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Thursday, December 29, 2011

HNT - first and last

Just over a year ago when I began blogging I had already been enjoying the, uh...creative efforts of other certain bloggers who played along with Half Nekkid Thursday. Could I? Couldn't I? Yes, no, maybe.......

*laughs with hindsight*  Well. It took me all of three posts to say to myself  okay, just this one. And this was it :

Spirit makes her debut. Wait - no. That's Tradition.
And you know what? I think it's been my favorite so far. That initial rush of thrill, of naughtiness, of exposure - it made my heart race and I'm certain I was biting my lip and taking a calming breath as I hit the publish post button. This was a big stretch for me - someone who had absolutely no intention of becoming an exhibitionist. Believe me. I'm still not. I much prefer to look. But the kind words rolled in and I was rewarded for my bravery. Sometimes I played, sometimes I didn't. But it was always, always fun.

Since HNT is winding down to a close it seems appropriate to give thanks to the man behind the naughtiness. Thanks Os, for offering bloggers a way to share themselves and appreciate others. The world, tangible and intangible, could always stand for more of that.

For the last time folks,

Happy HNT

*kiss kiss*

Thursday, December 22, 2011

The gift of laughter

I love to laugh. I laugh at raunchy jokes, I laugh when I'm nervous, I even laugh sometimes after I cum simply because it feels so good. I've inherited a good sense of humor from my mother and it's a gift worth having, so therefore a gift worth sharing.

I got these cartoons in an email (from my mother no less) and they're too good not to share with all my pervy and sexy friends and readers.


This one's my favorite!!!  :)
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it, and warm hugs and cocoa flavored kisses to everyone! :)

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

TMI Tuesday Happy Holidays Edition

I would leave this tree up allllll year long.

This time of year there are so many holidays and celebrations that overlap, which is why it is called Holiday Season.

1. What will you be celebrating? If it isn’t a commonly known holiday or celebration (i.e., Christmas, winter solstice, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa) briefly tell us about it. I'll be celebrating Christmas this year, like always.

2. What’s your favorite Christmas or holiday tune? Well, I'm not gonna play favorites, but I'll give you a rundown of my must-haves for the holidays. Firstly, if I was going to listen to no other Christmas recordings for the rest of my life then I would be happy to narrow it down to Bing Crosby and Nat King Cole. My favorite kind of Christmas is a vintage Christmas and these two men give me the nostalgic warm and fuzzies.

From Bing :
1. White Christmas
2. I'll Be Home For Christmas
3. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
4. It's Beginning To Look Like Christmas
5. Mele Kalikimaka (not that I'm from Hawaii, or have ever been there, but it's sooooo much fun to sing along to!)

From Nat:
1.The Christmas Song
2. Silent Night
3. Caroling, Caroling
4. The First Noel
5. O Come All Ye Faithful (but to be honest, the whole album is my favorite.)

Oh! also, how could I forget? My newest favorite is Josh Groban's version of "O Holy Night". I've never heard a version of this song I didn't like, but this man sings it like an angel. Listen here.

3. If you are giving or receiving gifts this holiday season:

- What’s the gift you most want? Snow. Always snow. You'd think living in the Midwest that this wouldn't be too hard for Mother Nature to deliver...alas, no snow on Christmas for quite a few years. Why can I remember as a kid every single year it was snowy, if not actually snowing on Christmas, but now...nothing? *Pouts* I really, really want snow. Dreaming of a white Christmas, indeed.

- What do you think is the best gift you are giving? Well, my kids are getting iPhones for Christmas. So those are the most generous gifts I'm giving, because they are also receiving a good amount of trust along with those phones. But I'm most excited about giving everyone else something that they specifically want. We exchanged lists this year, so I know for certain my family will like what they get. That feels good.

4. If you could spend this December holiday season anywhere, where would that be? In a cabin somewhere in the snowy woods, all bundled up in front of a glowing fireplace with a cup of cocoa in my hands with Bing or Nat playing in the background while I gaze at the twinkling lights on the tree, surrounded by my family. I've wanted this for three years in a row and I keep threatening to make it happen. I say threaten because my mother would have apoplectic fits if I dared to stray from the traditional routine. That's not what's keeping me from doing it, either. My husband could care less, but my daughter threw a panicked fit, and my son refused to go. Can a girl not have an old fashioned Christmas? Apparently only by herself. Hmph. Anyone else want to join me? I know how we could stay warm.........

5. Your family has announced that the holiday celebration & get-together will be at your home. You think to yourself:

a. Yes! Finally…the more the merrier. Not a problem. All my family lives in travelling distance, and there's a manageable number of us. As long as they don't mind pitching in to do dishes, we're golden!
b. I don’t have enough room for all of you, but let’s rent a hall and you all get hotel rooms.
c. Over my dead body, I don’t want you freaks in my house. Only if we're talking about my in-laws.
d. Hmm…I wonder if it’s too late to book a flight to anywhere, leaving on Christmas eve? To someplace remote and snowy? Yes please!

6. Have you ever given a fruit cake as a Christmas gift or a gift at all? Do you even like fruit cake? Fruitcake is the worst gift ever. You might as well say "I don't really like you and I'd rather not spend any time or energy giving you a gift." Unless...the recipient is a weirdo (like my husband) who actually likes - no LOVES- fruitcake. His grandma makes them and he's always loved hers the best. When she moved to Florida he was heartbroken over no more fruitcakes. I took pity on him 2 or 3 years ago and tried to make him one following Betty Crocker's recipe. What I learned : fruitcake making is a fine art. The soaking part is the trickiest. Also, those sons of bitches are expensive!!! Do you know how much all that candied fruit and nuts and stuff costs? Just to make something that only, like...3 percent of the population actually enjoys??? Waaaaay too much. And then to have to start over because you dipped the cakes for too long and they got soggy and fell apart! Nope. Not gonna do it again. I don't want to know how to make them that badly. He can buy his own awful fruitcake.

Bonus:  Share with us one of your holiday traditions. I'm going to say something that sounds truly dirty, but it's not I swear. At Christmas time we play "Hide the pickle". My mother has a pickle ornament that gets hidden on her tree and the grandkids look for it and whoever finds it gets to either open a present first or receives a special ornament. This tradition is supposed to be German, but my mom's German friend has never heard of it. Maybe it's regional? Or maybe the Germans are laughing at the silly Americans who believe that "hiding the pickle" is for Christmas and not some other time. Who knows. My daughter is reigning champion. Figures. LOL :)

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Happy Birthday Marcus!!!

Today is a date that brings a very special man to mind. You see, it's Marcus' birthday and I can't help but think of him. I miss him around here, and I know I'm not the only one. Blogger friends come and go, but Marcus...well, he's special in a way I can't begin to describe except to say that he's the reason I began blogging in the first place. His sweet and sexy personality came through with every word and photo (OMG those photos!), and I found that I had so much to say in response, that eventually I decided to share myself online in my own space and stop hogging his.  Ours was a fast and easy friendship with so many points of common interests that I soon ran out of fingers and toes to count them on. I wish in the deepest sense of the word that hugs could be felt from a distance, because I wish for nothing else than to give my friend a hug. Okay, maybe a kiss and an ass grab, too, but that's not the point!  :)

So, for you Marcus, whatever you may be doing today.......

a good drink is better when shared
chocolate and raspberries, because you have excellent taste!
every birthday boy needs a blowjob, yes?
birthdays and SpongeBob. How very perfect. ;)
I wish you a tremendously Happy Birthday.
*big kiss*

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Late in the day HNT - Booty

I thought I'd toss this outtake out here so I could play along, which I haven't done in quite awhile. Hmmmmm? What's that? Outtake to what, you ask? Ohhhhhh.......that's for me to know.   ;)

I hope all of my readers and blogger friends are gearing up for a successful Holiday season, whatever your inclinations are. I know the secret to my success is a never-empty cup of Merry. Whiskey sour, in case you wanted to know. So, um.....bottom's up!

Monday, December 12, 2011

Taking a cue from Will.....

.....and I'm posting Sunday Stealing on a Monday. This is the Blue Memory Meme part deux :

(see how much of a rebel I am, participating a day late and not even filling out part un?)

26) Are you happy with the person you've become? I've erased three attempts at this answer so far. (and taken 15 minutes to do it) I'm not sure... but I'm guessing that indicates some confliction. I would describe myself as a person who is happy within her means. I never meant to become a mother at 19. I never meant to leave college. I never meant to follow the path of least resistance. But I did. I lost my 20's to Mommyhood and then I resigned myself to it. I feel there is another version of myself out there that should have been. Like, really, really should have been. And because of my choices, she can never be. I'm content with who I've become. I don't know about happy.

27) What's a sound you hate; sound you love? Doors banging shut (like a screen door or cabinet), and baby belly laughs.

28) What's your biggest "what if"? What if I'd not gotten pregnant? Such a guilt inducing question. I really try to think this one through sometimes and I just can't arrive at any possible scenarios. Maybe I would end up in the same place but with a kid, just a year later, or two years later. Then I get sad about not having my son in my life. Because as much as I created him, he created me too. Then that means I wouldn't have my daughter either, and, and, and........

I don't like to play the what if game.

29) Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. But I would never actively seek one out. It gives me the heebie jeebies to think about that.

30) How about aliens? Sure, why not.

31) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? I choose to be an honest person. That way, I don't have to worry about lies to cover lies to cover lies. Sometimes honesty comes at a price. It has cost me a few friendships, and could have easily cost me my marriage. But I've seen what becomes of a person who lives a life full of lies to get what they want.

32) What's the worst place you have ever been to? Panama City after Hurricane Opal in '95. What the hell were we thinking?

33) Can insanity bring on more creativity? Yes, absolutely. Some of the best work is done by people who are at least slightly off their rockers. Creativity must be diligently tapped into by those of us who hold onto our rockers with both hands. The crazies get it free and easy. It's a trade off.

34) Most attractive actor of your opposite gender? Most attractive male actor? As in classically attractive, or appeals to my own personal sense of attractive? If for no other reason than just looking at him makes my girly parts happy, then it's got to be Henry Cavill. I've been crushing on him since I watched The Tudors on DVD last year. He's even pretty when he scowls, and is the sole reason I wanted to go see Immortals.

35) To you, what is the meaning of life? To find our own happiness.

36) Define “Art”. Any expression of creativity. Even more amazing if it's through mundane objects. Matter of fact, I prefer quirky over classic any day.

37) Do you believe in luck? Yes. There are times when being smart and working hard just don't cut it. A little luck must be involved, too.

38) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Compatibility. Personal, sexual, financial, social. All very important.

39) What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Recently? Baby It's Cold Outside and Santa BabyI even like my Christmas songs with a hint of naughtiness. ;)

40) Where were you yesterday? Making my Christmas cards, then having dinner out with my husband and doing some Christmas shopping.

41) What's the worst injury you've ever had? When I was 3 I climbed onto the stove and sat down, played with the knobs and got serious burns on my arm, my foot, and my butt. I don't remember any of it though and the scars are such a part of me I don't even think about them. I couldn't tell you which foot is scarred unless I look, the arm scar is so faded it's almost invisible, and I didn't even know I had one on my butt until I was 11 or 12 when my mom said something about the "smile" on my other cheeks. I asked what she meant and when she explained I went running to my room to look and there it was. A half ring scar right under my left cheek.

42) Do you have any obsessions right now? No. I equally distribute my distraction.

43) What's up? My hair. In a clip. As in a I-was-too-lazy-to do-my-hair-today kind of way.

44) Ever had a rumor spread about you? Yes. When I was 15 my boyfriend at the time had some  friends that started telling a stupid story about me eating a donut off of his dick. Why? No clue. Did I? No. It's such a random, ridiculous story. If they wanted to piss me off they could have at least gone with something better than that. I suspect their lack of imagination was due to a lack of experience. Not a problem I had at the time.  If only they knew how acquainted my mouth was with his dick, donut or no donut.........

45) Do you believe in real magic? Nah, not really.

46) Do you ever hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Pffft. Do I hold grudges? Hah! That's a juvenile notion of solving a problematic situation without really solving anything and exhibiting behavior unbecoming to an adult. The answer is yes. Yes I do.

47) What's your favorite (non-pet) animal? Big cats. Particularly tigers. I find their eyes captivating and their patterns mesmerizing. See? Just gorgeous beasties.

48) What is your secret weapon to get people to like you? Typically I don't try hard to win people over. It's not my style. They either like me or they don't. But a genuine smile, and direct eye contact goes a long way with most people. 

49) Where is your best friend? Probably in the kitchen eating pickles. He's been on a pickle kick lately.

50) What do you think is Satan's last name? Fur. First name, Lucy. Because if hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, do you honestly believe they'd put a man in charge down there?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Son of a Preacher Man

Men have been on my mind lately. Men in my past. Something triggered the thought process and I've been reaching deep into my memories to tally up. More often than not, it's with a smile on my face.

There are a few topics of conversation which I avoid because they are full of opinions and nothing more. Religion is high on that list. I respect everyone's faith and belief system.  Mainly because mine has been roughly defined at best and cast aside at worst. I was not raised in a church, but because of regular visits to my friend Jenny's church and also to my aunt's church I was offered the exposure to the possibility of a higher power. Let's just say I got the basic idea and the main points stuck. Enough so that in the summer before 6th grade I went to church camp with my friend and another girl. It was a Baptist camp. Young people and adult people were being saved left and right. On day 3, I was one of them. It was offered. I felt obligated. It seemed rude to say no. This did two things : it gave me something to write home about other than complaining about the mosquitoes and it caught the serious attention of a boy named Jonathan.

Let me back up to days 1 and 2. (this part might sound a bit more like the Freya you all know) Day one was spent riding the bus to camp, shifting in my seat the whole way to unstick my thighs from the hot vinyl and staring holes in the back of the head of the cute older blond boy whom I did not recognize but felt immediate lust for in my little not-quite-11-year-old heart. Seriously. I vividly remember wanting. I don't know exactly what it was that I wanted, but it surely involved him.

After arriving at camp, making up our bunks, and walking around the site to check things out, I discovered that there was a miniature golf course included in this camp and guess who was already in the middle of a game by himself looking all blond, and tall, and cute? That's right. Dave. I know this is his name because that's what he told my friend after I drug her by the arm back to the cabin to get my camera and made her go take a picture of him. I was too chicken to do it myself. You see, I had the nerve to want things back in those days - just not the nerve to go get them. So I made my friend Jenny do it instead. She delivered the goods, alright. I even got his name. *smiles*  I was giddy with the excitement that once home, I would have a tangible reminder of him. At dinner that night I cast longing side-eye glances at him and willed him to notice me. He did not. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that he was a 7th grader and most likely was only aware of girls who'd already begun to show their feminine possibilities. My "possibilities" would take another two years to fill up my training bra. No matter. In my mind I still had a chance. I was cute. I was blonde. And I had dimples.

Day 2 gave me more opportunity to mingle with other kids as we were divided into age groups. On day two I met Jonathan. Blond, slight, quiet, and bespectacled. Exactly the same age as me. And the Youth Minister's son. For some reason that I can't put my finger on, Jonathan took to me like a squeak takes to clean. That's how I thought of him, too. Squeaky clean. He was friendly in a gentle, kind way and I remember his smile was a constant feature on his face. I had notions of what a preacher's son might be like and as the day wore on Jonathan was hinting at a promise of being more than my simple notions. He asked to sit by me at lunch. I said of course. I had awkward moments of being caught up in laughter filled conversation with him and still sneaking glances over to the "older" table at my beloved Dave. I was conflicted. I was aware of the possibility that Jonathan might like like me, but I was still drawn by the lure of an older man for now.

That night there was a bonfire and amongst all the singing and s'mores there was also smoldering. But not between me and Jonathan. Not even between me and Dave. I was horror stricken to find out from my friend Jenny that Dave was holding hands with some girl. Some 8th grade girl. Some 8th grade girl with boobs!!! I resorted to licking my wounds for, oh...about 5 minutes. And then I went to find my old friend Jenny and my new friend Jonathan. Add in Laura (the girl who attended camp with me and Jenny) and Jonathan's best friend (can't remember his name) and that's who I spent the remainder of my camp days with.

On day 3 there was morning worship, crafts, free time, lunch, swimming, youth group (where I felt the watchful eye of Jonathan's dad), and later that evening we trekked up Vesper Hill towards the church. After much singing, many sermons, and a calling of the Holy Spirit, I found myself sitting dumbly with a senior member of the congregation and taking vows and then BOOM! I was saved. As in : before I was nothing more than a heathen fumbling my way through life and now I was a blessed child of God. Funny thing that. I didn't feel different. Yet somehow I knew I was, because if Jonathan looked at me with veiled affection before, he downright glowed with adoration for me now. And his father had only big smiles for me. Where he might have questioned my suitability before, suddenly I was undoubtably good enough for a preacher's son. I'll never forget the thought of how hypocritical it all seemed, even then at the age of not-quite-eleven years old. Even more so considering the fact that within minutes Jonathan, who had grabbed my hand outside the chapel and briskly walked me down the trail, wrapped his arms around me and boldly pressed his lips to mine. A preacher's son! And at church camp!!!

Something changed in my affection for Jonathan that night. It was knowing that for all the goodness that was showing on the outside, there was some naughtiness on the inside too. It brought us together on a level playing field. I suppose the reverse was true of his feelings for me. For all my naughtiness in my every day actions (I had been, afterall, lusting in my heart for an older man) there was some goodness inside me now, too.

Our romance burned brightly, but faded fast. There were many letters written to one another for the next few weeks and he even sent me a pink stuffed lion for my birthday. How he even knew when my birthday was, I'll never know. But the sheer joy I received from his unexpected gesture sticks with me to this day. I know I wrote him back, thanking him profusely and then......... I don't know. School started and I never heard from him again. He was no more than a wonderful story to tell about how I spent my summer vacation. And if the small heartbreak I felt from Jonathan's abandonment ever got me down, I would pull out the shoebox stuffed full of developer's envelopes and after a few moments of flipping through photos to find just the right one, I would cling to that picture of a gorgeous thing named Dave and smile, and smile, and smile.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

TMI Tuesday 11/22/11 What's cookin'?

What’s Cookin’ Good Lookin’?

Would you like to taste my muffins?

In the United States Thanksgiving is this week, so a lot of folks will be cooking up a storm in preparation. Many other holidays will occur over the next month around the world and everyone seems to celebrate with food, hence, the TMI Tuesday theme…Cooking.

1. Haagen-Dazs or Ben & Jerry’s?  Haagen-Dazs, Shmaagen-Dazs. Graeter's Peppermint Stick is where it's at. Oh, you don't have Graeter's? Poor fools.  ;)

2. What is always in your refrigerator? My teenage son. Food? We have no food. I just explained. I have a teenage son.

3. What’s your worst kitchen disaster? I was gonna say the time Od and I tried to make shrimp fried rice in the microwave. I was only 17 and at the time he cooked everything, everything, in the microwave. We thought it would work. It was gross. Gross beyond describable proportions. However, that was a tiny bump in our culinary road. My biggest disaster occurred 2 years ago and doesn't involve any food. After lusting after one of these beautiful pieces for more than a decade I bought myself one. And about the....oh, second or third time I used it I set it on fire. I was heating oil in it to brown meat and my daughter asked for help starting her laundry. Foolish me dashes downstairs to help her "real quick". Minutes later the smoke alarm goes off and I have that "oh shit!" moment when you realize you just fucked up. Smoke was rolling out of the kitchen, flames were shooting up the range hood and all I could do was cover the pot with the lid to smother the flames and turn the burner off and run out the back door to escape the smoke. To their credit, Le Creuset makes quality goods. It took Od and I a considerable amount of elbow grease and lots and lots of soaking/scrubbing/scraping to remove the tar-like sludge from the pot, and the enamel is dull and crackled in spots, but it works just fine. I'd also like to point out what gems those Mr. Clean Magic Erasers are. I went through a couple boxes of those to clean the cabinets, the walls, the stove, the range hood (inside and out) and the ceiling.

4. Favorite kitchen gadget? Either my salad choppers or my food chopper.

5. What was your last meal? Did you like it? My last meal was from the Wendy's driv-thru. I wan't particularly thrilled with it, they got my order wrong.

6. What’s your favorite cookie? If it's fresh baked, still slightly warm, then it's my favorite. Unless it has coconut. Then no thank you. Chocolate chip, chocolate crinkles, snickerdoodles, and oatmeal cranberry white chocolate chip top the list.

Instead of just telling us about your favorite cookie why don’t you share the recipe via The  Great Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza
How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!
Happy TMI Tuesday!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

We tried it on for size...

...but chastity just doesn't seem to be in the plans for us right now. And by us, I mean Od. Let me clarify - I would love, love, love to have my husband locked up on a 24/7 basis except for when I want him out. Which would be often, so the question begs...what's the problem? *sigh* He doesn't like the cage. It irritates him. It's not comfortable for long term wear. And based on what he offered - to wear it occasionally while he's around me, not at work, no plans to go anywhere, etc. - I'm just not interested. I would be taking it off of him for access to his cock more often than not. And by him dictating where and when he's willing to wear it  breaks the spell for me. It robs me of the thrill of control. That was the biggest draw for me. I was also wanting him to obtain a high level of pent up desire that would ideally transform into more attention for me. With or without a cage, that should be happening because he still only cums when I choose, only it's not happening.

What finally put the nail in the tiny dick shaped coffin was a conversation we had late one night as I tossed and turned in bed.  I do this when I can't sleep and I couldn't sleep because I was frustrated. Frustrated at the lack of sex, the lack of effort, and the lack of attention. He asked me what was wrong and I unleashed it all. Little by little all the tiny truths leaked out. I told him I was tired of doing all the initiation. I told him I needed his reciprocation. I needed to be wanted. To be shown that I was desired. He's hardly ever turned me down, and is almost always a willing participant in whatever we do. However, there comes a point (and I had reached it) where I feel like a puppet master and he is merely jangling on the strings with a painted on smile. I prefer a real live boy.

I talked, he listened. Then shock of all shocks - he talked some while I listened. He's rather buttoned up when emotions are involved. I heard what he said, and then I heard what he meant. He had some misunderstandings and there were some things bothering him. He thought he was offering me submissiveness in the form of passivity and hoping that would make me happy. I explained the difference to him. Truly, he's not a submissive man. I know that now. There are tendencies. But that's about all. I would call him compliant. He likes to make me happy and will do what I ask. God, just typing that makes it sound bad. It sounds like I'm saying "boring". I don't mean to, and yet I can't say that I wasn't under stimulated. I have sexual triggers that weren't being set off, which left me in charge of getting myself turned on, left me in charge of initiating sex, and quite frankly doing a good portion of that work as well. He thought that's what I wanted. Od also took the opportunity to reveal that he wasn't on board about wearing a chastity device. Granted the one he has is more novelty, and I told him a better piece would be more comfortable for longer wear, then he hemmed and hawed about being nervous that I'd have him locked in too long. That's when he offered to wear it around me, at home, on the weekends. I know chastity is a sex game, but playing pretend isn't in the game description. If he doesn't enjoy it, then I don't want it. Yet I still really do. I'm conflicted. I know he was being GGG by offering a compromise on the situation, and I'm not ruling it out 100%. But I sadly recognize that I won't be getting what I really want. He's just not as into it as I am. And that ruins the game for me.

I thought that if we made it to one year of rediscovering our sexuality together that things would be okay. We're closing in on two years, but the last three months have me panicking. I'm seeing the old signs. If left to it's natural course without my interference, I know just where our sex life would veer. After all, he is the man who went three years and sixteen days without ever asking me about sex or why we weren't having it. I'm suspicious that he may have low testosterone. Or a really low libido. I don't know? Maybe he's just not that into me? LOL *groan* I say that jokingly, but it does strike a niggling fear in the back of my brain because there are days when I just can't figure him out. He's not a typical male at all. I boldly asked him if he knew how many men would kill for what he has : a willing wife with a healthy sexual appetite and who likes to experiment and has an open mind. His response was so noncommittal I can't even remember what it was.

I'm not unhappy with him. I just need some changes. If I'm giving something up (like chastity) then I'd like something else in return (like him taking charge sometimes). I mean, I know I told y'all about my cock and the things I like to do with it, but I still want to be the girl, ya know?

So for now, I continue to read other blogs, flip through Tumblr accounts and crave. I crave desperately and I want fiercely. Kink has become my Pandora's box. I'm afraid there's no closing the lid. But what do I do with it now?

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

TMI Tuesday Conspicuous Luxury

1. Do you have a set of dishes that are used for special occassions (e.g. china)? Yes or no. If yes, how often do you use the special dishes?
a. any day because every day is special
b. once a week
c. only for holidays and celebration
d. never, it is displayed in a china cabinet or collecting dust in a box in the attic
I have multiple sets of dishes, but none of them are "good" in the sense of being on display or reserved for special occasions. I have them because I like them. I have a love of serveware and cookware, especially antiques. My favorites are green McCoy stoneware bowls and jadeite dishes, both from the 30's and 40's era.

Truthfully, I'd love to start a collection of Fiesta Ware (like that pitcher in the lower photo) but can't choose a color. I want them all and that's not reasonable, so I reel myself in. Also space is at a premium in my cabinets already. I also lust after Depression Glass Ware. Green of course.
2. Do have clothes that you never wear because you are saving them for a special occasion? What is that item of clothing? What would be the appropriate occasion?
If that special occasion is returning to a smaller size, then yes. I have jeans that I'm holding onto for the right time. Good butt jeans are hard to come by. It's like magic, I tell ya. Don't all women do that? *shrugs*

3. If you suddenly became very wealthy, which servants would you employ?
a. cleaning service Oh, my God, YES!!!! I don't mind cleaning - once - and then maintaining. But you see, I live with other people. I call them the 3 little pigs. They do not follow suit. And then there's the animals....
b. housekeeper No, I prefer to run my own affairs. I'm bossy. (you all knew that, right?)
c. cook No, I also prefer to cook. Well, maybe I'd hire one for the mornings. Show up early....have my mocha ready....prepare a nice breakfast buffet with a little bit of everything. Yum. Oh! I would hire a fulltime souschef, though. Because I hate washing dishes. That's what I really need - a kitchen bitch. :)
d. valet/maid/lady-in-waiting No. Too many people in my business makes me uncomfortable. That's too personal and too snooty.
e. chauffeur Maybe part time, or on call? I hate going to an event like a concert, play, football game...and then getting stuck in traffic. With a chauffeur I could spend the time having fun in the back seat, instead!!! But other than that, I prefer to drive myself, go wherever I like at a moment's notice.
f. dog-walker With a big enough yard dogs don't need walked. They can run free. Much better.
g. other A gardener and a masseur. I love planning my flowerbeds and landscaping but I never enjoy the dirty work like weeding and spreading mulch. Mowing the yard isn't much fun either. I would have daily massages and use the hell out of a personal masseur. Note I said masseur. ;) He'd be well paid and earn every cent. Disregard what I said earlier about staff messing around my business. I suppose you can't get more personal than hands and oil and body parts and sighs of pleasure, now can you? :)

4. If you were wealthy, how many homes would you own? Where? (locations–mountains, tropical places for the winter, foreign country/city)
I would have one home and maintain it well. I'm a homebody. I like to be grounded, so the idea of renting homes for a short time while travelling appeals to me more than owning multiple real estates.

5. If you were going to take on a really expensive hobby, which of these would it be?
a. buy an airplane No, no appeal there
b. buy a yacht I have always wanted my own boat. Drifting in the waters with nothing but sun and sea surrounding us. Only things to do would be sunning, swimming and sex. Sounds perfect to me.
c. buy a small winery I love quaint wineries, but they should be run by families. Not to mention that I have no idea how they operate. I could support one though. I'm a fan of wine. ;)
d. raise exotic animals No. I have no desire to be one of those people in the news that gets attacked by their "beloved pet". Because that's what happens when you try to cage an animal that should be free.

6. What kind of car would you buy if you had an unlimited budget?
a. expensive sports car I'd love to have the money to buy my husband a vintage Chevy COPO Camaro. He had one for the longest time, waiting to be restored, but the easy money tempted him and he sold it. And a brand new Camaro for me. I love the newer body. Carcoal grey.
b. luxury car I would need one if I wanted to mess around in the back seat, wouldn't I? 
c. monster truck No, but a sassy SUV would do nicely.
d. expensive hybrid or electric car a couple of these for my kids, sure. Why not?
e. cheap car (I’d be too nervous driving an expensive car). Expensive things don't make me nervous. They're just things.
f. something for the chauffeur to drive me around in See answer b.
Bonus: Currently, what is your favorite luxury item or decadent thing that you do? I have an expensive art hobby. Sure, I make some money at it, but I primarily do it for the love of creating and playing with colors and textures. My hobby saved my sanity during the stressful years of my marriage. I jokingly say it's cheaper than therapy.....but really it's not. Probably more successful, though.
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011

TMI Tuesday...Always with the sex

Let’s Talk about Sex

1. What sexual act arouses you the most? For that matter, what nonsexual act arouses you the most?
Displays of desire, intensely passionate kisses and touches...being seduced. I need more of that. I don't get seduced often enough. Nonsexually, the right music will turn me on, and also watching a man groom himself. The slow careful strokes of the razor that leaves clean lickable skin....applying soothing balm or aftershave with an intoxicating fragrance. The fragrance is so important. I love a good smelling man. I've been stopped in my tracks by a stranger's scent just so I can linger closely and inhale him.

2. What is your signature or “go to” move that is sure to get a lover in the mood for sex?
Kissing. That certain kiss that lingers, that beckons him back to my mouth for one more...then that one more deepens until tongues are tangling, hair is being grabbed, and laps are resituated.  And that's all it takes. Or I innocently grind my tush into his crotch and make sleepy moans. But that's for when I'm playing coy. *grins*

3. Do you queef?
No, I really don't. And after reading everyone else's TMI posts, I'm surprised that so many do. I'm guessing there's a lot of variables that leave me the statistical oddball once again. Maybe it's my particular anatomy, maybe the style of sex that we have? It just doesn't happen. You all seem to think it's a sign of a good fucking. I don't know......I'm just saying that kegels are a girl's best friend.   ;)

4. What’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to YOU as a result of your sex writings (e.g., blog, erotica, sex toy reviews)? (borrowed from Insatiabear)
I only have a handful of "weird" things that have happened. One is disturbing, the other is delightful, and the other few fall into the "it comes with the territory of sex blogging" category. Disturbing : due to a series of unfortunate events a family member found my blog. It makes for awkward family gatherings, but I'm almost completely over the mortification. Delightful : I was propositioned with a curious request from a reader, and I took him up on it.

5. Have you ever had sex while someone watched? nope
…someone else was in the room? negative
…someone else in the bed, next to you and the person you’re having sex with? nuh uh
What were the circumstances? I can only think of one acceptable situation where someone would be watching me have sex and that someone would be my husband. That obviously means the other person wouldn't be. ;)

6. When it comes to sex, and discussing it with your teen have you or would you:
a. Let school sex education handle it
b. Hand the teen a book or point them to a website
c. Talk frankly and openly
d. Avoid it all together–society, friends, and the internet will give all the info needed
My kids got the 5th grade "this is your body.....and this is your body during and after puberty" talk from the schools. I remember signing a permission slip for my son to take a 9th grade health course that was sexual in nature, and my daughter will be taking the same this year. I also know that I've provided them with honest discussions about sexuality and responsibility on my own so that I'm 100% sure that they hear things from a reliable source and hear values that are important to our family. And I never fail to use an opening when I have one to drop common sense reminders. Still, I'm not certain how much sinks in.........

Click Here, it’s important
Bonus:   Remember the song, “I’m too sexy?” CLICK to refresh your memory
What are you too sexy for?
My husband. I fear some days he just can't keep up.
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Sunday, October 30, 2011

What else would I be doing on a Sunday...

...but killing time and pretending like the weekend isn't over?
Stealing Sunday it is, then!

1. One of my favorite TV shows recently changed the actors who played two characters. Have you ever been bothered by a TV show or movie series changing actors who play a character you love? I was a faithful Dukes of Hazzard fan as a kid, and when Bo and Luke were replaced it broke my heart.

2. A coworker recently shared a link to a blog listing the "five things you should know before dating a journalist." As a journalist, I can honestly say the writer was spot-on. What are some things people should know before spending time with you? That you shouldn't ask my opinion unless you can handle the truth, that I do not suffer fools, and I have no patience for social games.

3. What is something you often do without realizing that you're doing it?  I wiggle my toes and bite straws

4. Who has the capacity to make you angrier than anyone else in your life, and what in particular does he or she do to make you so angry? Ugh.....my father-in-law. He exists. I have a post in the works that reveals some of that relationship. You'll see.

5. If a fairy waved a magic wand and gave you the house of your dreams, where would it be and what features would it have? It would be like the Room of Requirements at Hogwarts. Whatever I needed - there it is! And it would be self-cleaning. Where? Oh, for a house like that I would relocate anywhere.

6. What’s a belief that you hold with which many people disagree? That gay people have the right to marriage.

7. I used to talk in my sleep. In fact, I could carry on a conversation with someone when I was fully asleep, and my mom used this fact when I was a teenager to find out if I did anything wrong and was hiding it from my parents. If you were talking your sleep tonight, what do you think you would say? I sleep with a fairly clear conscience. I have no worries. But my dreams are vivid, usually crazy, so there's no telling what I would say. I once answered a question with the response "Mr. Butterpants". I still don't know why.

8. The fourth installment of the "Twilight" movie series ("Breaking Dawn Part I") will be released in theaters soon. Movie theaters started selling advance tickets for midnight showings months ago. Have you ever attended a midnight premiere showing of a movie? Nope. I give it a day or two to settle down before I fight the crowds.

9. On Tuesday, tigers, lions and bears were let loose in Zanesville, Ohio, by their owner before he committed suicide, leading to a hunt in which 49 of the animals, including 18 endangered Bengal tigers, were killed. How would you react if you saw "Caution exotic animals. Stay in your vehicle" being displayed on a road sign? I'd say "oooooh, I wonder what kind?" and then I'd rubberneck trying to spot some.

10. If a company opened a theme park aimed at adults, what would you name one of the rides? Like......adult, adult? Hee hee. Something kinky.....like.......Whip Lash.

11. Imagine you just moved onto Sesame Street. Which puppet would you want as your new roommate? Bert and Ernie, 'cause obviously they're gay and I've always wanted a gay friend.

12. Have you ever had a weird crush on a famous person that didn't make sense to you? Yes, Robert Pattinson makes no sense to me. He's a little effeminate, too scrawny, and he smokes. I didn't even think much of him after I saw Twilight, but then I found a few interviews of him, then like.....1,000 more and his personality is so endearing that ...BAM! I fell victim. Then I found outtakes of a particular Vanity Fair photoshoot and God damn - the boy cleans up well and a few of my triggers were set off. End of story.

13. If you get ten minutes to interview any celebrity of your choice, who would you like it to be? See previous response. I want to know things that should not be asked in interviews. ;)

14. You've just won the complete DVD collection of all the movies starring one actor or actress. Which actor/actress would you pick? Julia Roberts has done a lot of good work, and she's the first person I thought of.

15. Actor George Clooney recently told People Magazine that he doesn't use Twitter "because I will drink in the evening and I don't want anything that I could possibly write at midnight to actually end my career." What is something you've said through social media and then regretted it? My blog is the only form of social media I have, and I haven't had any regrets about what I've said. Had some regrets about who's read some stuff, though.

16. VH1 has re-introduced its hit show "Pop-Up Video," which gives behind-the-scenes facts for popular music videos. What musician would you be most interested in learning behind-the-scenes facts about? I'll go with Van Morrison because I love his music and have so much of it, but I know zilch about him.

17. If you stumbled across someone's personal written journal that was accidentally left in a public place, would you read any of the content? Pfffft. Uh, yeah. As much as I could before they got back. I'm nosy - I'll admit it.

18. What is the title of a self-help book that you'd never want to see on a store bookshelf? Fisting and Beyond. It's the beyond that I don't want to think about......

19. Many media outlets have been asking this question a lot this week... Which Halloween costume do you think will be overdone this year? Steve Jobs. Too easy, too soon.

20. Should a marriage license have a renewal date or expiration date, like a driver’s license? It's not a bad idea actually.......

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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

TMI Tuesday 10/25/11

I can relate like you wouldn't believe. :)

Not related.

A fun random image to go along with some fun random questions :D

1. Name 5 things you did more of before social networking (facebook, myspace, twitter, etc.)? I'm not on facebook or twitter, but I guess blogging is a form of networking, isn't it? I used to buy birthday gifts on time, clean my house regularly, keep current watching t.v. shows, read actual books and talk on the phone before I got sucked into the world of blogging. Now I'm buying gifts the day of (or later), my house gets more touch ups rather than deep cleaning, I don't watch t.v. at all, I read mostly online fiction plus a lot of blogs, and I talk on the phone less than once per day. Now I email and text.

2. Your house is on fire, what do you grab as you run out? My people, my pets, my purse, my phone and my granny's pearls. Ha! If ever there was a pearl-clutching moment.... All the important paperwork and all my photo cds and negatives are in a firproof safe and we have good insurance. I'm not so worried about the rest. I just want everyone out and okay. I would cry over silly stuff, but then get over it.

3. Are you a morning person or a night owl? I'm a recovering night owl, trying to be a morning person. I lapse on weekends.
a. What time did you go to bed last night? Shit. Okay...apparently I lapse on weekdays too. I went to bed after 1:30 a.m. (time I'm typing this) I'd like to add to my response above and say that I'm a night owl who likes the idea of someday becoming a morning person. But I really do like mornings...the sun rising, the smell of coffee, a quiet house. I just have a hard time waking up.
b. What time did you wake up today?I'll preemptively answer this and say 7 a.m.-ish. But only because the dog has an appointment with the vet.

4. A kid comes up to you and kicks you in the shin, what do you do? Is this my kid? I kick them back. Seriously. I hate little shits. They grow up to be big shits. Sometimes parenting is about tough love. I'd even go so far as to say I'd do the same thing to a family member's kid or my friend's kid. If it's a stranger kid, there's not much you can do besides say "Why did you do that? What is your problem?" Of course they look at you like you just said the stupidest thing and run off. Not much you can do but pray for karma.

5. What three things do you never leave the house without? Since you qualified NEVER, that eliminates pants, shoes, purse, keys, phone, and all the other usual suspects. So my less than clever answer is Me, Myself, and I.

Bonus: Name a place that you visited last week that you’ve never visited before. Briefly tell us about the visit. My week was routine. No new places for Freya. But I did take the dog to the vet's office for an emergency and I got to play assistant because they were short staffed. That was new. Good thing I don't mind blood and needles. I did however mind the $195.00 bill for 4 fucking stiches and some pills. Seriously? I didn't get a discount for helping out or anything. :(
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Friday, October 21, 2011

Freya fucks her man

If you recall, my husband and I set up a very special date. The final frontier beckoned, and I was as excited as a 16 year old boy on prom night. It takes a different mind set to be the fucker as opposed to the fuckee. I wanted to be considerate, especially since I was handling ass - always want to be careful there - but more than anything I wanted it to be good for him. Now...from a woman's perspective I haven't worried much over that aspect of sex. My customers have always been satisfied...so to speak. But as a woman, I know all too well how tricky it can be to obtain pleasure when you hand over that task to a partner. This was the biggest gender-bending experience of my life so far. I would be wielding a cock of my very own and suddenly I was worried for the first time if I would be any good. I had a couple things going for me :

1.) we've experimented with anal play before, so I know what he likes
2.) Od is very easy to get off
3.) I'm a good hula hooper. It's all in the hip action, baby. ;)

There was no plan of action, other than to get him really turned on, hide my nerves (yeah, I had some), and take things slowly. Because I was so excited about Saturday being The Saturday, I never took notice of the actual date. I didn't expect that this would become a threesome : me, Od, and Mother (fucking) Nature. Aaaaaaand... that's exactly what happened. Morning of. During some very nice wake up sex, too.

Od glanced down (like all you men do) and "Wow, you're really wet" turned into "Oh. You're wet" with a pointed look.

Are you kidding me? Every time. Every god damned time. I haven't escaped a birthday, holiday, graduation, vacation, first day of school, or any other big day without that bitch running interference. Well. There was my wedding day. But I was pregnant. *groan*

Okay, I could handle this. Not much had to change. It would simply be a one-sided affair. Reciprocation could wait. For those of you thinking "what's the big deal?" I would normally agree, we're not squeamish about that kind of thing - but on days 1,2, or 3? No.....just, no.

That evening when the house was ours and ours alone we made our way to the bedroom and got ready. It was kind of sweet the way he helped me get my harness on, holding my hand to steady me as I fumbled with all the straps. I don't care how experienced you are - some things are always going to be awkward. But I rolled with it. When I was finally strapped in I had a new appreciation for what males go through to deal with unruly erections. I had to have extra clearance just to make the corner between the bed and the dresser. That thing was everywhere.....catching on the comforter, poking Od in the side.......*giggle* I actually liked that one. Tit for tat.

He never let on if he was nervous or having any reservations, but I asked him if he was sure about this and the response was positive. I wanted him really hard and on edge before I penetrated him so I knelt down between his legs and began with a long, slow blowjob to get him to relax (at first) and after a few minutes I got the tap and heard "okay, stop" - his signal to me that he's pretty close. It was time.

I wanted face to face for his first experience for three reasons. I wanted the intimacy this position allows, I needed to gauge his facial expressions, and I wanted easy access to his cock. I was curious as I could be to see if he could cum from the thrusting and prostate stimulation alone, but if not, then he still deserved a happy ending. ;) I knew there was also the risk that his cock would lose interest and drop. That happens sometimes with prostate play. I lubed him up, massaging as much as I could without letting my fingers go in (he doesn't like that), then...after shifting into position and adding a pillow to make up for height differences, and an amusing momentary role reversal where his ankles were on my shoulders for a change, I ever-so-gently pushed into him. I'll have you know I was an extremely considerate lover, checking his comfort levels, asking him which thrusting patterns he preferred, and we settled into a rhythm. You know what I noticed? I noticed how weird it wasn't. Not at all. It was just me and him, having sex. After I got over the mind fuckery of exchanging traditional roles, it was no big deal at all. Just a new trick to throw in the bag and pull out on occasion. We will, most definitely, be doing that again. I'm getting the itch for it already.

He did not cum from the penetration alone. After a minute or two of thrusting I couldn't keep my hands off of him and I stroked his cock in time with my thrusts. I paused my hand when he announced he was going to cum, but his orgasm backed away out of reach. I started moving my fist over him again and soon after that he came - everywhere. Like a geyser. It was spectacular to watch.

Afterwards as we cuddled and pet each other side by side, I asked him his thoughts on the event.

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah...I did"

"Is it something you'll want to do again?"

"Yeah...we can do that again." *smirk*

"Did you really like it?" I asked one last time.

"Well...it's not like I'm ever going to beg you to bend me over and fuck my ass, but you like it, and it was good. We can do it some more."

His answer made me happy, and I have a lot to look forward to. Although...it's a pity about the begging thing.

I would have loved that.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

HNT - Sharing

Lying in bed, innocently and lazily petting Od's cock Sunday morning, he suggested that I grab the nipple clamps.  And put them on him. He's not a pain slut (much as I'd love him to be), and having his nipples played with is sort of take-it-or-leave-it. But just when I think I have him pegged - wait for it, that's my next post - he surprises me and asks for it.

And because I'm generous, not only did I share my new sex toys with him, but I'm sharing the HNT spotlight. To be honest, he's more than half nekkid here, but he's...um...well accessorized. That counts, right?

Oh look, you get to see his piercing, too! 

The lightweight, yet intense clamps were very gripping once we finally managed to apply them to his tiny nipples. (that was worth a few entertaining laughs right there) I pulled the chain experimentally with increasing efforts with one hand, while my other hand was greased up, teasing his cock up and down, making sure it stayed interested. Within minutes he was saying "Okay! Time to take them off."

You can tell by the photo that I wasn't quite done experimenting. His balls are the one area where I have more freedom to be a bit rough and he actually enjoys it, so that's where I headed next with my clampy cohorts. I think I cringed more than he did while assaulting his testicles. He seemed comfy enough - perhaps distracted with the handjob? Anyway, I alternated with pulling the chain that connects the clamps and edging him to the brink of orgasm. Once he got too close I slowed down on the stroking and ramped up the tugging.

Surprisingly though, after being edged a few times, he reached a space where the pain mixed a little too closely with the pleasure and it became evident that no amount of control or tugging (and I was tugging hard) was going to stop the orgasm - so I just went with it. My hand milked his cock for everything it had while I simultaneously yanked the reins on his balls. Kind of a giddy up and whoa at the same time. *shrugs shoulders* Eh, it worked.  ;) 

And I plan on working it again and again and again.......

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

TMI Tuesday 10/11/11

Have and Have Not

This week’s TMI Tuesday was inspired by An Optimistic Virgin. Read her Have and Have Not for inspiration and HAVE FUN creating yours.

List five (5) things you have done that other people probably have not done.
1.) fucked my husband
2.) been kissed by a stranger on top of the Eiffel Tower
3.) danced on the Pont d'Avignon
4.) had sex on my hands and knees in the middle of my former gradeschool yard
5.) had an artist sketch me

List five (5) things you have not done that other people probably have done.
1.) taken the SAT
2.) cheated on my spouse
3.) been so intoxicated that I puked
4.) gone to Vegas
5.) taken birth control pills

Bonus: What is the oddest thing that you’ve ever seen?
A photo of a bifurcated human penis. Or a photo of a woman's vulva that has been pumped.

Bonus, Bonus: What is the oddest, kinkiest, or craziest thing you have ever done?
Oddest : I once washed my car in the rain

Kinkiest : *laughs and laughs and laughs* seriously - take your pick : ANR, pegging, male chastity, bondage.......

Craziest : I went on a date with a stranger, got drunk, went skinny dipping in a convenient apartment complex pool and came home dripping wet at 1:00 in the morning. I was 16.

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Sunday, October 9, 2011

Because I have writer's block....

....I offer up this paltry post. I know that I have a post (about a certain person losing some sort of virginity) I need to write, but I'm not feeling it. The words haven't connected properly in my brain just yet, so until they do how about I play along with Sunday Stealing?

1. Is there someone in your life you know you’d be better off without? I cleaned out my relationship closet from 2005-2009. I had a sister-in-law that didn't fit me anymore, a father-in-law that was a gift with purchase that I never liked, and one particular friend who was clingy in an unflattering way. I think I'm done. Everybody else is a good fit, and I've learned to be a picky shopper when it comes to new friends.

2. Do you get criticized because of your body? I'm sure it's possible, but not that I'm aware of. At least not anymore. My booty was before it's time back in high school and I had the nickname Bubble Butt. I didn't mind the name (it was true) but I minded the meanness behind the use of it by one particular guy. He attempted to get under my skin with snarky little jabs. I ignored him, but on some level I regret not calling him out for the asshole he was. I never had any boyfriends that minded the junk in my trunk. I remember when curvy booties became "in" and low-rise jeans made their appearance. I heard angels sing. It was about time that more people realized that having an ass did not make women fat, it made them fun to hold on to!  ;)

3. Did you kiss the last person you called? No, I don't think my daughter would have appreciated me doing that. I called her boyfriend to let him know I was at the school to pick them up after the homecoming dance. Daughter was sans cell because of limited space in her clutch.

4. When was the last time you danced? I danced Wednesday morning in the kitchen by myself to a song that wouldn't get out of my head, so I played it on the stereo on repeat a few times to get it out of my system. It worked. Damn it. Now I'm thinking of it again.......

5. Do you keep in mind other people’s feelings? I keep them in mind when the situation calls for it, but I'm real big on making myself happy, and sometimes there's a cost.  

6. If you have a hang nail, do you pull it or clip it? Pulling appeals to my laziness. Who wants to go all the way to the bathroom for the clippers? But clipping appeals to my need for efficiency. Pulling causes an angry flare up the next day that stays hurty for way too long. I solve this need by biting them. Win-win.

7. Who do you want to forget? I feel like if you forget the person, then you forget the lesson learned. So my answer is nobody, but I'll add that I've learned some big lessons in life.

8. Who was the last person to send you a letter? An estranged friend who is starting up a cleaning business. I guess a business letter counts, right? If not, then it was my husband's grandmother at Christmas last year.

9. Who did you last tell to shut up? Probably the cat. She's mouthy in the morning when she wants food. And I prefer a quiet morning.

10. What’s the last thing that you smelt that smelt bad? In all honesty, it was myself. I was in a hurry to pack up and head home Saturday morning and I forgot to apply deodorant. We're having unseasonably warm weather this weekend and the combined effects were quite obvious this morning. It's been remedied.

11. What’s your favorite cereal? I could always eat a bowl of Cheerios. Right now it's Multigrain Cheerios.

12. How do you feel when people lead you on, but they don’t even like you? If we're talking about dating prospects, then I have no experience with this. I have a good bullshit detector, plus I haven't dated in 20 years. Besides, who would do that? It's a waste of time and effort. If we're talking about people who try to be nice in order to use you, then I take a "fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me" attitude.

13. Could you live without sunlight? Not happily.

14. What’s something you know is bad, but you want to do it anyway? Oh, that's a loaded question. What defines "bad"? I don't want to be arrested or permanently hurt anyone. Note I said permanently. *wicked grin* I have my own set of moral codes that I play by, and those have shifted over the last two years. I'm having a hard time nailing down an answer................The first thing that comes to mind is that I would want to experience men other than my husband. And for right now, that would be bad of me to do. We don't have an open relationship, and I'm not sure we're at a place in life where we could handle that. But if we were at that place and I did experience other men, then it wouldn't be bad. See? This "bad" label is tricky business.

15. What was the last thing you lied about? I told my friend that I was giving myself a pedicure in the bathroom when I was really expressing my milk into the sink. There are some things even good friends don't need to know.  ;)

16. Do you regret anything you’ve done in the past week? I regretted staying up until 3 a.m. on Friday morning, but only until the coffee kicked in.

17. What was the last movie you bought?  I purchased Red Riding Hood on demand if that counts. Maybe in July or August? Usually I rent movies.

18. What is a sport you would like to do? Ice skating would be fun. Gliding over the ice would feel like flying. 

19. When was the last time you felt like crying? End of August was very emotional for me. Probably then.

20. Have you ever wanted to kill someone (not that you actually do it)? Kill as in dead? No. But seriously maim due to outrageous anger and frustration? Oh yes. Yes - lots and lots of times. I fantasized about wrapping my hands around someone's throat and choking the stupidity out of them. But that was years ago.

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Thursday, October 6, 2011


In the world of male chastity, orgasm control, Domination/submission, and FLRs (female led relationships) it's common to assign names pertaining to the role one plays e.g. Master, slave, Mistress, pet, Goddess, boy......what have you. As I read up on male chastity I also learned that "his cock" - once put under her control or put into a device - became "her cock". Sometimes not even a cock at all. It becomes simply a penis or something even lowlier than that. A useless dick or a sissy clit. It might sound silly to you, but it's part of the game that gets some people off. And everyone gets to make their own game rules. I'm no exception.

Less than a year ago when I realized that my new found fascination with male chastity was growing into a serious interest, I brought it up to Od. I was very careful to leave our conversations open ended. He didn't shut the idea down right away. (that's never been his style) And I didn't push or get impatient. (which had previously been exactly my style) I wielded patience, offered information, shared my ideas and gave him time. Luckily for me he came around.  ;)  The biggest issue has always been (not just for us but most every other chastity player) which device to choose. There are dozens upon dozens to choose from. The most practical to begin with is a polycarbonate model that is affordable and adjustable. But I find it so ugly. I wanted steel. The shiny, heavier metal just seemed right for Od and I love the look. Plus it's engravable. I wanted my mark on him in the most intimate of places. But, what would my mark be?

I'm not officially his Mistress. He is not my pet. That's not an area we've delved into. I can't think of him as a boy. He's too manly for that, and quite honestly that's how I want him to remain. His offering to me of control over his cock (yes it's still called a cock) means more to me coming from a place of strength rather than weakness. Despite all the endearing names that he has assigned to me and to parts of my anatomy, I've yet to name him. Nothing cutesy or demeaning feels right. But I have a deep sense of ownership over not just him, but also his manhood. I made him a man. I was his first. Only? Time will tell. But for 20 years he has been mine. And then the light bulb moment. Mine. Of course. It was there all along. Mine. It's fitting. That's what I'll have engraved on his device. Mine.

When I curl up to his back on nights I have trouble falling asleep, I nudge my knees under his thighs, my left hand goes straight to his hair and my right hand goes over his hip and straight to his crotch. My fingers wrap around him, my face presses against his back, and with a sigh of contentment my breathing slows. If he's still awake I'll gently squeeze, whisper "mine" and place a kiss on him. He confirms "yours" in a sleepy voice, kisses back at me and tells me goodnight. 

This is the newer routine. Funny thing is - I've been doing some version of this for years and years. Always preferring to be the big spoon, and sometimes with a leg hitched over his. Without the "mine" whispering, mind you - that's more recent. But I vaguely remembering reading somewhere that we reveal ourselves and the nature of our relationship with our partners during the sleeping hours - assuming the sleeping is done together. If not, I suppose that's telling in it's own way. It's not difficult to see that I've asserted dominance, even in sleep, for the majority of our relationship. It's my way of affirming our bond. It makes me smile.

I am his in every way that matters, but ultimately, undeniably he is Mine.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Morning conversation

I'm always the last one out of bed on weekdays. The kids run around outside our bedroom door getting themselves ready for school and for all they know Od and I are sleeping. ;) We all know that's not the case.  Morning snuggles are a great way to start the day, but don't do much in the way of inspiring me to hop out of bed. When Od's 7:25 alarm goes off on his phone he reluctantly gets up, checks that the kids left on time, then ambles about preparing for his own day.

Confession : I'm often asleep again by the time he returns to get dressed.

But a few days ago was different. I had work to do and he continued talking to me from all rooms of the house trying to keep me awake. He's good like that. But I was easily ignoring him. I'm bad like that. Knowing that his efforts needed kicked up a notch, he came into the room, told me to get up and warned me he was turning on the lights. By the time the offending brightness might have shocked my corneas I had withdrawn under the blankets and was grousing at the intrusion on my laziness.

He snickered at my immaturity and quipped "Ha! It's like you've retracted into your foreskin!"

My surprised bark of laughter was loud in my ears under the covers. My face was hot and my cheeks hurt when I finally crawled out to face the light.

"Oh my God! We have waaaaaaaaay too many conversations about circumcision!!!!!"

And it's true. We do.

Note to self : stop talking to husband about all the dick you see on Tumblr everyday.