It's Friday! Throughout the week, I gather posts that made me feel and share a few of them here. I usually try to keep it to under five, so that you don't get weary. :) Please, enjoy!
I read this post from Rogue's Awakening last week and literally laughed about it for two days and then I couldn't remember where I had read it. I was so happy to finally find it again. So here it is - Ouch.
June and Ward from the50's dish have this post on vulnerability that speaks to a lot of things I am working on now. I love the first (all of them actually) quote: I finally discovered that my greatest fear is not being alone; it's being vulnerable.
Curvaceous Dee has written a beautiful thought about choosing to become more instead of less. Her pictures are honest and somehow sensual as well.
This is completely self serving, but I saw this little item from, well, me the other day. First of all, it is not often that I stay succinct, so that is worth checking out; and second of all, I had completely forgotten about this, the feelings and the thoughts I had. It seemed like a good time to remind everyone of how far we have come and how far we have left to go.
Have a great weekend!
Showing posts with label Just for fun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Just for fun. Show all posts
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Nipple Clamps (Again)
Searching for, um, nipple clamps (no, I am not telling you why) brought up this picture. Really?
Although, to be fair, I find that I look at all kinds of things in a different manner than I used to.
Although, to be fair, I find that I look at all kinds of things in a different manner than I used to.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
How We Met - March Q&A
Riley from over at Vanilla Extract asked me two questions - So, are you participating in question month? If so, I want to know how you two met...
The first one is easy - absolutely, I am participating in question month... I hope you know that you can actually ask me anything at any time, but if you are needing a specific invite, this is it. As I understand it, anything goes.
The second question - well, that's a bit longer. But, I do love the stories that others are sharing, so I will give a stab at how we met.
When I first met H, I did NOT like him. Picture a guy in a long trench coat swishing around work, often with sunglasses on and always with a minion right behind. (That is how I pictured his co-worker, as a minion.) It was my second job out of college, so I wasn't a newbie to the office environment, and when H showed up at my desk to take my laptop because "it was talking to other computers", I thought he was kind of an ass. It's called a network, I laughed with my boyfriend of the time that night, it's supposed to talk to other computers.
Oh yes, I had a boyfriend. H had a wife.
The company we worked for was small enough that you knew most everybody, but large enough that you didn't see them all the time. Also, I was on the road a lot in the first year I was there. I don't remember many more specific instances of seeing H after that first meeting. He says he first noticed me in some green pants that looked nice on the ass. I remember the pants, but not specifically seeing him.
We always tell people we met at the bowling alley. Because that's a great place to meet hot men.
Our company had a bowling team, and I was a single gal who thought having a weekly activity to get me out of work was a good idea. I suck at bowling. H is really good and we can both appreciate a sport that allows you to drink, so we both played league.
The first year, H's wife was always there with him and I guess was a friend of mine as well. My previously mentioned boyfriend was my most serious relationship to date (before H), and when it ended it was pretty not good. I also did not behave the best about it. I talked to H (and wife) about it a lot and then often about my disastrous attempts at dating again. That is when we became friends.
The second year, H's wife did not come to the alley. When I asked after her, she was always out of town. I think there were problems, but he was never one to disrespect another, and he always changed the subject. She essentially just disappeared (not like that!). Other than one crazy phone call, I never saw her again.
Meanwhile, the mean guy at work turned out to have a soft side, bringing around candy to everyone on holidays and helping with personal computer issues, etc. We became better friends.
Then one night, bowling ended early and the normal drinking crowd wasn't there. I was still restless and I ended up with H in the bar for a game of pool and way too much alcohol. There was a sexual tension between us that night that was pretty intense. I think it had been building for a while, but he was married, and I was insane. (Single bad girl behavior insane.) I was pretty drunk when he took me to my car in the parking garage and I kissed him.
Oh my god - the greatest kiss ever. Seriously, even inebriated, it was like drowning in passion. I have no words to describe it, but here, 10 years and 1 month later, I can still recall the memory to my lips. I would have fucked him right then and there.
In fact, I offered to do just that and he said, no. I made some physical advances to try and change his mind, but he wasn't having me when I was drunk. So, we went our separate ways that night.
The next day, H and I had lunch in a cafe and he said that he loved his wife, but that there were some problems in the bedroom due to medical concerns and that she had given him permission to take care of that externally. Would I be interested in an affair?
By then, I had sobered up and remembered that I don't sleep with other women's men and no, I was not interested in that type of relationship. Especially with the caveat that she would know who I was. Definitely not. (Makes me think of poly relationships etc. now, but back then, I had no framework for that type of thing and wanted no part of it.)
It was an awkward lunch and it ended with him watching me walk away. We didn't really talk again for eight months.
This is getting long, so I broke it into two parts. You can find Part II here.
The first one is easy - absolutely, I am participating in question month... I hope you know that you can actually ask me anything at any time, but if you are needing a specific invite, this is it. As I understand it, anything goes.
The second question - well, that's a bit longer. But, I do love the stories that others are sharing, so I will give a stab at how we met.
When I first met H, I did NOT like him. Picture a guy in a long trench coat swishing around work, often with sunglasses on and always with a minion right behind. (That is how I pictured his co-worker, as a minion.) It was my second job out of college, so I wasn't a newbie to the office environment, and when H showed up at my desk to take my laptop because "it was talking to other computers", I thought he was kind of an ass. It's called a network, I laughed with my boyfriend of the time that night, it's supposed to talk to other computers.
Oh yes, I had a boyfriend. H had a wife.
The company we worked for was small enough that you knew most everybody, but large enough that you didn't see them all the time. Also, I was on the road a lot in the first year I was there. I don't remember many more specific instances of seeing H after that first meeting. He says he first noticed me in some green pants that looked nice on the ass. I remember the pants, but not specifically seeing him.
We always tell people we met at the bowling alley. Because that's a great place to meet hot men.
Our company had a bowling team, and I was a single gal who thought having a weekly activity to get me out of work was a good idea. I suck at bowling. H is really good and we can both appreciate a sport that allows you to drink, so we both played league.
The first year, H's wife was always there with him and I guess was a friend of mine as well. My previously mentioned boyfriend was my most serious relationship to date (before H), and when it ended it was pretty not good. I also did not behave the best about it. I talked to H (and wife) about it a lot and then often about my disastrous attempts at dating again. That is when we became friends.
The second year, H's wife did not come to the alley. When I asked after her, she was always out of town. I think there were problems, but he was never one to disrespect another, and he always changed the subject. She essentially just disappeared (not like that!). Other than one crazy phone call, I never saw her again.
Meanwhile, the mean guy at work turned out to have a soft side, bringing around candy to everyone on holidays and helping with personal computer issues, etc. We became better friends.
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| You won't mock bowling now, will you? |
Oh my god - the greatest kiss ever. Seriously, even inebriated, it was like drowning in passion. I have no words to describe it, but here, 10 years and 1 month later, I can still recall the memory to my lips. I would have fucked him right then and there.
In fact, I offered to do just that and he said, no. I made some physical advances to try and change his mind, but he wasn't having me when I was drunk. So, we went our separate ways that night.
The next day, H and I had lunch in a cafe and he said that he loved his wife, but that there were some problems in the bedroom due to medical concerns and that she had given him permission to take care of that externally. Would I be interested in an affair?
By then, I had sobered up and remembered that I don't sleep with other women's men and no, I was not interested in that type of relationship. Especially with the caveat that she would know who I was. Definitely not. (Makes me think of poly relationships etc. now, but back then, I had no framework for that type of thing and wanted no part of it.)
It was an awkward lunch and it ended with him watching me walk away. We didn't really talk again for eight months.
This is getting long, so I broke it into two parts. You can find Part II here.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Follow Friday 03-16-12
It's Friday! I gather posts all week and then share with you the ones that made me think, laugh, get turned on, whatever. This week was a busy week, and it was difficult to pick just a few.
Lil at Submissive Sanctuary has done it again. Taken a difficult subject, one of abuse versus consensual and described it in a way that others can understand. My favorite part of this post is that it is both complete and concise. Despite her repeated assurances, no coffee needed to get there. :)
This erotic poem from 1manview ends just exactly where I stand after a spanking.
I think Jake of Leather Cuffs and Silken Bonds is both funny and informative. This post on bondage positions for blow jobs qualified as one of those posts that "I should definitely tell H about." Or, maybe not. (The second position both intrigues and worries me.)
This post by Shelby Cross on Domspeak made me Laugh Out Loud. "You are about to get fucked."
Finally, I am just going to insert this picture, which I love, but I found it here.
Lil at Submissive Sanctuary has done it again. Taken a difficult subject, one of abuse versus consensual and described it in a way that others can understand. My favorite part of this post is that it is both complete and concise. Despite her repeated assurances, no coffee needed to get there. :)
This erotic poem from 1manview ends just exactly where I stand after a spanking.
I think Jake of Leather Cuffs and Silken Bonds is both funny and informative. This post on bondage positions for blow jobs qualified as one of those posts that "I should definitely tell H about." Or, maybe not. (The second position both intrigues and worries me.)
This post by Shelby Cross on Domspeak made me Laugh Out Loud. "You are about to get fucked."
Finally, I am just going to insert this picture, which I love, but I found it here.
Have a great weekend! Keep sharing your great thoughts and stories - I so love this town.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Follow Friday 03-09-12
It's Friday! When I take a few moments and share some of the blogs that spoke to me this week. There are many more, but I am trying to keep it both fun and simple.
A pretty old post from Spanky at Bright Bottom, but I thought, Oh my goodness, what a great idea - a blowjob bell! Thought I would share.
This is a lovely letter to the HOH who is trying to figure out why his wife suddenly wants to be spanked. It is chock full of good pointers.
Riley wrote this about the Stress of Inconsistency and then I saw people asking about it everywhere for the next two days, so it is worth sharing here.
Finally, Conina wrote a post that describes a sexual experience that hits many of my needs and desires as well - it is pure ecstasy.
Have a great weekend.
A pretty old post from Spanky at Bright Bottom, but I thought, Oh my goodness, what a great idea - a blowjob bell! Thought I would share.
This is a lovely letter to the HOH who is trying to figure out why his wife suddenly wants to be spanked. It is chock full of good pointers.
Riley wrote this about the Stress of Inconsistency and then I saw people asking about it everywhere for the next two days, so it is worth sharing here.
Finally, Conina wrote a post that describes a sexual experience that hits many of my needs and desires as well - it is pure ecstasy.
Have a great weekend.
Monday, March 5, 2012
D*mn Underwear - Another tale in an infrequent series
I originally wrote a post in February about my frustrations with underwear (and the lack there-of). As part of our contract, H has requested that I adorn my private parts so that my pussy is available as often as possible. As a result, I wash a whole lot less underwear.
Well, it goes on. This weekend, while we were out of town, we went golfing and hiking and golfing again, and these activities are much better undertaken in pants, which generally require the wearing of underwear.
From the minute I put them on in the morning until the minute I took them off when we got back to the hotel, they drove me completely crazy - panty lines, crawling up the ass, and oh god, the moisture. Moisture trapped between my legs. Blech.
It has only been a month since I began to wear significantly less underwear, but I am already so much more comfortable without. My thighs no longer chafe and unless I am somewhere really warm, I do not hold onto any sweat. That may be different come summer, but for now, I actually don't notice the lack of underwear at all, while the wearing is a constant irritant.
As a side note, I did not mind the underwear at all during my period. It is just different.
Ah, but here is the part where this story takes a turn to the raunchy... While on vacation, H indulged one of my fantasies, one of my bucket list items - He got me a lap dance at the strip club.
I have always wondered what that was like, and the actual experience is a whole post in itself (more properly posted on my submissive blog), but I will say that once we found the right gal to do it, it was well worth doing.
Now, this was my desire, H has never enjoyed the strip club experience, so He hung back and watched from afar. (He is such a fantastic husband!)
Once all was said and done, H reported that from His viewpoint off to the side, it appeared that all the other dancers/lap girls in the club noticed my lack of underwear. The woman who gave me my dance started with a spreading of my legs and I was wearing a knee length skirt which apparently slid up to my thighs.
I had quite an audience at the club as my clit appeared to be on display. It is probably worth noting that we were at a topless only bar, so I was showing more than they were down there. (Whoops!)
I joked with H that they were probably trying to figure out what that brown curly patch of stuff was (we do NOT prefer completely bare there as of yet) and He laughed. In retrospect though, I know this would never have been an issue if I was a boy on the receiving end of that dance!
Damn underwear (and the lack of it) - causing me all kinds of grief. SMH.
Well, it goes on. This weekend, while we were out of town, we went golfing and hiking and golfing again, and these activities are much better undertaken in pants, which generally require the wearing of underwear.
From the minute I put them on in the morning until the minute I took them off when we got back to the hotel, they drove me completely crazy - panty lines, crawling up the ass, and oh god, the moisture. Moisture trapped between my legs. Blech.
It has only been a month since I began to wear significantly less underwear, but I am already so much more comfortable without. My thighs no longer chafe and unless I am somewhere really warm, I do not hold onto any sweat. That may be different come summer, but for now, I actually don't notice the lack of underwear at all, while the wearing is a constant irritant.
As a side note, I did not mind the underwear at all during my period. It is just different.
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| Not me - and no, girls don't get to touch either! |
I have always wondered what that was like, and the actual experience is a whole post in itself (more properly posted on my submissive blog), but I will say that once we found the right gal to do it, it was well worth doing.
Now, this was my desire, H has never enjoyed the strip club experience, so He hung back and watched from afar. (He is such a fantastic husband!)
Once all was said and done, H reported that from His viewpoint off to the side, it appeared that all the other dancers/lap girls in the club noticed my lack of underwear. The woman who gave me my dance started with a spreading of my legs and I was wearing a knee length skirt which apparently slid up to my thighs.
I had quite an audience at the club as my clit appeared to be on display. It is probably worth noting that we were at a topless only bar, so I was showing more than they were down there. (Whoops!)
I joked with H that they were probably trying to figure out what that brown curly patch of stuff was (we do NOT prefer completely bare there as of yet) and He laughed. In retrospect though, I know this would never have been an issue if I was a boy on the receiving end of that dance!
Damn underwear (and the lack of it) - causing me all kinds of grief. SMH.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Follow Friday 03-02-12
It's Follow Friday! And, all things willing, I am out of town... so enjoy - I will be back with tales to tell next week! (Or, maybe sooner, if H sleeps in like He always does.)
I LOVED this post from the male point of view on why "too much submission" is bad...
This was posted last week by Hermione, who I don't know, but in case you didn't see it, There's an app for that. We joke about all the apps they have, so I couldn't pass on adding this one.
And just for fun: Spanked in the Shower...
This is a very informative (long) article on the why's and the how's of Domestic Discipline. I had time, so I read it all, but if you do not, I especially liked Part 2 and the very end that had a few reminders on how to spank safely (if it has been a while, she will be much more sensitive than if it hasn't, etc.)
I linked over from a post at Bright Bottom.
Have a great weekend.
I LOVED this post from the male point of view on why "too much submission" is bad...
This was posted last week by Hermione, who I don't know, but in case you didn't see it, There's an app for that. We joke about all the apps they have, so I couldn't pass on adding this one.
And just for fun: Spanked in the Shower...
This is a very informative (long) article on the why's and the how's of Domestic Discipline. I had time, so I read it all, but if you do not, I especially liked Part 2 and the very end that had a few reminders on how to spank safely (if it has been a while, she will be much more sensitive than if it hasn't, etc.)
I linked over from a post at Bright Bottom.
Have a great weekend.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Follow Friday 02-24-12
It is Follow Friday on Twitter (or used to be) and I thought that I would follow
the tradition with the articles that I read this week that spoke to me.
A tale of maintenance spanking accomplished all in one day - 100 smacks every thirty minutes. Good Hell -why does the idea of it both horrify and excite?
The concept of Dom drop, which I never heard of, but which I often wonder about with Sir, as described here. Either way, this fellow's perspective on it should be heard.
Oh, and I have been totally into the DD stories lately, so here are some little ones that I found:
A snippet of an erotic story that definitely tittilated me - Silent Discipline. I had to immediately purchase the book on Amazon and send it to my Kindle for later perusal.
And finally, a super adorable story from Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts (you all know her, right?) about her first spanking. I loved the story, although, I don't think that I have desired spanking since I was a child - is it okay to come to this late, or is it something you are born with? Come to think of it, I have the same questions about lesbianism all the time too. Hmmm.
Hope you enjoy one or more of these.
A tale of maintenance spanking accomplished all in one day - 100 smacks every thirty minutes. Good Hell -why does the idea of it both horrify and excite?
The concept of Dom drop, which I never heard of, but which I often wonder about with Sir, as described here. Either way, this fellow's perspective on it should be heard.
Oh, and I have been totally into the DD stories lately, so here are some little ones that I found:
A snippet of an erotic story that definitely tittilated me - Silent Discipline. I had to immediately purchase the book on Amazon and send it to my Kindle for later perusal.
And finally, a super adorable story from Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts (you all know her, right?) about her first spanking. I loved the story, although, I don't think that I have desired spanking since I was a child - is it okay to come to this late, or is it something you are born with? Come to think of it, I have the same questions about lesbianism all the time too. Hmmm.
Hope you enjoy one or more of these.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Follow Friday 02-17-12
It is Follow Friday on Twitter (or used to be) and I thought that I would follow the tradition with the articles that I read this week that spoke to me:
This one from A Daddy and His Girl was very instructive on how to train a sub to come or not come on command. Expecting it to just happen because You said so apparently does not always work. (Gasp.)
There is another Kitty (big surprise), who has a fantastic blog to follow and this one was just HOT HOT HOT. And since I am talking about her, this article about Australian kisses has great pictures and is totally cute.
For a more somber tone, and a bit of education, I read a nice post from Christian DD dot com on the Husband's Role in DD. Ironically, it helped me get to a place where I am more comfortable in a "Spanko" sexual environment than a strictly DD dynamic. If you have no desire to plow through it all, the last sentence in the next to last paragraph pretty much sums it up for me:
...a regularly spanked woman who knows she can come to her man for a maintenance or erotic spanking is less likely to act out to get one through discipline that she may end up regretting.
And finally, Master located a pretty fantastic skirt here that ironically only came in sizes too big for me, when He was shopping. Just now, though, I noticed they have added additional sizes. Woo hoo!
I know I read many more great things, but since I only thought to add this Friday feature recently, I did not track them all - but I will do so in the future.
This one from A Daddy and His Girl was very instructive on how to train a sub to come or not come on command. Expecting it to just happen because You said so apparently does not always work. (Gasp.)
There is another Kitty (big surprise), who has a fantastic blog to follow and this one was just HOT HOT HOT. And since I am talking about her, this article about Australian kisses has great pictures and is totally cute.
For a more somber tone, and a bit of education, I read a nice post from Christian DD dot com on the Husband's Role in DD. Ironically, it helped me get to a place where I am more comfortable in a "Spanko" sexual environment than a strictly DD dynamic. If you have no desire to plow through it all, the last sentence in the next to last paragraph pretty much sums it up for me:
...a regularly spanked woman who knows she can come to her man for a maintenance or erotic spanking is less likely to act out to get one through discipline that she may end up regretting.
And finally, Master located a pretty fantastic skirt here that ironically only came in sizes too big for me, when He was shopping. Just now, though, I noticed they have added additional sizes. Woo hoo!
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| Spanko Skirt |
I know I read many more great things, but since I only thought to add this Friday feature recently, I did not track them all - but I will do so in the future.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
The 50's? Yes, Sir.
Okay, first of all - I never believed that there was really a perfect time in America. But everything the 50's certainly seems to be shown to us in a very positive light. And I have to tell you, I got the 50's on my mind.
Kid's playing outside, men in hats, cigarettes and cocktails were sexy, and of course - the women.
The curvy bodies, the just below knee length skirts, the serviceable heels... the smiles - what a great time to look like a woman! My newest skirts have that swishy feel to them that make my curves feel sexy and (gasp) make boots feel so overdone. I NEED some pumps.
Seriously, is that the kind of thing we should be saying out loud? I know this is a sex blog, but it might be too much. Way too shocking. I want to go out, right now, today and find a cute pump.
Oh, and every time I put on hose (which I have done several times over the last few weeks, but for the first time in the last 10 years), I picture old movies that I used to watch with my mom. You know, the ones with the sassy heroine that pulls her stockings up over her legs ever so slowly? Often that is all you would see - behind a screen or on a bed or whatever. Yummy.
So, here's to the 50's girls - I am loving you! Or at least my image of you that may or may not be realistic.
PS - There is a really fabulous collection of short stories, The Stories of John Cheever, that I read last year that started me in this frame of mind and then who knew, but our sojourn into this M/s relationship has firmly planted my body there. A 50's bod with a millennium lifestyle. How fun is that?
Kid's playing outside, men in hats, cigarettes and cocktails were sexy, and of course - the women.
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| Not me |
Seriously, is that the kind of thing we should be saying out loud? I know this is a sex blog, but it might be too much. Way too shocking. I want to go out, right now, today and find a cute pump.
Oh, and every time I put on hose (which I have done several times over the last few weeks, but for the first time in the last 10 years), I picture old movies that I used to watch with my mom. You know, the ones with the sassy heroine that pulls her stockings up over her legs ever so slowly? Often that is all you would see - behind a screen or on a bed or whatever. Yummy.
So, here's to the 50's girls - I am loving you! Or at least my image of you that may or may not be realistic.
PS - There is a really fabulous collection of short stories, The Stories of John Cheever, that I read last year that started me in this frame of mind and then who knew, but our sojourn into this M/s relationship has firmly planted my body there. A 50's bod with a millennium lifestyle. How fun is that?
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