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*

Fun bags

Could there be a more vulgar yet still appropriate name for breasts? I found this picture on Tumblr yesterday and was struck with recognition. You see....I do that very same thing. About a gazillion times a day. When I'm home (which is most of the time) I rarely wear a bra. And since developing our ANR almost a year ago my breasts have undergone changes. Some subtle, some not so subtle.

But I've become so much more aware of them. They are an entity of their own now. Before they were just there. Having served their purpose many years ago and being long forgotten by me, they were only brought out to play randomly. And I do mean ran.dom.ly. Completely ignored for a few years, in fact. So....they just shrugged their little boob shoulders and gave up.

Ah ah ah *wags pointer finger* -  not so fast my sad and droopy companions. Things change, and sometimes for the better. My sex life was reignited as was my interest in other things. Kinky things. Unusual things. Relationship building things. Whatever. My boobs got to join in on my new adventures. Little did I know that the extra attention would change them. Some ways I expected for sure. They went from being unproductive to productive. That's a no brainer - and kind of the point. But our ANR has made them larger, firmer, and just plain old more fun. They look better without a bra now. They feel better, too. A little more bounce per ounce you might say. ;)  And with the easy access of going braless quite often, I admit to groping myself simply because I like it.

Yeah, sometimes I'm checking for fullness or lack of, which tells me many different things like : it's close to "snuggle" time, I'm about to start my period, or I need to drink more water. But most likely when I'm caught feeling myself up it's only because these things are so much fun! Consider me enlightened. Now I know what guys see in them. If only they had their own appendages that got nice and plump and reacted in fun ways when they got played with..................