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*

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!

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.......

One week down.......and an unintended HNT

*sigh* Not to start on a negative note this morning - which is refreshingly cool and sunny with the crickets and birds both chirping while I listen to them through the open windows and drink my coffee - but I really dislike when I have plans and things don't work out for me. *another sigh*

You see, I've been a dutiful photographer this week documenting my daily treats to myself. And my computer and/or memory card won't cooperate. Rrrgghhhh. Alas, I have no pictures, save one - which I'll get to. You'll have to take my word that in the past week I managed to :

• buy myself 3 pairs of cute sandals. One flippy pair and 2 pairs of espadrilles (my current favorites). They were on sale, I got Kohl's Cash (gotta love that!), they are both comfy and sexy, Od really liked them, and they highlight my.........
• brand new pedicure (and manicure). I prefer them at the salon, but this time was time well spent in my kitchen with my daughter as we soaked our tootsies, filed our nails and helped each other pick out polish colors. I went with a pale pink that turned out not so pale after 2 coats (think Peptol Bismol), and she went with a dark green. Yes. Green. Hers looks better than mine.
• mixed bouquet. I was doing the grocery shopping and the florist had some gorgeous flowers put together with lilies, roses, daisies, snap dragons, and other flowers I don't know the name of, set strategically right inside the door for suckers like me. I grabbed a bouquet up, placed it in the cart and it made me happy all the way through the store and continued to do so for the next few days. $8.00 well spent!
• impromptu lunch at Panera with my sweetie. This eatery is easily becoming our regular go-to when we're being sneaky and grabbing a meal or snack on the sly, away from our kids. I've been experimenting with different choices lately but this time went back to my tried and true favorite : grilled chicken Caesar salad and french onion soup.Yummy!
• lazy day. Saturday was spent basically staying out of Od's way. The water was shut off while he replaced our water heater and I had nothing that was calling me to get done that didn't require plumbing so I drove to McDonald's, bought myself a Coke (theirs is the best, I can't explain why) and happily frittered the day away catching up on my fan fiction reading. All smutty - I can assure you! ;)
• hot wax. I invested in a home waxing system. Not the cheap kind either. The proper kind exactly as our waxer uses. Note I said our. It took me some years to convince Od that while I love his hairy chest, legs, arms, stomach, (happy trail....*sigh*) I do not love his um, well, his back hair. He's 42, has always been a hairy guy, and that stuff just multiplies with age. No man can pull off the full man-sweater look - I don't care how sexy you are. Not that his was that bad, but it was only a matter of time given the situation. So now it's been taken care of but has proven to return quickly and it's cheaper to just do it at home in the long run. Also - have I mentioned that I'm a bit of a sadist? I'm looking forward to having a go at him just a liiiiiittle too much. *big grin*
• zzzzzzzzzzz. I took a nap. Middle of the day. Down to my undies. Should've been thinking about getting dinner ready. Messed up the bed and everything. It lasted over an hour, the house was completely quiet and I got busted - only I didn't know it until I was disrupted by Od telling me to hold still. Why? Because he's a pervert. Here's the proof :

You can thank (or blame) him for this week's HNT. I clearly had nothing to do with it, 'cause if I did you'd be looking at a different pair of undies. Y'all have seen these  already. ;)

HHNT everybody! *kiss*

HNT - Feel the burn

I nearly titled this one "oops I did it again".

Here's how my afternoon sunbathing went :

cold drink - check
towel - check
ipod - check
sunny spot on the deck - check
comfy lounge chair - check

Am I forgetting anything? (no, it wasn't my suit)

Oh yeah..........sunscreen. AGAIN.
Just two days after I was able to resume sun worshipping and hot showering I go and do something stupid that results in this :

Object is pinker than it appears in photo!

It's an ouchy HNT for Freya. Hope everybody's was better than mine.  :(

HNT - Underboob

This area? An oft forgotten erogenous zone. So the next time you're in the area, spend some time  getting reaquainted using fingertips, knuckles, noses, and of course lips, teeth, and tongues.  You never know what you'll discover. Maybe a cute little mole or freckle like I have!

HHNT everybody!

(not really) HNT - Red

As stated, this is not really half-nekkid, but a little revealing nonetheless.
I took this photo in DC while playing around with my camera and the dual reflections of vanity and closet door mirrors.
This is my new (and soon to be corrected) hair color.
I used to be a dark blonde - dirty blonde. Whichever.
Now I'm some version of a redhead/strawberry blonde. (still dirty, though)  ;)

I'm not surprised that the red came out of the color change. I come from red stock.
My granny is a redhead.
My mom has auburn hair.
I was auburn at birth - then a towhead.
My son was a strawberry blond at birth - now dark blond like me.

Stubborn, tenacious, feisty, and spirited doesn't even begin to cover it.
The stories I could tell about my grandma, the things she's done, and the words that have come out of her mouth! Needless to say - I love her to death.



This was my good hair day I mentioned in my FF post. Not very indicative of my natural curls. They were tamed into submission this particular day.

 Happy HNT everybody!

HNT kicks and knickers

Once upon a time there was a girl with a fancy for knickers. Pretty ones. Lacy, silky, stringy, skimpy, flirtatious knickers. She even had a favorite purveyor of such things. Walking into the elegant store filled the girl with excitement of the hunt for the perfect pair, and the hope that they were stocked in her size. Classical music seduced her into a lust for lingerie. Again and again and again she would return to seek the satisfaction that could only be obtained here. For many years this relationship of mutual affection carried on.

As in most relationships , they parted ways. It was a difference of opinions. The girl moved on.

The girl's body grew and changed in ways that not only change a life, but bring new life, too. She thought of the undies in her past and longed for the day when perhaps, under the right circumstances, they might find each other again.

Over the years lacy, silky, stringy, skimpy, and flirtatious were replaced with cottony, comfortable, supportive, and modest. But there were always the memories of the way the store's atmosphere welcomed her and the contentment the girl experienced with shopping bag in hand and a secret to be discovered.

No longer a girl, but now a full fledged woman, she has other loves as well. This is a woman who strives to treat herself well in all aspects. Sexy shoes make her feel sassy and give her attitude a kick. They caress the polished and pedicured toes that are loved by her beloved. And now they go so well with other sexy little things. Little lacy, silky, stringy, skimpy, and flirtatious sexy little things.

Once again, she is happy.

Sexy little things, indeed!  ;)

HNT 5/5/11 Peek

I was on the road again last evening after a day of playing tourist with Od and as we began our long drive, (google maps and I need to have a sit down about time estimations) I got bored and started fiddling with the car features. (still learning the new vehicle) So there I was checking out the sun visor mirror and had a great idea. I wanted to play with the limited view and the evening sun. I tried to capture my new hair color, but was having shit luck. Couldn't get the right angle. However, I could manage a gratuitous down the cleavage shot pretty well, so here ya go :

And not really half-nekkid - but because I liked the view - Od makes his HNT debut :

So there you have it. Just a little bit of road fun.

For those who requested it - I did attempt a few ass shots but it was a no go. iPhone cameras and harsh hotel lighting are NOT a girl's best friend.

I'll get to it. Promise.

I'm off to have something with tequila in it.

*smooch*

HNT Do over and a funny

We have a moderate sense of propriety in our home. And that's about it. Sometimes I'd rather not get fully dressed to go to the laundry room to iron the clothes I need to wear for the day, so I give out a warning  before I dash down the hallway in my bra and undies. At some point in their lives our kids have figured out that Od goes commando. It probably involved laundry observations and basic equations, followed by a simple question and an honest answer.

I believe in being honest with my kids. Age appropriately honest. There are no areas of conversations that I avoid to save them or myself embarrassment. Believe me, they know this. When teenagers push boundaries like bedtime, and are staying up later and later (encroaching Mom and Dad's alone time) you just have to lay the truth out there with a touch of shock value. This does 2 things. It combats the inevitable argument about why they think they should get to stay up as late as they want, and it subtly reinforces the idea that responsible parenthood does not, in fact, equal the death of a sex life. Closed doors mean you better knock first and request entrance and "now is not a good time" means go away or suffer the consequences.

What I'm getting at is that we do our best to keep our private life private. *heavy sigh* Most of the time. Yesterday I slipped and it ended in one of those stories that my kids will probably be telling for a long time.

I was helping my son take photos for a class project. (at the last minute, naturally) The memory card wasn't cleared of all photos, but I triple checked that thing for naughty photos and deleted them all. (so I thought)
We took the required photos, I handed him the card to do his thing on the computer and about 5 minutes later I hear my two kids collaborating in the bedroom hallway (never a good sign) and my son asks " Hey Mom? Why is there a picture of your nipple on this card?"

Of course, being ridiculous like I am, I bust out laughing. It can't be helped. Things can't be unseen at this point and I hear my daughter yelling "Mother!!!" in a mocked outrageous tone of voice. In less time than I can calm myself, Od has raced upstairs to son's room and when I meet him there (as daughter gives me disapproving looks and continues her attempt at shaming me) he has son pushed to the side and is clicking, clicking, clicking. I'm searching the thumbnails for the incriminating evidence, and...........ah. There it is.

 Oh, yeah. I remember that. As soon as I see proof of my indiscretions I cover son's eyes. Really? What good am I doing? None. As we're all standing at the computer desk in son's room with daughter blocking the only escape (and she's still harping at me with things like "Why would you take a picture like that? That's inappropriate!" ) I look around. And they're all looking at me. 'Cause, you know...it's my nipple on the monitor - makes sense. My husband is smiling as if to say "serves you right, should've cleared the card better". Son is vibrating in his desk chair from silent laughter, but seeming nonchalant about the whole thing. Daughter is keeping up with her beratement, going on with "Who even does things like that?" (but believe me, she thinks this is funny because she now has the goods on me - the person who usually nails her little ass to the wall when she messes up)

I do what anybody else would do. I deflect. "Well, your dad took the picture, so ask him!" Yep. I did it. I totally tossed him under the bus. He looked at me with astonishment, because I just told a lie to my children to save a little bit of dignity. He and I both know he had nothing to do with that picture. I silently dare him to contradict me. Wisely - he doesn't. He does what any good man would do. He takes the hit and saves his damsel in distress. Now daughter lays into him with comments about being a pervert and setting bad examples for innocent children. (she'll be such a good mother some day.....)

He takes the card back to clear it and I walk away spouting life lessons over my shoulder like "See? That's why naughty pictures are NEVER a good idea! Don't do it or you'll regret it!" which I followed up with a quick NDA laced with subtle threats and motherly guilt. Let's hope it sticks.

When I finally untangled myself from that ugly monster of a situation I  walked into the kitchen to be met by my husband who casually mentioned "Wow. I didn't even see that bus coming." I think he was secretly relieved that I managed to delete the photos of him that were on that card. Because explaining why Dad took a sneaky photo of Mom's boob is easier to process than trying to understand why Dad is strapped to the bed on all fours, naked with a cock ring on and a hand print on hiss ass. Doncha think?  ;)

HNT 3/17 Going Green

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!! Truth be told, I'm not really sure if I'm Irish. I suspect it, but you could consider me more of an American mutt. My ancestry was supposedly traced back to Spanish heritage, but judging from all the fair skin and blue eyes in my family tree I highly doubt it. I'd believe German or Irish first. And my maiden name doesn't lend any clues either. I've always been envious of people who could say "Yeah, I'm Italian" or whatever.

I remember in 2nd grade we had to do a family tree and ask our parents to help us. The goal was to trace our family back as far as we could. My parents were as clueless as me so being frustrated with the whole project I made stuff up. I put down Africa. My teacher never said a word. She put all our charts on the wall for Open House. My dad got a big kick out of that and I was busted for my laziness!

So.........no matter where I came from, today I'm pretending I'm Irish - if for no other reason than I love all things green. I even had a little creative surge this morning just to prove it. So no pinching, okay? I'm sure that I'm still wearing some green. That stuff got everywhere. ;)


Think Od would hang it in his office if I framed it?



HNT 3/3 (and a thank you)

I have enough southerner in me to feel the need to apologize for showing so many underthings this week, but something tells me y'all won't mind too much will ya?  ;)  Thought not.

So anyway - today's post is a dedicated "thank you" to someone who helped me out tremendously last week. Sorry, no click-thrus this week, but how about a two-fer? The second shot shows not one, but almost two of my most recent purchases. The first being a bra that does tricks and the second is......well let's just say it's charming!

I hope everyone has an uplifting, happy HNT!