Wednesday, July 29, 2015

not this. that.

When he's being all sappy, sweet, tender, and loving but you want abrasive, aggressive, rough, and possessive.

When he's "I miss you, let's make love and then cuddle" and you want "come here you little slut, get on your knees and suck my throbbing cock."

When he wants to give you soft kisses, caresses, and deep longing looks and you want ass-reddening spanks, rope digging into your wrists, and hair pulling.

Yes. Its time for that again.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

gawd, I love burlesque

Some Saturday nights are just meant to be epic. It's written in the stars or maybe in the sparkly costumes of my favorite burlesque dancers.

It's no secret that I have a serious love of all things burlesque and lucky me...we have a fantastic local burlesque scene. Mr. Man and I went to a show this past weekend with a large posse of new and old friends. We had VIP tables up front and it was GLORIOUS. The performers were sexy and funny, as were our companions. There was much flirtation and a bit of public touchy-feely time afterwards with a new girlfriend while her man watched. Grrrrrrr.

I love sexy shows and new crushes. 

Monday, July 27, 2015


I'm finding it difficult to write lately. Not sure why. Busy, distracted, otherwise engaged, and just not feeling very creative. I mean, sure I could say, "we fucked a lot" because that happened. But where's the story in that? Anyway. Just writing to put something here I guess.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

"swinger's vacation", Part I

"I can't believe I'm going on my first swinger's vacation!" Frances cracks me up.

I was pretty anxious about a few issues. What if Mr. Man and Frances didn't hit it off in person? What if Frances's hubs (Bruno) and my hubs didn't get along? What if we were all stuck together for five days in a hot mess of awkward? Someone should tell me to stop being such a worry-puss. Because I'm happy to report that it went as great as a vacation of this sort could possibly go.

Frances and Bruno, arrived at our vacation city a day ahead of us, secured a rental car, and were kind enough to pick Mr. Man and I up at the airport. It'd been a while since I'd seen either of them and I was SO excited. The reunion was lovely and the four of us eased into conversation smoothly.

The sequence of events is jumbly in my brain and let's be honest, you're not here to read about our site seeing excursions. And believe it or not, we did a LOT of site seeing and exploring around town, just like any other group of friends who aren't swapping partners after vanilla vacation activities are over.
The ground rules were pretty four of us playing in the same room, and I was totally on board with that. Besides, we stayed in a kitchy hotel and our rooms were just a few doors down from each other so room switching was very convenient. But sadly, I can't report first hand on what went on between Mr. Man and Frances. I guess I will have to suggest that she write about that experience herself. Wink wink. 

Bruno surprised me by putting some moves on me first. I mean, we'd been together before but this still caught me off guard and was incredibly sweet. He and I went out to run a benign errand to CVS or some such and once back in the car, he caught me off guard and proceeded to lay one on me...the sweetest softest kiss. I repayed him later with a move of my own in the alley between the hotel and swimming pool. 
Spontaneous kissing with your bestie's husband is fun. 


Saturday, June 27, 2015

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

in the queue

A vacation recap post is in the works. Bottom line - it was sexy and fun and damn great!

Also, I'm meeting that guy I mentioned in my last post for lunch tomorrow. The one who hasn't seen my face yet. I gotta admire his sense of adventure.

The End.

Thursday, June 4, 2015


Hi all. I'm sitting in my kitchen knowing I should be asleep because tomorrow is another work day after all. But sleep is eluding me and my brain is busy, so here I am. 

A few things...

Cash is sick. Frighteningly sick. I'm hoping it's not as bad as he says the doctors say, or as bad as I suspect, but one can never tell about such things. I went to see him a couple of months ago and we had a sexy time as always, but his news definitely overshadowed things. We said "I love you's" more than usual and it was just sweet...bittersweet. I check in on him every week in what I'm sure is an annoying and overly-motherly way. I try to pass it off as flirty/sexy but am not always successful I'm sure. We've grown to be good friends (with benefits, yes, but plain ol' friends as well) and I care about him a whole big bunch. Worry worry.

I had lunch with Aaron today. We hadn't seen each other in a few months (he says six, I say one), and it is always the very best thing to hang with him, naked or not. The conversation was sexy and the company lovely. The feel I copped through his jeans on the ride back, and the kiss he stole before dropping me off? Fabulous. He's good people, that one.

"Met" someone interesting this past week, although so far it's only been via messaging and texts. Another musician. What is my deal with musicians? I am tone deaf and play no instruments, don't go to concerts or live music events very much and yet... I think it's the creativity aspect that attracts me. And in my opinion, all men substantially elevate their hotness level with a guitar strapped around their neck. Although that doesn't explain why a disproportionate number of men who approach me are musicians. But I digress. This man is interesting to talk to, funny, and attractive, but he hasn't seen my face yet. The conversation was progressing and he still hadn't asked to see my face, which I thought was odd because that's usually the first thing that comes up. When it finally did, he said the thought of meeting me in person, yet having never seen my face before the encounter, was really appealing to him. And when I stop and think about it, I kind of get that. As much as I'd like to think that my sarcastic wit and cynical humor are the reasons for holding his interest, I'm pretty sure he's just into the element of surprise. We plan to meet for coffee after I get back from vacation. Which brings me to....

Mr. Man and I are going on a week long vacation with another couple. I know both of them in the biblical sense and love them dearly. Mr. Man and I are meeting them in a state far away from our respective homes and we will explore the city for a few days and then they will fly home with us to stay at our abode for a few more days before heading back to their home. No pressure and no expectations, but play time is on the table. It will be a fun trip regardless and I'm really looking forward to just hanging out.

And now, bed.