuck you guys. I would suck dick for a grand. Watch that vibe J. I'll make sure we still have reservations... can't teach an old bitch new tricks.

Z: Honestly, You too aren’t old……you’re just married! Can’t make your big babies-(husbands) do anything without you. They might need ya to wipe their butts or something! Hahahahaha! MAKE SURE we STILL have reservations? C, are you joking?

E: OMG you didn't just call my husband a baby did you? You silly bitch. Only I am allowed to call him that… it’s his bedroom name. And furthermore any ass wiping between myself and my husband remains behind locked doors, thanks. C, I gotta hundred grand BAR in my purse... it's got your name alllll over it. Further, bitches age like wine... which makes me a good vintage... and you're absolutely right... i have enough tricks as it is, don't need yours thanks. No worries Z, she could blow for another room if we need her to.

C: You're so in trouble when we get there. Z, I'll be at your place around 4pm we'll get over to E's round 5pm and then to the airport.

Z: You kinky cat you! Pet names in the bedoir! YUCK! I don’t want to know that! You both are my friends! Next thing you know you're going to tell me your husband has the fetish with the vaccuum cleaner! hahahahahaha. C I assumed you made sure the room is still available?

E: Fucking hilarious really. You guys are fucking crack-ups. Why so early to be at my place though.. the flight doesn't leave til later? Right? Kinky cat! LOL Meeeooooowwww. There's nothing wrong with the vacuum cleaner.... great hickies.

C: No, that's her son with the fetish. Uh, E my ticket says leaving at 6:54. I thought you were on the same flight? NO? so sad. beeooootttcchhh.

E: LOL silly me. I thought you meant to say biiiiooootttcchh. Fucking learn to say it right or don't say it at all. uhhhh... OH the ticket says ARRIVING in Vegas round 9. K, noted. be at my house whenever... that means we start drinking round... ahhhh.... 3ish? LOL

C: That sounds good, lets all leave work early and go pre-function. I know me and Z can. IT's a single ladies thing.... bbIIII ooottchhh.

E: Have to work, no go... will have to leave from here to airport... lets just meet at gate then. Better C, better... now say it with more feeling, almost as if you have a dick in your mouth and you're shooting for that grand.

C: Ummmm. how are we supposed to get there.... fly? stop with the dick sucking comments.

E: On your fucking broomstick with a dick in one hand and a grand in the other. I dunno! Alright, seriously are we going anywhere with this... some of us have to work. I have to know where we're staying for emergencies. I have to know if I need to pick you guys up or just meet you... AND I have to know how the stain on Z's skirt got there.

C: Working on the room res. Pick us up on the way to the airport... it's on your way anyway and if you're not stopping at home first then we'll just go straight there. I'll head over to Zanies and we'll pre-function for ya. Maybe slip one to you in the car. Like my broomstick up your ass.

E: Tease. I'm not drinking and driving. I'll pick you up and throw back a couple on the plane. Please let me know what's going on with the room as soon as you know. Have to leave emergency contact number with vacuum cleaner loving ass wiping big baby husband. You know, really you're just jealous is all. Now, what of the stain on Z's skirt....?

Z: C, yes let's do that. But, no broomstick please. What E? Jealous of you? LOL. okay, maybe. And about that stain... speaking of your husband...

E: Bitches. You have now successfully pissed me off. No mercy from here on out. I'll call J when she lands and give her the scoop.... don't email me tomorrow... I'm not talking to either one of you.

C: Why, because of the stain comment? So sensitive about husband... jealous even maybe.

E: NO because I missed the opportunity for a threesome with Zanie. FUCK. Audi.

Yep. I'm totally in for it. Notice that nowhere in that day long fuck-shop did we hammer down where we'd really be staying? *nervous* I anticipate a lot of interesting stories accumulating from a 48 hour stooper.... share some? prolly.

So, how would you fill it then? Go on, humor me... and give me some ideas while your at it.

"I ________________________ in Vegas."

HNT WTF

Does anybody not know about Half-nekkid Thursday? I only recently was asked if i would be joining the gaggles displaying their HNT tomorrow.

Honestly, I don't wait for Thursdays to get half-nekkid. And obviously I do what I choose. So if you ask me to post a picture for HNT, it's most likely I'd say no.... because well, you asked.

Shit people if you don't know me by now.

I post half-nekkid pics of myself every day BUT Thursday, haven't you noticed that? SO in keeping with tradition, I hereby reward y'all with a my HNT WTF.

oh, ps - I must admit that I like half-nekkid thursdays, and oblige everyone to endulge, atleast once.

On another note, tomorrow I am spotlighting a piece for the champagne room. Once it's posted, It will be found there until I have to recycle it out (sorry). Hope to not though... recycle. I have paper/plastic recycling envy.

AND I received a special Q&A that I really want to hammer down before my trip on Friday, most likely that will be up too. I have to tell you that frankly I am priveledged, as always, to hear from our soldiers overseas... I'm bumping it to the priority stack because he wears camo's, carries a gun, and has those regulation boots on. FUCKING HOT.
Furthermore, apparently I misjudged our hard working freedom fighters rank yesterday... I know how important it is for rank when addressing my men in uniform... He spanked me!
*joy*
I stand corrected; he's a Sergeant! Holy fuck, I'm dripping here.... k, hold me back fuckers: *wet alert* check it, he totally put me in my place-
"Just understand that you are both lucky and unfortunate for not being under my command, especially while in the dessert."
And even better:
"OH! BTW Besides my own piece, I'm packin' two guns...and I carry a large sack"
*dripping... panty exchange... new pair*
Sergeant Sir, please make me drop and give you twenty... minutes!?!?!

k, so I'm stuck on that thought now...

BTW: I have begun to post the top 10 of my ipod shuffle and/or songs I'm enjoying... There are atleast 3 Mike Doughty songs I'm digging right now... check out the album Houghty Melodic, seriously.. it kix ass.

You dirty little...

Alright, so here marks the first Q and A on this blog ever. The following person requested to be anonymous and would like to keep the comments section open... if you have any further advice or comments, feel free to leave them. So, here goes:

Dear EN,

I've been dating a guy for 4 years and we'll be married in June. I am aprehensive because I admit I haven't been entirely truthful with him. We get along great and have a very close relationship, I love him very much... However, I am a closet masochist and he has no idea.

He is a gentle man and very giving, has always been supportive of me and has told me he would do anything for me... but, I think that if I tell him I'll lose him because I know that he would never hit me intentionally, especially in the bedroom. How do you suggest I approach this issue with him? Do I tell him? Or, should I continue to fake my orgasms until after when I can sneak to the bathroom and make myself cum?

Thanks - Beaten


Dear Beaten,

Err, umm. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Well, I assume you've never ever spoken to him about this or tried to introduce it in the bedroom forum.

I think that faking orgasms is a shame... and a tremendous waste of energy especially if you have a willing partner. Now is a good time to approach this issue since nobody should ever go through life committed sneaking into the bathroom to pinch a nipple and smack themselves for an orgasm. Although, that does sound rather fun... seriously will have to check that out myself.

If he is all that you say, giving and willing to make you happy then I think you should tell him before the bonds of marriage. It sounds almost as if he would respect you more for telling him, and ultimately it could work in your favor that you've got some history there. I think you'll find that he may be more shocked that you hadn't told him sooner. Really, the worst he could do is laugh and say something shitty like "I could never hit you honey." In that case you would need to make a decision as to whether he is more important, or your sexual preference is. Soul searching... really, it's a good thing. Once that decision is made, it's all good. Though, I am getting the feeling there will be no decision making... what man doesn't like to spank his catch?

I can't think of one, honestly.... *thinking* yep, nope.

BUT.
Let's just say you decide not to talk to him about it... you chicken out. Okay that's cool, we all chicken out every once and awhile, even me. Yes. I do.
Slyly introduce it into bedtime play then, perhaps when he's behind you (and please don't tell me he never gets behind you) you could reach back and spank yourself. That might just entice him to smack you too.
Or and better yet, if you can prop on one arm, then pinch your own nipple... I'm pretty sure he wont see it. Hair grabbing/pulling - hot - and I am sure if you direct his hand to a fist full of hair regardless of position and tell him while moaning to pull it, he will. Oh, he will.

Shit. I am totally losing my train of thought here... what the fuck was I saying?

Seriously though Beaten, if you decide to hit this head on (pardon the pun) before marriage than I think it would be a good move. Try sneaking it in first... and then move on to the talk-time, that way you may not have to discuss it at all if he complies.

OH and whatever you do, do NOT tell him you've been faking your orgasms... us ladies can only go so far with being 'truthfull and totally honest'. I will be interested to hear how this advice works for ya, so let me know how it goes...

I'm gonna go wrench my panties up into my clit and deck myself a while, I could use a good orgasm.

bits and pieces

Well shit.

I don't feel like structuring sentences or influencing you with my sexual innuendos. K, call it laziness... I call it down-right deserving.

I give to you the following thoughts and observations, feel free to comment as you like (god willing)... and remember - drive hammered, get nailed.

1. Work sucked ass. I hate conference calls, they never work out to my advantage. Dammit Mr. If you could only see my cleavage over here on my end you might be just distracted enought to agree with me.
The only thing good about today at work? --- uh, err. Was nothing.

2. This thought is for the ladies... if you don't have a vagina or aren't married to one, you may have no idea what I'm about to spit:

So you go into your gynecologists office for your 'visit', kay? Sheet akwardly over lap, heels propped embarrassingly... it's bad enough right? Right.
So of course he/she leans in to do the examination... and yeah well, what do you talk about? Especially after the first words out of their mouths are "jeez, I missed you.. it's been a whole year.' *cringe* Ummm, you really had to wait to say that until you were up and under the sheet, didn't you doc?

3. After my life meltdown last week, I decided to switch up the blog a little and lean more heavily into what I had originally planned for the theme. No, not like tacky cunt shots or anything *thinking* *contemplating even*

No, no I won't do it.

More stories, more top 10's, yes more porn review (geesh), and I'll do some Q&A's anonymous or otherwise (at the requests of you). People dug my ipod top twenty, even if it was a shuffle; so maybe I'll swing that too.
If you have a request, question, comment, porn you want reviewed... really any damn thing; I put up my email to the right. No, your other right.

How many of you actally had to think about whether you looked to your 'real' right first? Thought so.
So further on, I also plan on spot lighting other's light erotica. Starting this week. If you have something smutty you wrote, or would like to write for the spot light, pls do. I think that's what the champagne room will be... but not sure.
I needed a champagne room. Now I just gotta figure out how to fill it.

4. I made a kick-ass dinner Sunday night. I was proud, shoulda had you over for that.

5. Alright, for the men: Really, men have this whole ball adjustment thing down to a science. I'm envious. Not that I want balls... that would be just one more thing I'd have to contend with... bothersome.
Really don't know HOW you manage to pull off testicle wearing; seeing how you are with a common cold. But hey, I praise you all mighty ball adjusters... and your freaky little dances.

6. I've been people watching on my blog links, and enjoying your stuff more than usual. I think it's the fact that summers over and y'all are spending more time indoors... scary. Except you Sass... who I can't imagine ever staying indoors!

You guys and gals make my day... really, have we all met each other yet? Feeling comfortable, no? I have been updating my links (also to the right)... so dive in. BUT, don't forget who introduced you k? I'm working for the title of Madame En... and charging each time you click.

12:45.2

Bump-bump-bump

The base line resides strongly, beckoning me to dance. Hastily the floor thickens with people content to grind along to the melodic tempo filling the room. I turn my direction back up to the DJ, who works to set the next track… “You want to request something, don’t you?”

My red head knows me too well. Yes, my weakness… I am a sucker for a sexy base line; and now that I’ve annihilated my drink I’m prepared to grind a little myself, definitely “Yea, I think I would.”

“Kay, done deal” she digs in her pocket book and frees a pen and a match book, “Follow me.”

We make our way to the second tier of the floor and step up. Trying to maintain my balance a little, I grasp for a shoulder of a woman dancing before me; she whips around as if offended that I touched her.

“Sorry” I contended. She shrugs and smiles “s’ok”, then continues on to her musically driven movement, guiding me to join her. I do, as my date lifts a hand to the DJ… he lowers and grabs the match book she has extended to him. He accepts her note, nods, and looks to me as I bump and grind with my newly found partner. Smiling, he points down at me and waves; I return his gesture and continue on.

“You know the DJ?” My dance partner shouts as she turns to face me, hips shaking violently. I reply with a head nod, affirming that apparently I did… she gleams with excitement, and commences to dance closer to me. The red head descends upon us in only moments, joining us in our movements.

“What did you request?” I speak loudly to her, as I feel the beat and work my body to match it.
“You’ll see…” She grabs my waist and comes in close. “Hey Jess!” She continues, looking over to my dancing friend. “I didn’t think you’d make it tonight. So glad you came!”
“Red!” She boasts as she crosses to hug my date “You guys are together? I wondered what was up with the new face!” Still moving to the music, her arm is settled nicely around the shoulders of my red head. “You know” Jess shouts over the music “I never miss one of your husband’s promotions.”
Huh? Promotions?

They continue on in conversation, and I try my hardest to make out what they’re saying… but fuck it, I’m really grooving on this Sean Paul Punkie remix the DJ’s spinning at the moment. The throbbing dance floor becomes more congested as ever, I look down upon the swarming mass of people loving it just as much as I am. Heaven I tell ya, heaven.

But then the music switches up, and the bass line slows to a crawl… Boom, bump-bump-bump. Boom, bump-bump-bump. If you’re feelin’ like a pimp, If you’re feelin’ like a pimp…

The massive huddles slow, and the bodies move in unison to the new song selection. Others who previously sat and downed their drinks now got up and made their way to the floor as well, causing for body to body contact, no personal space rules allowed.

Oh that naughty red head; it’s Jay-Z, the dirty south remix of ‘like a pimp’… and she knows this base line gets me every time. Boom, bump-bum-bump.

Jess and Red, now done with their conversation, move in to me and we all begin to sway together; backs arched in a lean, shoulders swaying with the re-adjusted bass line.

I motion up to the DJ who sits complacently watching us dance to my selection, smiling and nodding to the beat. I wave again to him; letting him know he rocked the DJ booth with that choice. He raises his drink as if to declare victory, and gives a high sign back.

“Hey, stop flirting with my DJ” Red declares in a chuckle, and an L to her forehead.

“I was just telling him I like the way he changed it up.” I reply, laughing back; feeling my hips gyrate with the beat. Go an brush yo shoulders off, ladies is pimps too go an brush yo shoulders off…My sweet, darling red head still laughing blurts aloud “You want to thank him?”

“Yeah, let’s thank him” Jess cheers, laughing also.

Okay, this wouldn’t be right if I didn’t describe how insanely hot Jess is.
Mid length jet black hair, caramel skin, gorgeous cupie-doll face… and an ass that would make beyonce’ jealous, definitely. She was wearing a blue tank top and low rise skirt with double slits up either side. Every time she would grind, legs slightly bent, I could see her muscular thighs working that beat. As well, her belly was tone and she appeared to be in great shape. Jeesh, me in the company of two beautiful women. Who’da thunk it?

“Okay, I’ll play” I manage to slur, shoulders holding a steady sway “Let’s thank him.”

Here it is people, the weird sexual event I was most likely waiting for. But here?
On the dance floor?
Second tier no less, rising above everyone in the club except for a select few who accompanied us on this stage-like forum. Jess moves in, close to me, bodies touching; her breasts slide against mine. Behind me, Red moves in as well; I am sandwiched between the two. Our motions become almost erotic as I entwine my legs in Jess’s…

-stop-Bump-Bump-Bump
I love that part… yes, the part where the music almost halts and three loud bass notes pound through the thick, smoky air. I know that part well as my pelvis and shoulders work the bridge. The girls move in tighter, as if that were possible; and I feel a hand on my stomach pulling me into my date. Beyond the pounding music that now overwhelms my soul; I can make out the mass of dance-goers chanting the “whoop-whoops” as the music continues on.

Jess leans in and plants a kiss on my collarbone, her breasts still rolling over mine as we move together. Her hair smelled sweet, and her lips fell full on my persperated skin.

The hand on my stomach now moves slowly within my shirt and into my bra; resting there but squeezing a little. My head tilts back and meets with soft auburn hair, turning my neck I kiss her, and she returns it with tongue… I open my eyes and look up to the DJ as Jess continues to travel downwards unto my chest. I snicker and tease him with my eyes as I twist my body. Still accommodating Jess’s move to lick my breasts, I favor her in the middle of us. My red head chides at me, reading my mind again… I was done being the center of attention; I wanted to play instead this time.

The DJ, now entranced, looks down at us over the soft glow of his turn tables. His head non-wavering, he busily sets up the next track as his eyes burn into our positions. And yes, we love the fact that he’s watching.

My red head takes Jess in my previously occupied position, and I kiss her collarbone. I place my hand on her thigh just inside one of the slits, and notice she’s wearing absolutely no panties.
My hand travels along the soft bottom of her ass and grips it, tightly. Her eyes snap open and she looks at me in surprise, with perhaps even a bit of relief… she continues to move with us; slowly swaying, grinding, rubbing. I move in to kiss her; and we share the hottest, most passionate kiss you’ve ever seen two women give on the dance floor. It was insane, even my red head was jealous.

She moves poor Jess around to face her and attempts to match our exchange. I’m not sure it was as good as mine, but they seemed to be enjoying it… so was the DJ. I was content with taking the back of her; feeling her luscious ass moving against my pussy. We maintained our positions well as we kissed, fondled, caressed and basically fucked through our attire on the floor; second tier… awesome. And we paid it no mind that the song looped so we could carry on longer… thanks Mr. DJ.

After about 10 songs, all extremely similar in base line and tempo, we decided it was time for a rest. Jess blew us a kiss and commenced to dance with the man next to her; who seemed more that happy to be her choice.

“Hey Emma, follow me…” Red leads me to the back of the club towards a curtained doorway with an ‘Exit’ sign above it.

“Whoa sweetheart,” I put a halt to our travels and hold steady “I remember what happened the last time I left through an exit… There’s no funny little room back there, is there?”

She bursts into laughter at first, and then turns a friendly face and re-assures “No honey, this isn’t a swingers club… no room… promise.” Her big blue eyes struggle to tempt me; she bats her eyelashes and I melt.
“Shit… okay. But you owe me an explanation.” We carry on through the excited crowds, knocking drinks out of hands (on accident) as we move.

I make hard contact with a man sitting a table filled with other guys… damn near knocking him out of his seat. “Shit I’m so sorry” I call over the club noise.
“It’s cool” the man turns to look up at me after taking inventory of his jeans for spills. It’s the dream-face-school-yard-stare guy… Jesus I wish I could remember where I recognize him from. “You girls having a good time?” He adds kindly.
“Yea, well” the red head tugs me hard, beckoning me to continue to follow her.

I look over my shoulder as I am hurried away, taking him in once more with my eyes; wishing he was available… or for that matter that I was. Honestly, I just wanted to talk to him.

We slip behind the black curtain in the doorway… there’s small recessed lighting traveling the base boards. But it’s better to see her now, and much gentler to the eyes than the lights that pierced the smoky dance floor. The volume of the music was still loud, but much less than in front of the curtain… we huddled together in the hallway.
“Good,” she peeks up the hallway and hesitates a bit “We’re alone.”
“Yeah, good” I respond to her mysteriousness “You wanna tell me what’s going on with the whole club-royalty thing? Is it that your husband promotes the club, or the DJ?”
“Neither” she smiles “Well, that’s not true... He owns the club.”

Alarmed at this fact, but not overly surprised “are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, he owns a lot of different businesses” she goes on “this is just one of his clubs.”
I knew it, I think to myself.

“Now, we only have like maybe 30 minutes before the DJ breaks out and the bar staff begins closing the bar, which means staff will be flowing through here like mad…” she comes at me and grabs my waist, pulling me into her closely “lets do it.”

It was 12:45. Weighing my options, and thinking the need to be close to her as definitely the priority, I decide to indulge.

We begin kissing as ties and straps come undone; blouses fall open skirts hiked to our waists. Our hands fumble for each others pussies, our mouths fight for territory as we ravage each other, fairly forcefully.

Using my body weight, I push her up against the wall and my fingers slide easily along her clit. I pin her hard and start my journey downwards as her fingers are taken from their spot between my legs. Her nipples are hard and salty with sweat; I suck and lick them everywhere… clearing away the traces of dance floor physicality. From the right and over to the left, working towards the honey spot that lies just south of this; my fingers plunge deep, penetrating her hotness.

She lifts her leg a bit and props her shoe against the wall, catching the heel in the grout between the painted brick. Her hands grip my head and guide me down her stomach, pelvis, and finally her pussy where my fingers are already accommodating.

She moans as I tickle her clit a little with the tip of my tongue. I move it slowly and teasingly up and down her well lubricated slit… she tastes great and all I can think about is having more. I remove my fingers and look up at her; she pants and wipes a strand of auburn lock from her heated expression. “Yeah, that’s fucking great… keep going.”

I lick my fingers and continue.

I can’t believe how fucking wet she is; and the more I work her, the more moist she gets. My fingers now play in the very top part of her pussy, rolling a bit and then pulling apart gently to expose her pink folds. I dive in and encompass every inch of her tasty cunt. She writhes and weakens, sliding a bit and causing me to readjust my kneeling position.

Her leg rises and she rests her shoe on my shoulder, making it easier for me to take her whole. I pay it no mind because I am in heaven… and feeling just as fucking hot as she is. I decide that If she’s getting off, I’m getting off too; so I slip my hand down into my panties and run my fingers down the slit of my pussy and into myself. I tense a bit, as she digs her heel into my shoulder… I defend with a nibble to her labia.
She giggles as she hustles for breath “Sorry baby, it just feels so… shit Emma I’m so gonna cum right now.”
I pump my fingers hurriedly in and out of my pussy, trying to match her climax; but my attempts fail as she is bucking and groaning loudly… and coming hard as I plunge my tongue deep into her wet slippery hole.

She slouches a bit as I slow things down, lapping contentedly on the aftermath… still pumping myself hard. “That was fucking hot” she sighs, smiling and looking well satisfied. “You need me?”

“Yea” I move to stand “I do...”

“Alright sweetie lean back” She then takes the dominant role and pushes me to the adjacent wall. I remove my fingers and she catches my hand, now placing my fingers in her mouth. “Sweet” she giggles as she mouths my dripping index finger and moves to her knees to please me.

It was no time before I came too thankfully, because no sooner had we readjusted our undergarments but Nick the bartender ducked through the curtain. “Hey girls” he raised a hand and nodded as he passed.
“Hey Nick” we chuckled, wiping our mouths.

The rest of the evening was as good as the beginning, if not better thanks to the orgasm factor.

We had a couple more drinks, danced through 6 or 7 more songs…found Jess again, who was dancing still and looking quite spent. When last call went up, people began to dissipate from ‘the club’ in hoards… The DJ set his last song, it was one I didn’t recognize… but liked it. Will have to ask Red about that last song.

Jess joined us as we left, insisting that neither of us were good to drive all the way home. Red convincingly nods “you’re absolutely fucking right we’re not.” She grabs Jess and I by the arms, locking them. We’ll all go back to my place then.
“Whoa sweetie” I halt again “I have to go home tonight.”

“Oh shit that’s right.” She swept her hand through her hair. I reach out to adjust that misplaced lock of hair that still haunts her vision.

“Just drop me off at home on the way, and then you girls go and have your slumber party.” I cajoled. Inside of course I wanted to join them… but my conscious knew it would be best to go home and get some sleep.

“Okay that’s the plan” she bounced as we walked out the front and stepped into the car.

Again, sweet ass car.

Red sat in the passengers’ seat, Jess and I took the back.
The big bouncer-looking dude drove all three of us intoxicated ladies back south; and had a great time listening to us comment on the porn selection, now screaming from the head rests. I think I caught him laughing hysterically a couple of times… we were more than happy to amuse him.

Only for a second I felt Jess’s hand rest on my thigh, and then pull away. Nothing was said in regards to it… in fact, quite the opposite as she pursed her fingers to her lips as if to shush me from saying anything.

Still now I’m not sure if that was when the phone number was written… and I wondered as the three of them pulled away, and I ambled down my driveway, whether I’d see Jess again. Ultimately, I thought she was really cool… and yes, hot.

You could imagine my surprise when my husband caught it, teasing me terribly for my 'club night' remnant. The blaring 10 numerals adorning my inner thigh, albeit faded, it stood out gloriously and under it read “Jessie.”