Sunday, February 24, 2013

"Moms Go Topless . . . "

I woke up again in the middle of the night. I'm doing that way too much again.  It may be sleep deprivation, but I found this fascinating.  If I was a mom, I think I could as much for my kids (again, might be sleep deprivation talking).  Of course, I'm not sure what 'little Rachel' and 'little Jimmy' would think of it.
 

Moms go topless to save kids' school bus

Feb. 22, 2013 at 6:30 PM ET
 
When it comes to raising money to help overcome educational budget cuts, there are the old, reliable methods, like the silent auction or a fancy gala, and then there’s the racy route.  In Montserrat, Spain, 10 mothers are showing some serious skin in a sexy calendar being sold to raise money in the face of Spain's austerity measures. The proceeds are being used to restore a reduction in bus service for 600 elementary school students.  Some of the women are topless, some almost bottomless in the calendar that so far, has raised enough money to cover the $4,100 monthly tab for the bus, the driver and a monitor through the end of the school year in June, according to an Associated Press report.  The moms hope to sell all 3,000 of the calendars by the end of the month, and then start anew for next year.  What would you do (or take off) to raise money for your child’s school?
 
 
Video: A group of mothers in Montserrat Spain bare (nearly) all for a sexy calendar to raise funds for a school bus, driver and bus monitor after austerity measures forced their children's school to reduce bus service.
 
 
 

Saturday, February 23, 2013

FFF

"You really think it's as bad as all of that," the voice on the other end of the phone responded.
 
"I'm telling you, he's broken.  Years of trying to survive in a job he loved w a boss he hated, I'm telling you it took its toll.  He's beaten down . . . busted . . . spiritless.  I feel so bad and I don't know how to help".
 
"He needs to bend you over."
 
"My pussy is not magic".
 
"No sweetie, HE NEEDS TO BEND YOU over.  Stoke that fire in him until he just can't stand it, then he grabs you and bends you over ta-da . . . he's got his spirit back".
 
That had been their conversation several days ago.  Since then, she had been brutal.  Strutting around half dressed ever morning, cooking dinner in just her panties and bra,  making sure she bent over at the waist to pick things up, and repeatedly dropping something so that she had to bend over to pick it up".
 
She made sure her laptop was always opened on some sexy Tumblr page like http://advizortoall.tumblr.com/ (her all time favorite) http://temptingbliss.tumblr.com/.  A man could only take so much, she thought.
 
She turned around in the kitchen and he was there.  There was a hungry look in his eye.  "Need something", she asked.
 
He responded by tearing her blouse off.  A moment later, he was bending her over in the kitchen.
 
Spent, he laid on the floor.  She laid atop him.  She smiled back.  He was basking.  She could feel the need returning to his re-hardening dick.  Time for round two.

Her man - restored.


Monday, February 18, 2013

Thinking About Tree

It's been said by more than one boyfriend, girlfriend, casual friend, and even people I bump into on the street that I think way too damned much.  The blog has been helpful - and the friends I have met through it - because I really didn't have anyone to listen to all my thinking.  And especially not anyone to listen to the things running through my head of a more adult nature.  Despite that, I started wondering if it would have been better to not have posted my thinking about Tree's possible virgin status. 
 
No one has really commented anything to cause me to wonder.  It's more me causing me to wonder.  I have probably over-analyzed the comments posted here and in email.  We won't get into all the reasons why I over-analyze and think things to death; Therapist has already well pointed all those reasons out to me.  Debating things in my head allows me to avoid moving forward.  I am not bothered by Tree's age which is younger than me.  I am not bothered by the things that go w his being just barely into his twenties; living at home and having a limited checking account because he works a part-time job.  Why then is my mind racing w debilitating questions on his possible virgin status and probably most of those questions have no real meaning.
 
So, what do I think are the real questions:
 
  • Do I like Tree?
  • If Tree is a virgin, does it really make a difference?
  • Would I have slept w him the other night had I not been bleeding so heavily?
 
The answer to the second question is "I don't know".  The answer to the first and third questions though are a loud "yes".  So then, should Tree's being a virgin (if he is) really make a difference in whether I would sleep w him or not?  I'm thinking not really, it doesn't.  Had I not been so red on Valentine's Day, we would most likely have done it in his truck that night and this conversation would now be moot.  Aside from not being pregnant, this might be the only other thing I've ever been grateful for because of my period.  His truck was certainly not lacking for the passion and romance, but I would still like something w a bit more of an ambiance to it.  If we make love then, I don't want it to be rushed, it should be special.
 
And maybe, at the risk of over-thinking this, I need Tree's first time to be special for me.  
 
I feel pretty confident that he's going to make another move now.  Last week, I would not have said that, but on Valentine's Day he tried to initiate things.  I was pretty clear that I wanted too and would have if I was not bleeding so badly. I suspect Tree will be all male in remembering that I wanted him also - he probably circled the day my period ended on his calender (it was Saturday for anyone who's wondering).    Since Tree is very likely to pursue things, then maybe we should talk.
 
I've not got a clue how to go about that talk.
 


Sunday, February 17, 2013

Friday, February 15, 2013

Valentine's Day Plus Tree Makes A Move

Valentine's Day in Three Acts

 

Act I:  Harley

 
Act I begins like a bad movie - slow.  Nothing happens.  In this case, Harley was missing in action.  I was not surprised to not hear from him.  We had a great night not long ago (I posted about it).  Breaking a promise I had made to myself, I was starting let my guard down w him again.  About a week later, he disappeared mid-text.  I know he is a deputy, so I certainly don't make an issue of it . . . when things happen at his job, they really happen.  Nothing for two days, then a late night text "hey howdy".  I respond asking how he's doing.  I get a "fine" and that was the last I heard from him.  Nothing more since.  I damn near had to break my fingers off, but I resisted texting him "Happy Valentine's Day". And, I'm more proud of me for not checking my phone every five seconds to see if he had texted or called.  Act I was maybe dull by the action standards, but intense for all my internal struggles.
 

Act II

 
Act II has a little more subplot and action.  But like most cheap Hollywood films, it's strong on gratuitous sex.  The Boyfriend has made us dinner.  Yes, I still see him.  No, I don't talk about him all that much.  There's never really much to say.  We may have dinner together.  We may watch a movie together.  On the rare occasion, if I initiate it, we fuck.  And once in a while, I may even sleep over.  Oddly enough, we may not have sex on a night when I'm sleeping over. 
 
The subplots included our never discussed living in seperate homes now and me being on my period.  I'm not adversed to a little bit of 'red sex'.  Actually, given the color theme for the day, that might have been appropriate.  But it would not have been a "little".  I was bleeding a lot.  Getting laid would have involved a shower before and another shower afterwards.  I was actually kind of pissed.  I wanted to get fucked.
 
Instead, we had a quiet dinner in the living room watching tv.  He fixed dinner, so I got up to take the dishes back into the kitchen.  I got us sodas and headed back.  The Boyfriend had moved from his chair to the middle of the sofa.  Outwardly, I smiled like a good girlfriend.  Inwardly, I screamed "DAMN".  Moving to the sofa is The Boyfriend's primary way to make a move. 
 
I put the sodas down on the table next to the sofa.  Then, I try to give my best seductive walk towards him and straddle him on the sofa.  We kiss for a while.  This was really not helping me any.  I wanted too so badly.  But I could just feel myself oozing and if you really don't know how that feels, then I can't explain it to you.  Long story short, as much as I wanted too, I was not up for it.  I looked down into his face and told him how much I wanted him right then.  What guy does not like to hear that?  I apoligized and told him how bad things were flowing for me.  I know the Boyfriend and know that 'red sex' is not actually his idea of great fun too.  He's done it, but that's more because I usually initiate and I don't generally announce when I'm on my period, "oh, by the way, I'm on my period, now pull your pants off".  Instead, I talk him up for a bit telling him how I appreciate his always supporting me, his making dinner, his being always nice and kind, and how incredible he is.  Then, I slide back until I am kneeling on the ground between his knees.  I begin undoing his belt, all the while still trying to talk him up.  I wanted his pants all the way off.  I made sure he was comfortable.  I handed him his soda and told him to enjoy.  Then I slipped him into my mouth and gave him the best blowjob I knew how.  I'm not sure it's lady-like to be proud of your cock sucking skills, but I am . . . at least, I'm getting to be.  I think I've gotten a lot better at it and enjoy doing it more now too. 
 

Act III

 
Act III was Tree.  He was working the closing shift.  He seemed disappointed saying he really wanted to see me, so I had offered to come see him after he got off work.  I had wanted to see him too.  He's a bit young for me, but he makes me laugh.  I'm sitting on the tailgate to his truck when he comes walking out of the store.  I spread my legs and he walks right in to give me a big kiss and hug.  I love this position.  He was planning to take us to Steak-n-Shake, but I surprised him w a cheeseburger and shake instead. 
 
 When he was done, he pulled me into stardard truck sitting position - me straddled across him and kissing.  Yes, as I'm writing this, I see the similarity w the Boyfriend.  The crucial difference is that Tree actually did pull me onto him.  He began his usual fascination w my boobs and I had dressed to accomodate.  Act III in the movies always tries to twist things up.  Tree made a move!
 
It was not subtle.  In hindsight, I probably missed the beginning of the move, so maybe it was subtle.  He had started running his hands along my legs and ass more than I remember his normally doing.  Normally, when he has the ladies out, they get all his attention.  So, I guess maybe he was checking to see how far I would let his hands go.  Any other night and I would have let them go anywhere they wanted.
 
He began to unbutton my pants.  I nearly choked in shock.  He looked so devastated when I stopped him.  I think he was starting to apoligize, but I stopped him by saying I would love to "but".  And then I explained the situation.  I added that I still would - that I really wanted too - but that his truck and our clothes would look like a mass murder had taken place. 
 
I slid off him and began to un-do his belt.  "I thought you said you couldn't . . . ", he muttered.
 
"Sweetie," I smiled at him, "I'm not going to fuck you".  I figured he could work out what I was going to do.
 
In the past, I've always felt weird being w two men on the same day.  I tried hard not to have it happen.  Last night, and maybe it will sound bad to y'all, I was completely okay w it.  My boys were happy.  I was happy.  What else mattered.

 

Epilogue

 
All movies have that final closing act.  Why should my night have been any different.  Harley texted as I was getting undressed.  "Happy Valentine's Day".  I didn't respond.
 
I slipped in to the shower.  And I took care of me by thinking about Boyfriend and Tree.
 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

My First TMI

1. To spice things up in the bedroom, how adventurous are you willing to be? (select one)

a. I have never role-played before and will need a lot of instruction.
b. I have tested the waters, but never acted out anything scripted.
c. I have got my feet wet and want more!
d. Dive in head first – nothing is too deep.

2. What scenario peaks your interest most? Why?

a. Romantic and sensual
b. Playful and fun
c. Kinky! I want it all.  (Umm, kinky is playful and fun)

3. Which of these is closest to your ideal setting for a fantasy?

a. A brothel
b. A dungeon  (but maybe taken to a bedroom as reward for good behavior?  Oh, and better yet, taken to the brothel also.) 
c. A bedroom
d. A prison cell

4. Which of the following toys would be prominently featured in your fantasy? (select one)

a. Feathers and whipped cream
b. Handcuffs, panty hose, and a necktie
c. Whips and chains
d. Ice cubes and a cold beer

5. It is time to take your sexy self to fantasy island, which fantasy will you bring to life to rock your lover’s world?

a. The Sassy Sexy Jersey Whore
Gaudy, Flashy, Showy…totally Jersey!
b. Kinky Cook  (I think the idea of me cooking is too much fantasy in itself).
It’s all about the spice! Heating things up in the kitchen.
c. Naughty Maid  (I love the look of the French Maid)
Your feather duster will tickle more than just the dust on the shelves.

d. Doctor Love.
Saving lives and breaking hearts but not before you administer a head-to-toe physical examination.
e. Frisky Fireman.
A hose so long you can put out several of the hottest fires and leave a smoldering heap as proof of a job well done.

Bonus: Tell us about your craziest or wildest role-playing adventure.

I've already posted a few.  Pirate wench.  Harley's captive.  There have been others.  I like playing.  This should be clear since the first TMI I've tried is about role-play.  It's fun.  Let's me be free to be things I might not do otherwise.  Hope to have many more tales to post.

Monday, February 11, 2013

View From The Bottom, View From The Top

 
 
I saw the bottom picture on Tumblr and was immediately turned on.  This was awkward since I was at work on my phone.  I thought about it a little bit and wondered if I was being cheated.  You guys get the better views.  But, then I decided I wouldn't have it any other way.






Sunday, February 10, 2013

I Should Have Worn The Heels . . .

. . . Truth is, I started out in the heels.
 
Tree insisted on picking me up at the house.  I offered to meet him somewhere because I knew he had to work Saturday and wanted to make things easier for him.  He was pretty adamant that a date was to be picked up at her house.  It was cute . . . and yeah, I liked it.
 
Of course, it also meant that I saw what he was wearing when his truck pulled into the driveway.  He was in jeans and sneakers.  I was in a skirt and heels.  Huge mismatch.  Okay, I'm sure he wouldn't have cared - I felt silly and overdressed.  So, I popped the door open (hoping he would take the hint to come on in) and ran to change.  I casualed down into jeans and sandals.
 
The night was great.  Top ten as far as a date goes.  Dinner at a little pizza place, movie, walking around the downtown holding hands, followed w some pretty serious necking in his truck.  I had thought my straddling him in his seat might have prompted him to take the action further, but mostly he took that as better access to my boobs.  He does like the ladies.
 


Saturday, February 9, 2013

What To Wear?

I'm supposed to go out w Tree this evening.  What do you think - wear the heels I wore last weekend?  See if they have magical powers.  I don't have a magical wand like Harry Potter, but maybe I can click my heels together and say "engorgio".

FFF

 
"Live your wildest fantasies.  Those you admit.  And especially those you don't."

Great ad.  Great fee.

He walked in on her screwing his best friend.  It destroyed him.  Months later, she called to say she'd made a mistake and wanted to come back.  Instead, she got engaged.  She was to be married tomorrow.

How they managed to have her bend over for him one more time was a fantasy beyond his wildest imagination.  The company rep sat nearby watching. 

He was told to role play.  He was a photographer.  He had a camera.  The camera had no film. It was part of the fantasy the rep had said.

"And she will go along w that?"

"She's here isn't she.  More can not be explained.  It will take too many words".

He came all too soon. Had it been worth it?  Probably not.


The rep stood.  "I may have been mistaken about there not being film in that camera.  I will leave it to the two of you to negotiate what that film is worth . . . in money . . . services . . . or revenge".
"Especially those you don't admit, not even to yourself".  Had it been worth it?  They had not charged him nearly enough.



Wednesday, February 6, 2013

About Those Heels

I have not written much about Harley of late. Has not really been that much to tell. He had fallen off the radar for a while, but that was nothing unusual. When he popped back up, I just didn't feel like posting about him. I could lie and say that I didn't want to jinx it. That's partly true, on some level, the more I look forward to seeing him, then the more likely he is to disappear again. Mostly though, I think I was embarrassed. I'm in love w a guy who has broken my heart more times than I want to admit too. It's like I'm addicted to him. Therapist admits he is fascinated by Harley as well (no, they have never met - he means my discussions about him). He says he understands how addictive Harley must be from listening to me. When Harley is there I feel like the most important person in the entire world. No matter how stupid I had been that day, Harley makes me feel smart and good about myself. Therapist says I will break it off when the bad I feel finally outweighs the good feelings I get from Harley. Wow, I'm sorry, I had not meant to get so deep about Harley. Y'all really just wanted to hear about the heels from a few days back and this was meant to be just a bit of background.
 
Now, about those heels . . .
 
. . . Harley asked if I would go to Carrabba's w him. Dinner was amazing. I'm not talking about the restaurant, it was nice. I'm talking about the evening out, surrounded by people, and still being the sole focus of Harley's attention. When he wasn't busy being the single most supportive man who's ever lived, he was busy making me laugh so hard I was crying. I had worn the heels w a matching skirt and white blouse, each tight in all the right places. Harley sat beside me at the table instead of across from me. I like that. So few guys do it. I don't know why, but I just like it more when he sits next to me. In this case, it had the added benefit of I could cross my legs and Harley could pull my skirt up enough to see an ample amount of leg. He had done the same on the drive over too. 
 
When we returned to his place, he saw that his Mom had called a few times. He asked if I would be okay w his calling her back for just a moment. What was I going to say? I settled in w the remote. I was trying not to listen, but it was impossible not to overhear. There was some big family drama and they all tend to rely upon him for help. I have been down that road a few times and new it was going to be a long conversation. 
 
I went exploring. Not really. I went into his bedroom and found one of his uniform shirts. I slipped out of my clothes, all except for the heels, and slipped into just his shirt. The damned thing was like a dress on me, but I think you still get the idea. I walked around for a little bit then. High heels and a man's dress shirt, I felt very sexy. Harley apparently trusts me still because he made no effort to come see what I was getting into in his place. When I finally wandered back into the living room, he was on the phone still w his mother. He looked at me and said, 'mom, something has come up and I need to go. I will call you tomorrow".
 
A moment later, I was in his arms and being carried to his bed. "Oh officer, what are you going to do w me", I teased him.
 
Harley is not really one for role play, so I was a bit surprised when he responded, "you need to be taken into custody and dealt w".
 
In his room, he put me down on my feet and began to remove the shirt. I started to slip out of the heels when he said, "leave them on".
 
I thought standing there naked, but for a pair a heels, in front of my fully clothed lover was as disconcerting as it could get for me - i was wrong. Harley reached for his handcuffs. In all the time I lived w Harley, he never used his handcuffs on me. I'm kind of fast forwarding here, so understand I'm leaving out some play by play. He spread my legs and began my "cavity search". 
 
"You are soaking wet - you are a naughty girl, aren't you". Clearly I was!!!!
 
He kissed me then - always nice to be kissed by the man who's just wet his fingers inside your pussy :) - then whispered into my ear that he needed to check my mouth next. Ever the complaint prisoner, I opened my mouth, but he said he did not intend to use his fingers.  He nudged me to my knees. Ooh, I thought. He freed his dick and slipped between my waiting lips. I was commanded to take him deep to be sure that nothing else was in my mouth. I got to admit, this was exciting to me.
 
He eventually stood me up and bent me over the bed. Oh goody, I thought. My mistake!!! He tells me that i still have one more opening to have checked!!!!! "But first, I should probably get lubricated first" at which point he then slipped his dick inside of me. Oh my!!! He felt good inside of me, but then I was also a tiny bit anxious because of what he was going to do in a moment. Yes, I have had anal before, but not that often and I will admit that I sometimes still get nervous about it. I tried to buck up into him some. One I wanted too. Two, well, if he was enjoying my pussy, then maybe he would not be so quick to want to leave it. He smacked my ass - HARD - saying I was naughty for trying to get him to cum fast.
 
I will give Harley credit, before he entered my final passage, he got real lubricant. He also asked me - really asked me, not play acting - if it was okay. I told him yes, if it would please him then I would love to give it to him. He entered me slowly and gave me time to adjust. And then he rode me hard!!!
 
Now, I should say that Harley also never cums quickly. So, before he came, my ass was thoroughly fucked and my butt was red from being spanked because I had been "naughty". Towards the end, Harley 'walked' me to standing in front of a mirror. I was pretty much exhausted at this point. Still, I won't forget the way his entire face seemed to be smiling. It was fun watching him take me. I can understand why guys are so visual.
 
He spanked me some more. He had me promising to be a good girl and begging for him to cum in me.
 
Then Harley kind of became quiet. His thrusting into me became more intense. I knew him and knew he was soon to finish. It was w Harley that I learned to start talking more during this time. I don't know about all men, but Harley always seemed to like it. 
 
He exploded inside of me. His breathing was more like panting now. The sweat dripped from the both of us. And I stayed there, bent over the dresser (he had already removed the handcuffs so I could balance on the dresser), looking at him in the mirror. I wanted to be nowhere else in the world right then but bent over wrapped around him. 
 
When we did separate, he sat me down - gently because my ass was sore - and prepared us a shower. We showered, he washed me. And then we snuggled into his bed. It was the greatest night ever.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Me at 18

I was looking through some old photos last night.  I came across this old photo.  I had just turned 18 and a group of us had gone to the beach.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

I Like Heels . . .



. . . I can't say why.  I just do.  I like the way they make me feel.  Feminine.  Sensual.  The greater the spike, the greater the feelings.  Going out tonight.  Think I might just wear this pair.

Friday, February 1, 2013

FFF

 
"Yeah . . . ", Rachel paused before adding, " . . . I got nothing".
 
Silence filled the room.  The average person was uncomfortable w silence.  Wait long enough and the average person will say something just to end the silence.  Rachel was anything but average. 
 
He went old school on her.  When in doubt, repeat what was said, "so you got nothing.  I'd hate to see you skip FFF after you just joined".
 
"Then advise me Advizor . . . give me something to write . . . "
 
"What if we put a girl on the arm of the chair".
 
"Is she naked," Rachel asked.
 
Advizor responded, "except for black heels and stockings".
 
"Sexy".
 
"I think so . . . does it help".
 
Rachel paused for a long moment, her eyes staring off into space, focused on nothing, then she responded w a simple "nope".
 
"How about imaging you sitting in that chair, only that you are fully clothed . . . wearing sexy red dress".
 
"I like red", Rachel smiled, "and I need to be wearing black heels and hose too".
 
Advizor smiled, now she was into it.  He paused, wating for her to take off now w the story.
 
Rachel waited too, before finally saying in frustration, "yeah, still nothing".
 
"And you're smoking a cigarrette."
 
"Because I have an oral fixation," she said completing his thought, then added, "yeah, nothing".
 
"Hmm, imagine me there, in a chair across from you watching you".
 
She smiled, "wearing a fedora maybe and you must be in suspenders".
 
"You like suspenders, do you," he smiled back, only to watch her shake her head no.
 
"Fedora's," he asked.
 
"Can take them or leave them".
 
Silence again filled the room.  This time it was Rachel who waited.  She understood silence.  She knew when to hold it . . .

. . . she knew when to break it, "I like the idea of you watching".