Strange Men

Apparently I have no qualms about strange men touching me in my bedroom.

I went to bed very late last night. Around 4 a.m. I try hard to maintain "normal" hours, but I slide into my old habits on the weekends. The internet is my usual distraction if I'm not creating. So.........I've discovered tumblrs awhile back. 1 or 2 or 3 maybe. But recently I've found some that just hit all my triggers. And I'm fucking hooked. So last night I went to bed horny as hell, but because I'm nice I didn't wake up my husband. He only had 1 and a half more hours to sleep before his alarm went off.

I don't remember dreaming, and I vaguely remember our morning session (it's nice to have a dedicated partner) but I do remember him checking on me mid-morning. He entered the bedroom, slid his hand under the warm covers and began to rub my ass. According to him (recounting the event later to me) I responded with hums of appreciation and a big grin on my face while not bothering to open my eyes and when he said to me "you didn't even open your eyes to make sure it wasn't a strange man fondling you"  I smiled again and gave a  "eh" sound with a sleepy shrug and pushed my ass into his hands to urge him to continue rubbing the tush.

"You don't really care, do you?" he chuckled.

"Un uh" was my too-warm-and-happy-to-care reply.

His comment activated a stream of my favorite images from the night before to roll through my head, and for a few brief seconds each one had their turn being the man with his hands under the covers. I fell back to sleep easily and hours later questioned Od about his "strange man comment".

As he told me, a very knowing and pleased smirk crossed his lips.
He knows I'm a dirty girl underneath it all.

And he loves it.

Bear with me...

...but I'm having a proud mom moment. This is where Twitter would come in handy if I were to venture there, but I haven't so you get to listen to me babble.

Anyway - my son participated in a regional BPA competition in the IT category and placed 2nd and made it to state (which is where he is now) and he just texted me to say he gets to go to DC to compete at the national level.

To say I'm proud is an understatement. As a parent to not one, but TWO teenagers, I live for moments like this - where I get to smile instead of bite my tongue and practice my breathing. And to top it off, I'm pretty sure I can talk Od into making it a family trip. It's been waaaaay too long since we've had one.

So that's all for me. I'm sure we'll be celebrating tonight. Have a good weekend everyone!!!  :)

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?



Please and Thank You

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The first time

Do you remember your first time?

Lola over at Sex Babble  has been running a fun series called Monday Memories, and today is the Big First. Losing your V card. Being deflowered. Popping your cherry. All of these euphemisms are pretty stupid for something that should be (or is expected to be) a monumental event. Was yours monumental? Mine wasn't. Memorable, yes. I even remember the exact date. And what I wore. Well, what I was wearing before it all came off!

I was 15 and my boyfriend (who shared so many of my firsts) was 2 days away from turning 16. I'm sure we'd been toying with the idea for a few months. More like he'd been trying to convince me. He kept saying "just think about it" and I did. Eventually I gave in because I had no real reason for saying no. I was never pressured as a girl to save myself for marriage and I clearly remember having that debate with myself. Did I want to wait until marriage? Would I feel like a sinner if I had premarital sex? Would I regret my actions? No, no, and no. I never did ask myself another important question : was I ready? Thinking back, no I wasn't ready. I wasn't dying to lose my virginity. Barely more than curious. But doing it with my boyfriend who'd been a part of my life, first as a friend, then as much more was compelling. We had comfort and familiarity and I knew he wasn't taking advantage of me and that he really, really wanted to be with me. It was a safe option. Not so romantic like you'd want your first time to be, but it was sweet.

The day was planned ahead of time because we had the day off from school (Christmas break I think) and his mom was at work. His older brother was away at college. House to ourselves. Perfect. I'd been a little obsessed over the particulars for the whole week. I didn't want to bleed on the sheets because his mom would see the stains on them when she did laundry. My genius solution was to have sex in the bathroom. (easy cleanup afterwards) It was a big room and was carpeted, so not as bad as it sounds. I used the excuse of his waterbed being too sloshy and uncomfortable and he bought it. What was he gonna say? No? He would've agreed to anything by then. :)

We started out in his room making out and stripping our clothes from each other and doing a little dry, then wet humping. It was thrilling that his boy parts were touching my girl parts for the first time! Not smart to do, I know, I know........but still. You know that feels good. He must've been watching some decent porn or hearing stories from his brother because nobody else has ever done that to me since without me asking.

We went into the bathroom and laid a towel down and brought the condoms with us. The light was right overhead shining in my face and I asked him to turn it off. That actually made it very nice. It was pitch black in there and the sensory deprivation made me aware of his touch and our sounds so much more. I don't recall that we said much but he kissed me a lot and spent a long time on my neck and breasts before he leaned back to roll the condom on. He  used his hand to guide his cock to me and nudged up a little bit and waited. He leaned down slowly to me and when he finally reached my face for another kiss he was all the way in. It was a very odd sensation. I didn't bleed (which I found out afterwards, so my worries were pointless) and it didn't really hurt. He was holding still asking me if I was okay, and when I let out the breath I was holding I really felt everything. Without the pain to focus on I was taking stock of the unique and bizarre sensation of being stretched and filled. My face was hot and flushed and my blood pressure must have sky rocketed because after that all I heard mostly was my pulse in my ears.

I felt fine and he started to move inside me and after a few thrusts I tested out my own hip action and gave him some returning motion. It was.........not bad. It was intense having that movement inside my body, but otherwise I enjoyed it. The act itself lasted a few minutes maybe and I wish I could remember what his reaction was. Nothing is coming to mind. I don't think he made much noise. Most teenagers probably don't, needing to be discreet when fooling around!

After we laid there and got our breath back, we turned the lights on and cleaned up, went back to his bed and curled up with each other all day until it was time for his mom to be home. Of course we threw our clothes back on, raced downstairs and turned a movie on and acted innocent. When she dropped me off at my house I ran to my room and stayed there for the rest of the day trying to wrap my head around what we'd done. I felt different, but not. I was excited to share my news with my friends, but also wanted to protect the shared secret of intimacy. I waited about a week before I caved and told them. It wasn't a big deal. Nobody was shocked, it wasn't scandalous and thank god I never got the stigma of being a high school slut. We were together on and off (mostly on) for another year before we finally broke up for the last time. We grew up a lot in that year and had some amazing fun together. There's some good stories to tell. ;)

I'll never forget my first and I can say that I'm absolutely glad it was with him.

Has anyone seen my muse?

I've had a loss of mojo lately. Uh...writing mojo that is. All my other mojo is just fine and dandy - even considering the feverish, stuffy nosed, scratchy throat cold that I have going on. (stupid boys and their cooties. serves me right for kissing him)

I have lots that I want to write about, but the urge to actually sit and write evades me. I've been a bad blogger in general. I need to catch up on reading posts, leaving comments, and replying to comments. I'm still here.......just being lazy.

 I think I have seasonal ADD. I'm still trapped inside (mostly) due to the weather, but there's enough signs outside that keep drawing my attention, making me long for Spring. I heard chirping birds on Friday. Sunshine has been making regular appearances. The daylight is lasting a little longer each day. I can tell. I've been stalking it. Other signs are unavoidable. My dog is a German Shepherd mix and his undercoat is shedding which means he looks like he has the mange. My son likes to pull the clumps out and leave them floating around the house. Fun, right? I'm not sure who I want to kick outside sooner, the boy or the dog!  :)

Od's piercing is healing very nicely and has been put through all the necessary tests. ;) Works just fine and we have no regrets. We've been talking recently about where our adventures are heading and there's some interesting changes on the horizon.......so stay tuned about that.

We've also been laughing a lot lately. Something that I love about us is our ability for humor. It's how we flirt, how we entertain ourselves, how we can judge the status of "us". Just this morning Od did some artful arrangement on his breakfast plate with two blueberry muffins and a strip of turkey bacon. He just left it there, waiting for me to notice. (inside we're both giggling 12 year olds, so it works) I picked up his muffins and rearranged them so less bacon was protruding and said "let's just make it a little more realistic". I love it when he makes me laugh, but I also love to get the last word!  :)

Seems like I had a lot to say for someone without a muse, huh? Anyway, the reason I'm posting is for some fun meme stealing. So here goes :

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? same thing as everyday when I look at my wild bedhead :  "oh my god"

2. How much cash do you have on you? $120 plus change. unusually large amount for me.

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? sore

4. Favorite planet? uh...the one I'm on I suppose.

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? Julie

6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? timba

7. What shirt are you wearing? grey tank. (same one as yesterday. don't judge. I'm sick.)

8. Do you label yourself? yeah, but I use removeable adhesive.

9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing? the barefoot kind

10. Bright or Dark Room? bright. (?) I can always shut my eyes if I need dark. :)

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? I don't know them.

12. What does your watch look like? silver/turquoise bracelet watch, but I never wear it.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night? watching Underworld : Rise of the Lycans

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? it was a pic of daughter sent to me by Od that he took at grocery store. she had that spaced out "OMG this is so boring" look that all girls her age seem to wear these days. Just to mess with her I think I'll use it as her new contact photo on my phone.............

15. Where is your nearest 7-11? I have no idea. Next town over maybe? We have a lot of Speedways around here instead.

16. What's a word that you say a lot? My favorite curse is the F-bomb, and it's been pointed out that I sigh a lot. I even use that in my writing quite often. Did I use it in this post yet? Checking...............No! I can't believe it. I'm past due. It's like a little pressure valve. If I didn't sigh I think I'd explode like a pressure cooker.


Oh. I guess that's it. I was all ready for the next question and then - nothing. huh. Okay. I guess we're done for today. I have laundry to do (go figure!) and I'm getting my hair cut. TTFN!

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!