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!  ;)

TMI Tuesday 5/17/11

Thank you to Kirsti from the Drenched and Delicious blog for the ‘getting to know you’ questions.

Getting to Know You…

1. What is your online profile name and what does it mean? I go by the name of Freya. I named myself after the Nordic goddess of love and war. You can read why in this post.

2. How did you decide on the title of your blog? Because I needed a change. Something different. Something better. And then I remembered the quote I use as my header. It's so very fitting to my new way of approaching life and love.

3. How much of your online personality transcends into your real life? What’s the biggest difference between the two? All of it transcends. This is me and my attempt at honest anonymity. I don't find it hard to be the real me in my daily life. I only find it difficult to discover others who are like-minded. I've often questioned if I should narrow the "flavor" of my blog - but ultimately it's about me. All of me, not just one aspect. I find in real life that my sexuality is playing a progressively bigger part in who I am. Not sure where it's going.

4. What have you stumbled across through reading blogs that really made you want to try it out? Have you done it yet? Was it a good, bad or so so experience? Jesus. What haven't I come across that makes me want to try it? Things that I have done due to reading about through blogs : husband's genital piercing (good. verrrry good!), Adult Nursing Relationship (probably the best of my newest experiences), male chastity/orgasm denial (so far it's been so so. I love the results but am having a hard time adjusting to the unwanted side effects.), spanking (giving has been good and has garnered unexpected results. receiving was lackluster to say the least). Thing I haven't been able to try but have piqued my curiosity : BDSM (I could seriously get into power exchange play. Either way. I'm about 75-80% dominant and would love to have a willing submissive) but there are certain times when the remaining percentage just needs to be........manhandled and used. And spanked - properly) threesomes (I don't have this on my bucket list per se, but it's awfully fun to imagine) And strap-on sex (received it twice. a little more effort required than a real cock. given? no. not yet. need to pick out a dildo for him. okay, I have it picked out, just need to order it. I'm surprised by how many men enjoy this. I'm starting to have performance anxiety - seriously! I don't know how men handle the pressure.) 

And now, in honor of May is Masturbation Month…

5. After you masturbate, do you taste your cum? Do you like the taste of you? I do occasionally out of curiosity. Due to hormonal changes, it can be different day-to-day. But usually I'm sort of tangy-sweet. Citrusy almost. I could take it or leave it, but on some one's lips as they kiss me after going down on me? Powerfully erotic and arousing.

6. Do you like to masturbate in front of someone else? Does that heighten your arousal or are you indifferent? I don't like it, but I don't mind it. It adds a bit of pressure that makes it more difficult to focus. (unless there's verbal encouragement) I do love to watch, though. That heightens my arousal and never gets old!

7. Have you ever been caught masturbating? By whom? I've never been caught, and never caught anyone. I have been interrupted by a knock on the locked door though. I'm sure we all think we're sneakier than we actually are.  ;)

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 postponed

Since Blogger went tits up yesterday I was all frustrated and forgot about getting my Friday Facts ready! And since I've got a hot date tonight, sorry folks, but it's gonna be another day. So tune in tomorrow and I'll throw in a bonus. I'll let you know how Od and I occupied our spare time while on our trip. ;)

Have a good weekend!

TMI Tuesday 5/10/11

TMI Tuesday

This weeks TMI is based on the 7 Contrary Virtues, each one stands in direct opposition to one of the 7 deadly sins, which were addressed in last week’s TMI Tuesday.

1. CHASTITY - Not just moral wholesomeness but treating sexuality with due reverence and respect. It’s too late for you horny people to be virgins, and I know you can’t practice chastity. So…if you had to cut back on one sex act, for 90 days, what would that be? BTW…How old were you when you lost your virginity?

First of all, ahem, who says I can't practice chastity? As a matter of fact I do.  ;)  But, knowing myself the way that I do, I know that nothing makes me want something more than being denied of it. I'm a brat in that way. Can't help it. And I love variety in all things, so I wouldn't want to cut out any options. I want it all. I'm a brat that way, too. However - in the spirit of playing along I would give up the 69 position. Not the individual acts involved - just the synchronized act.  It's not something we do a lot, anyway.

I lost my virginity when I was 15. And a half. :)

 
2. TEMPERANCE - Learn how to control sexual desires rather than fulfilling them. I know many of you are wanking double time in honor of May Masturbation Month, what’s the longest you’ve gone without masturbating? Was it self-induced or did someone command you not to masturbate? Did you find it frustrating or liberating?
Since I've started masturbating (around age 11 I think) the longest I've gone was probably 3 months or so. It was early in my second pregnancy. I was being overly cautious and avoiding all sexual activity due to a previous scare. It was neither frustrating or liberating - just necessary for my well-being.

3. CHARITY - A willingness to give, freely and without request for commendation. Have you ever had sex relations with someone just because you felt badly to turn them down or you felt sorry for them?
I've certainly done some things based on "eh, why the hell not?" I even had a brief relationship based on that attitude. But never because of pity.
  
4. DILIGENCE - A zealous attitude and careful nature toward living and sharing. Are you a diligent lover? Do you offer more than 10 minutes in the missionary (i.e., lazy lover)? What do you do that makes you a diligent lover?
I would LOVE to offer more than 10 minutes. I would love to receive it too, but can we be honest here? After sufficient foreplay with everyone involved already aroused - 10 minutes seems like a long time to me. Then again I suppose that depends on your style. I just happen to like it hard, rough, and fast. And BTW, there's nothing wrong with missionary.

I would do anything it required to please my partner, but I'm rarely tested. He's very easy to please.

 
5. PATIENCE - Seeking appropriate resolution to conflicts, and on the ability to forgive and show mercy. Your lover never seems to be in the mood for any kind of sexual activity. How patient are you? Do you:
a. Gingerly and sweetly try to talk to them about it and coax them into being in the mood.
b. Force yourself on them by making them feeling guilty about “denying” you so you get pity sex.
c. Do you go off and masturbate to satisfy your urges?
d. Hang your head low and hope tomorrow will be the day he/she is in the mood for nookie.
I can count on 2 fingers the number of times I've been turned down. Once was a very long time ago and I was in the mood, and began initiating. Clothes hadn't even come off yet, but we were making out pretty heavily. It was just getting good. Then he made some excuse, aplogized and wandered off. I was left stunned, alone on the bed wondering what had just happened. Gotta say - it stung. The other time was more recently (in the past year) and his stomach was bothering him. Perfectly understandable. No big deal. I can't say that I've dealt with him "never seeming to be in the mood". If I'm up for it, he's up for it. I would never do B. I don't want to be a part of anything pity related. I already do C as it is. D is not my style at all. I suppose A is my best bet. I can be pretty convincing! ;)

6. KINDNESS - Manifests as the unprejudiced, compassionate and charitable concern for others.
You are an enlightened sexual being full of sex positivity, confidence, and you love sex! Your motto is to “practice random acts of sexual kindness.” I’m curious what would your most prolific act of sexual kindness be? Why?
I can't say that I would give away just one thing. I'd like to tailor my offerings to the receiver. I know there's a lot of deserving men who are lacking what they desire most. I'd love to be able to fulfill their needs if I was in a position to do so. So you tell me. What's it gonna be?
 
7. HUMILITY - modest behavior, selflessness and the giving of respect. When are you prone to modesty? In what ways do you look out for the interest of others doing things not from selfishness?

I'm prone to physical modesty. Not prudish - just modest. Of all the lessons in childhood that I learned, a sense of social propriety was the one that stuck the most. I have a hard time letting that one go. I'd say that offering advice is a way that I look out for others. If I have relevant or helpful information then I like to share, because it's always welcome when I need it, too. I love the "pay it forward" concept.

Bonus: Your lover has made you mad but he/she is clueless and is making sexual advances. You:
a. Stay miffed or irritated at your lover and refuse to have sex
b. Rebuke your lover’s advances and tell him/her “not now because I am upset with you”
c. Set the anger aside and have great make up sex
d. Have selfish sex and do only what you want and take what you need with no regard for reciprocal satisfaction

A or B.  If I'm mad, the impossibility of sex is made well known. C is out. I can't recall ever having make up sex. There's "okay we're not mad anymore, back to the previous program" sex. Now that I say that it sounds kind of.......pitiful. LOL And D would never happen. Anger is a passion that overrides lust. Not to mention that D nullifies the GGG relationship that we've built.

And in other news.......we finally discovered why our new furry family member was so stinky. It was her mouth. She was teething and that causes some type of temporary gum infection. It's now gone, thank goodness. She's a lively addition to the house. She's learning her no-nos and plays fetch better than our dog. She brings her catnip mouse over and drops it in my lap and the game begins. She'll play for an hour. It's so entertaining to have a cat around again.

And, after enjoying ourselves immensely in DC we were more than proud to see our son on stage as a finalist in his BPA category. He didn't place in ther top three, but 5th place out of 48 on a national level is something to be very proud of. He did very well. I'm so happy we were there to help him celebrate his accomplishment. What was really fun to witness was how well he took charge of the group when we toured DC Friday night. His comfort level with finding his way around a new place with new situations was rewarding. Just another sign that he's getting closer to letting go.

I