Recharging my batteries

How often do you hear someone say "Oh, I don't have time for that" or "I could never get away with that" when discussing hobbies, vacations, downtime, or simply enjoying the bliss of doing absolutely nothing?

I'm fortunate that I get time to just enjoy. We don't take big, expensive, or even lengthy vacations usually. Fact is, we're overdue for some forced family time. Last year Od and I shacked up in a cozy cabin for the 4th of July and made quite a bit of our own fireworks, we took a small road trip by ourselves in May, and 3 times a year I go away for a long girl's weekend with a group of friends. I need the change of scenery, and to recharge my batteries. You know the saying about "happy wife, happy life"? Yeah, Od does too - smart man that he is.  ;)

I was away last week on such a trip and there was much laughing, eating, drinking, swimming, sunning, and just plain having fun. My batteries are fully recharged, and I was more than ready to get home to Od, our home, and everything in it. (including our bed, his mouth, and a few toys that didn't get to make the trip this time) It's funny how 3 years used to be what I considered a "long time" and now 3 days has me wet, squirming, and cursing slow drivers as I make the trek home. My body wanted his mouth, his fingers, and my vibrator. In that order. His cock would have to wait - because of that pesky cage, you know. *evil laugh*
No worries, though. I couldn't manage to wait until Sunday (my original plan) and after an hour or two of lounging and loving in our bed, his latest stretch of chastity was over as I released him, then let him release. Eventually.

That was Saturday, and yesterday was spent in a flurry of activities honoring the two men who mean the most to me. I fell asleep early, desperately needing to catch up, and was barely able to open my eyes when Od joined me in bed for a snuggle. It wasn't how I envisioned the end of the day. He has a few gifts from me left to open. I got up from bed this morning with a long list of to-do items and after checking my email decided to forget those things and recharge my batteries a little more.

I had the house to myself, an early morning thunderstorm was brewing, and with some imagination and inspiration I headed back to bed and simply enjoyed.

How to keep yourself occupied on a long road trip Part 3

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How to keep yourself occupied on a long road trip Part 2

Wednesday of our trip began with both of us a little road weary and lacking sleep - but with big smiles and excitement for our day ahead. I kept an eye out in the breakfast room for side glances from anyone who might have been our room neighbors. I was only slightly embarrassed that I made so much noise the night before. After refueling Od and I headed out for Biltmore Estate. Much to my delight he suggested that we take a detour on our way to DC to revisit the quaint little family home of George Vanderbilt. I love this place and there's so many details from the last time that I recalled once there. The details I happily avoided this occasion were ones like : saying "Don't touch that!" every 10 minutes, hearing my then-6-year-old daughter whine "How much further do we have to waaaaaalk?", and trying to explain to the security guard that the spilled orange juice container was sealed when we first entered the house. Yep. Mere inches from one of George's no doubt priceless Oriental rugs my son dropped his backpack and all contents (including the defectively sealed o.j.) spilled out. It was quite refreshing to not feel like the Griswolds this go around!

The weather was gorgeous and I had fun using my camera in the gardens that I envy so much. We had a few misses this trip, though. The loggia was closed as were some of the rooms due to restoration,  the tulips were done blooming, the weather was more brisk than anticipated (read : Freya forgot her jacket and it was frickin' cold!), and at the estate winery I didn't find a wine that I liked this time. We had a late lunch in the stable-turned-restaurant and by the time I finished my roasted chicken and beer it was time to hit the road again. One little problem though. It was late afternoon and while we were on vacation, my breasts were still on their work schedule. I've had an increase in production lately that demands attention and sadly the pump I brought wasn't doing a lot for me. Since we were some of the last stragglers to leave and the parking lot was fairly empty save 2 or 3 other vehicles, I stated that Od could help me out in the back seat. He thought I was kidding.  I was not. You'd think he'd understand my tenacity by now.  ;)  So, after some convincing on my part and with me playing the part of lookout, we had our first public "snuggle". He was nervous; I though it was amusing. I also felt much, much more comfortable. I only hope the estate doesn't have security cameras in the parking lots. They probably do. Eh. *shrugs shoulders* Thank God for tinted windows!!!

I had a  quick change into comfy travel clothes (the tank top and yoga pants you might've seen in this HNT post.) and we were on our way to the next hotel. Sadly, by the time we reached it the hour of midnight was almost upon us and our. asses. were. dragging. I made a few sad attempts at capturing my hiney for HNT, but gave up and opted for sleep. Od was right behind me after he brought in the luggage and secured the car. No fun was had that night, but I found an interesting way to pass the time while I took my turn driving the next day.

It's amazing what 8 hours of sleep can do for your body. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Oh! And don't forget the sunshine! Thursday was warm, sunny, and had I thought of it I would've opened the sunroof. A perfect day for driving. And that was fun for about a half an hour. Then the boredom kicked in. I'm not a good driver. Well, I'm a good driver - just not a good vacation driver. Cruise control and hundreds of miles to drive get monotonous. So I made my own fun. I do that sometimes. I noticed Od fiddling with his piercing. He replaced the ring with a curved bar awhile ago and it pinches when he sits for long periods of time. I can't remember what prompted him to whip it out, but he did, and he cheekily mentioned something about a handjob. Along with my tenacity, I've got loads of audacity. Again - he should understand this by now. So with his seat reclined back and my hands at an unrecommended driving position, I began fondling his naughty bits and eventually stroking. Had the sun been hitting his lap he would've made a very attractive sun dial!  :D
The cock stroking was interrupted every few minutes by a passing truck or SUV that was high enough to have a peek into our SUV. He'd cover up with his shirt or hands, then after they passed I would continue. He was a little tense and not as.....lubricious as usual which made things take longer. Not that I'm complaining. I just needed some help and the lube was packed away in the luggage, out of reach. I'm nothing if not creative. Yeah, I know saliva works in a pinch, but it only last for so long, and I didn't want to run dry at a crucial moment, ya know? Quick thinking led me to the cheap lip balm in the dash. Petroleum. It'll do. I had him roll the stick up and I scraped a good amount into my hands, mashing and smoothing it out. We were back in business and the lip balm worked great. With a slippier grip I worked my hand up and down his shaft and switched it up and teased the head some, then back to serious stroking. All with two eyes on the road. He came just 8 miles south of Petersburg. They say "Virginia is for lovers" afterall. I guess they're right. ;)

You know how there's always one thing you forget on vacation? I figured out what it was when I had cum allover my hand. Wet Wipes. They were still in the other car, at home. We made do with some water and leftover napkins from the console. My hands were pretty clean actually. The petroleum repelled his spunk pretty well - and left his cock kissably smooth. I'll let you know next time whether or not I got around to that.........

How to keep yourself occupied on a long road trip Part 1

I was excited to spend the better part of the week alone with my husband. Even more desperate to get him alone in a hotel room. I love hotel sex. It's a bit of strange mixed in with the familiar. Naughty coincides with perfectly acceptable.

Even though we were both exhausted Tuesday evening I wanted to write a post before we called it a night. Od conked out on the bed as I began posting. I had to catch him before he fell too deeply asleep. My boobs were aching from a long day of neglect and needed his attention. I paused my writing and after they were taken care of he was asleep in no time and I finished posting by the glow of my laptop. I surfed Tumblr for awhile and found I was still needy - but this time in another area. It was late and I was torn between letting him rest and waking him.

I tried to curl up to him but the bed he was in was springy and lumpy. I kissed him on the cheek and left to switch beds. He's a light sleeper and was roused by me leaving his side.

"Where are you going?" he asked in a soft and sleep thickened voice.
"Over to this bed. I can't sleep in that one. It's uncomfortable."
"Do you want me to get in that bed?" he offered.
"Only if you don't mind being molested."

After grabbing some pillows he joined me on the bed, kissed me and curled into me. "Goodnight" I said.
Silence. I was baiting the trap and letting him decide.
Another moment of silence.
He rolled onto his back as I lay there with wide eyes wondering if sleep will win out.

"I thought you said something about molesting me?..........."
I grinned into the dark room, knowing he took the bait. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"
"Well, what did you have in mind?" he countered.
I mentally tossed around my options and made a decision quickly. "Hold on....."
I hopped up and fumbled with the luggage in the dark, found my selections and returned to the bed.

"Here. Give me your hands." In one I placed the controller to my bullet vibrator and in the other I squirted some lube. Tossing the bottle down beside him, I guided his hand between my thighs. He spread the lube slowly, rubbing back and forth. When his thumb found my clit and his other fingers began to slide in I pulled his wrist back. As tempting as that is, it's not what I had planned.

I pushed all the covers to the bottom of the bed and got on top of him in reverse cowgirl position. We've only done it twice before. The first time was just a tease for him, but the second time was surprisingly good.  It took a bit of wriggling to get our position just right, and then I nestled the bullet vibe between my clit and his balls and had him turn it on. The vibrations were just as good for him as they were for me. I rode him slowly and leisurely, just enjoying the different sensations of a new position.

Every so often there's just a need for some anal play and this was definitely one of them. I asked him to grab the bottle again and lube up his finger. I should have specified! He got his two fingers that he usually used inside my pussy all slippery and asked "What am I doing with them?" in a confused tone, as he was undoubtedly trying to figure out the logistics of my intentions.

I laughed. "Wrong finger. Sorry. I meant your thumb."
"Ohhhhh......."
And slowly, pleasurably, he pressed his thumb into my ass. Every time I rocked forward I rubbed against the buzz of the vibrator and when I rocked back I encountered the intense sensation of being doubly penetrated. Od found his rhythm after a minute and it felt incredible. The kind of incredible that causes my brain to mouth function to quit working. I was reduced to a grinding, panting, moaning mess that could only answer his questions with "Uh huh" and "Huh uh".

I must have been leaning forward too far because we had a problem with him popping out and after the second time he was too close to care as the vibrator and friction were pushing him toward climax. I still had his thumb and the bullet so I continued to rub back and forth on him without missing a beat. After he came I thought there was a possibility I could still finish in that position, but gave up and went for the sure thing.

I dismounted, asking him to stay with me as I rolled over onto my back so I could relax, operate the bullet myself and have him use his other fingers inside me, too. He obliged me and within a few minutes I had a small, rolling orgasm that felt like there was more to be had. Typically I have one very intense orgasm that wipes me out, but this time I pushed for more.

What ensued was 40 minutes of chasing an elusive climax. Seven position changes, 2 cramped hands, another session of fucking, and an exhausted bullet later I caught that fucker and experienced an explosive orgasm. It was so intense and my eyes were squeezed so tightly that I saw stars.  I came so hard I was practically sobbing. It was all I could do to lift my hand to take the towel Od offered me. If I hadn't needed to pee I probably would have passed out in that very position.

It was a satisfying start to an enjoyable week of hotel hopping. The only bad news was that it was 2:48 a.m. and we had about 4 hours to sleep before the alarm went off and we began a long day of walking and touring. That didn't stop us from having a quickie after our morning session, though.

Our next stop was remarkably less adventurous since we desperately needed to catch up on sleep, but the adventures did continue. I'll share that with you next time! ;)

Friday Facts on a Saturday 5/14/11

So sorry for the delay, but Od offered up a date night and I wasn't about to pass that up! We grabbed a bite to eat and saw a movie - Thor. Yawn. I will say that Natalie Portman was good, but isn't she always? Advizor, I think of you now whenever I see her.

What made my "hot date" hot was how it started. Both of our kids were off to visit friends for the evening. I dropped the girl off and on my way home it occurred to me that the house was ours for the night. In the front door for mere seconds I called out to Od and began stripping off.

"Meet me in the bedroom!"

I grabbed my Lelo and started the pre-game warm up, so to speak. When he entered the bedroom he realized this was no ordinary "snuggle" and crawled under the covers with me to help out. He latched onto Tradition while I pleasured myself. I drew it out as long as I could and danced along the edge of orgasm for a few minutes until I tumbled over and rode it out loudly, knowing how much he loves to hear me. (my favorite thing about having the house to ourselves. well, that and not having to get dressed to use the bathroom afterwards.) I recuperated and enjoyed the afterglow for a few minutes while Od finished up with Tradition. Then finally we got to try out the Liberator ramp. Od suggested I bend over the edge of the bed - great idea - but my legs were still a little shaky, so we made use of the ramp's support. It gives a different angle than I'm used to, but at this point it wasn't about me. I gladly flopped onto it and let him have his way with me while I gave back as much as I could in my sated stupor. It was a long sex-free week that I was glad to see come to an end. The last time for us was a nooner last Saturday while still in DC, which I'll tell you about later on.

How 'bout those Friday Facts now, huh?  ;)  I was an independent kid with a good imagination, sometimes weird and often quite precocious, too. This week's facts are all devoted to little Freya, who BTW, resembled this little girl in a remarkable way. I loved my childhood, and remember it fondly. I had a habit of making my own fun and enjoying life to the fullest. It could be said that I've not changed much!

Did you know.......

• that I used to dip my sandwich crust in my Koolaid? For some reason I though this was a good idea.
• my favorite flavor of Koolaid was Sunshine? Not quite Orange in flavor or color. Anyone else remember that flavor?
• I had a time when I was 9 or 10 when I refused to wear pink? I was mad at my sister who wore a lot of pink at the time and I wanted to be anything but like her. I wouldn't admit this though. I said it was because I was being a tomboy.
• that I loved sitting in the rain? Right on top of the picnic table under an umbrella listening to the raindrops pitter patter.
• my grandma once asked me if her pants made her look fat? I said "No. You're fat makes you look fat." I was not my grandma's favorite.
• that I had a major crush on Rick Springfield? Me and my friend Shelly were card carrying members of his fan club. Swear to God.
• even thinking about picking green beans makes me itch? I spent more muggy summer evenings picking beans in my other granny's garden than any little girl should have to. She still grows those damn things and I love to eat them, but I now tell her I don't want to come pick any unless she can get them to grow into the jars. Those vines are a bitch. If you've picked beans, then you know just what I'm talking about.
• that I had two best friends growing up,both named Jenny? One lived down a block to the right, the other lived up a block to the left. They were referred to as Jenny Up The Block and Jenny Down The Block for obvious reasons.
• I used to run around topless? Okay - this may not be too surprising! I remember still doing this around age 6 , mostly in the summer after dark when it was almost bedtime and me and my sister were still running around outside. You know....getting in one more game of tag.
• that I got a brand new 10-speed bike in 4th grade? The first new bike I ever had. My sister took it without permission  so I bought a bike lock. She snuck the combination from my room and took it again. I got so mad at her I hit her with the bike lock across her back. I left welts. I thought my mother was going to kill me. I can't remember what my punishment was - but my sister never stole my bike again.
• the kids in my neighborhood used to play Ghost in the Graveyard in an actual graveyard? Yep. It was right behind where I lived and had an old wrought iron fence. Pretty cool.
• that one of my favorite things to play was Library? I had a date stamper, an ink pad, and hand cut cards to fill out and slide into the books. Sometimes I just stamped right in the books. My mom never cared. (I still have an affinity for office supplies. They just make me happy.)
• I was a walker to school every day? I never rode a school bus until 9th grade unless it was for a field trip or an away game.
• that I took piano lessons? But to this day I cannot play one single thing on the piano. I'm not musically inclined at all, apparently.
• my mother taught me the value of laughter? From the time I was very little I can recall laughing with her about silly things. To this day we share our funnies. Except the slipped up nip pic. But I may even tell her that one some day.
• that people used to mistake me for a boy? I had really short hair from age 5-8.
• I had curly hair as a baby, it straightened out around age 3, then got curly again when I was 14? Very weird, I know.

I'm sure there's more I could recall but this has taken up enough time. I'm calling it a night, but I'll be back tomorrow to share my naughty tales from my road trip.

Goodnight kisses to y'all. Sleep well.

Friday Facts 5/6/11

Happy Friday everybody! We made it to DC yesterday afternoon and I have to tell you it's so nice not to have to travel for a few days. *whew* We're sight seeing today and meeting up with the boy who is the whole reason we're here. He got to fly out with his BPA group and is staying in the Omni. He competed Wednesday morning and we find out results tomorrow at the awards banquet. While we are not staying in the Omni, our place is nice, roomy, clean and has a big bed and a sizeable shower. Both have been thoroughly tried out and tested, I assure you. ;)

Now I offer up Volume 4 of Friday Facts. I would love it if you play along too!

Did you know.......

• I sometimes snort when I laugh? Can't be helped. I laugh a lot. The snorting might be obnoxious or stupid to others. I choose to believe it's adorable.
• I got my first marriage proposal in 4th grade? From a boy named Warren. He asked me in front of the entire class. I was so embarrassed. If looks could kill he would've died that day.
• that I have 5 piercings on my body? I'll let you guess where they are.
• I birthed both of my kiddos without a drop of painkiller? Not intentionally - they both just came really fast. Impatient. Like their mama.
• I've had 5 sex partners, total? A few more if you count oral and hands only.
• that my favorite food is chicken? I could fix it every day and never tire of it.
• I'm a really good cook? I love to do it and get great satisfaction by serving a delicious meal.
• that I absolutely get lost listening to classical music? My favorites lately have been Beetoven and Vivaldi.
• I found out in 5th grade the truth about  Santa Claus? I didn't mind. I liked knowing the secret. I was mored devestated when my son found out. He never said a word, but I know the exact moment it happened.
• that I had a country music phase? From 1990-1994. It's about all I listened to. I've since moved on but I dabble occasionally.
• my favorite fragrance is lavender? Especially combined with vanilla, chamomile, or lemon. Or plain. The scent is everywhere in my home. I have room spray, oil warmers, linen and pillow mist, body lotion and perfume.
• that my favorite thirst quencher is a tie between lemonade or iced tea? Putting the two together would seem logical. No. Ewww. That's just gross. No mixing, thank you. I don't even like a slice of lemon near my iced tea.
• I'm having a really good hair day today? It's silly how much that can affect my mood, but I have an extra spring in my step just because of it. :D
• that petroleum based lip balm makes a suitable lube for an impromptu handjob while driving? You have to mash it up in your hand first. And while I'm thinking of it - Marcus, I apologize for admonishing you about proper "10 and 2" hand placement a few weeks ago. "10 and cock in the seat next to you" is no better. *blush*

That's all I have time for before we leave, but as always, whatever you're having - have a good one!

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*

TMI Tuesday 5/3/11

I've been riding in the car all day reading blogs, listening to podcasts, and being a co-pilot extraordinaire. FINALLY - 3 hours past ETA we are in North Carolina. Google Maps is a big fat liar. I'm exhausted, Od is more than exhausted (I hope he can hang in there long enough to "snuggle"), but I still want to play along with TMI this week because I've loved reading all your answers. And of course, I have my 2 cents to toss in. When don't I? :)

This week's TMI credit goes to Hedone and Heels n Stockings.

TMI Tuesday: Seven Deadly Sins
1. LUST (excessive sexual appetites): Besides your current significant other, for whom do you lust or who have you lusted for in the past? Does your significant other know about your lustful desires?
My celebrity crush is Robert Pattinson. Od knows. I've seen the Twilight films, but he never caught my eye until well after the first movie was released. I saw a magazine cover and realized he has blue eyes IRL. And is English. And adorably unassuming. And musical. And, and , and...........can look like this :

......and like this :

.....and like this :

.....and just one more :

This look is the reason Sham-Wow panties should be invented!

 2. GLUTTONY (over-indulgence): What food brings out your inner glutton?
Cheesy popcorn. There's no such thing as a serving. There's a full bag and an empty bag. Oh and fresh gooey chocolate chip cookies. Mmmmmmmm

3. GREED (avarice): When it comes to sex, what are you greedy for? When it comes to things, what is it that you want more than your need or deserve?
I suppose it could be said that I'm greedy to have things my way. I'm more particular than my husband. But that's not to say that I'm not giving, and that he doesn't get opportunities for things to be all about him. Right now I'm greedy for a nice rough long fuck that leaves me thoroughly satisfied. And a fun spanking.

Things. I love things. But I try not to collect stuff for the sake of having. If I don't use it, then it's gotta go. But art supplies? If  I like a certain supply I HAVE to have it in every available color. Ya know....just in case. :)

4. SLOTH (idleness/procrastination): Name a task or activity in which you perpetually procrastinate?
Almost everything. When prepping for a class I'm more creative under pressure. I wake up at the latest possible time. Then hit snooze a few times. I put off laundry way too long. I coast into gas stations on fumes before I refill the tank. (bad I know. shhh. don't tell Od. he's a car freak and hates when I do that!) But I always, Always, ALWAYS do my best to be on time. Being late is rude and inconsiderate.

5. WRATH (anger) is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury.
a. Describe a time that you were very angry?
b. Have you ever been so angry that you thought about revenge? Did you seek it?
I was very angry April 8th, 2006. I've never been so close to punching someone in my entire life. I could've taken him, too. Cops were called. Restraining orders filed. (against him, not me) Father/son relationship severed. It was a bad day. We officially earned our White Trash badge. (it came complimentary with the restraining order)

So angry I thought about revenge? Sure. Acted on it? No. It's a form of hate and ultimately self-damaging.

6. ENVY (jealousy): Who or what do you envy? Why?
I envy anyone with beautiful flawless skin that holds a tan and never breaks out.

7. PRIDE (vanity) is the love of one's own excellence, and it is considered the worst of the 7 Deadly Sins.

a. When preparing to meet a lover, what are you most vain about?
Having a fresh pedicure, a good hair day, and sexy lingerie on underneath.
b. What sexual skill are you overly proud and boastful about?
Head. I've always received compliments - even back as a beginner. I'm much much better now. Lots of practice this past year and a half. Oh - and for some reason my hip action. I had a boyfriend who was mesmerized whenever we made out. He liked me on his lap. With his hands full of my ass as I ground on him. He would pull away from our kiss just to watch. It spurred me on!
c. What part of your body are you proud of, boastful about?
Collarbone and shoulders, small of the back. They feel sexy no matter what. And my ass was always a trademark in school. I don't know about now. Od loves it, but after a long winter of sitting on it while blogging it could use a few more trips to the Y! Also I was once told I had a pretty mouth. (not by a guy)

Bonus:  What sin do you think is your greatest virtue? For example, what bad thing makes you more appealing?
Absolutely my lust for others keeps my marriage fun. I get worked up and my man reaps the benefits. And my dirty mind makes me a more adventurous lover. I can't wait to see what else this year brings me!

I'll be thinking of you when...

...I'm visiting the land that doesn't believe in 3G service. Seriously. The place I stay doesn't even have internet. I get about 1 bar on my phone if I'm lucky when we go into town for dinner each night, but that's all. *sob*




I will miss reading your blog.
I will miss writing.
I will miss getting your comments.
I will miss porn.
*sigh*

I even tried to get an early morning Tumblr fix, but Tumblr is being a dick right now.

I'm not admitting anything......but when I packed, my LELO may or may not have accidentally fallen into my bag. (along with the charger)  :D

See y'all next week.