Fat Tuesday

I was raised a good catholic girl so in observance of the day before Lent, I celebrated Fat Tuesday by taking photos. I didn't over eat, had only one glass of wine but I did put on the beads...I actually never flashed for beads, men just handed them over and I have no idea why. I have a mountain of them, even some from New Orleans...

I've given out more than I got because I'm a generous person and I do so love a good flash. I used to carry around really crap beads for the not so great flash and fantastic beads for the super flash. I rate the super flash as a pair of really fantastic breasts, or a ton of courage or a attractive guy that is willing to give me a cock peek. The crap flash is fake tits, or porn star wanna-be dress up girls. I get that our current culture is all about women looking like they just stepped off the set in the Valley but I am not that easily persuaded. I want real, or fakes that have a natural look to them. Basically I want something that is going to feel good in my mouth and not like I'm trying to inflate a party balloon.

I often fantasize what it would be like to wander the crowded streets with nothing on but beads and some sexy skirt (no panties). It appeals to my exhibitionist nature but the thrill might be too much and I would need to constantly use a hanky to wipe the drool from my cunt. 


So happy Fat Tuesday...

Series of Unfortunate Events

When I find myself faced with a stream of events that is disappointing, hurtful or sad my libidio shrivels up and dies. I often imagine my ovaries packing their little suitcases and heading out the door saying over their imagined shoulders in a grumpy old man voice, "and we're taking the tubes with us".


It's difficult to write about sexuality when the hormone makers have left the building. Things are put in a perspective that sex has no right to be in. The BIG picture sucks! I would much rather tend to things immediately and not let it drag on into the future. But alas, I do not have control over what other people want to keep alive and how to filter it out.

So Valentine's Day was a fiasco, and yesterday was not any better so I'm not feeling too sexy. I popped over to Flickr and even that didn't help. So I googled naughty because by definition it is being badly behaved, wicked and disobedient and it was pretty funny. I especially like the child covered in panty liners photo and the first place goat that came up on the image search. Now I get the whole lost in translation thing but why would a photo of a cop from a Bollywood movie come up? I really need to start tagging my posts with more variety!


Luscious proved to be an even better search, I got vanilla flavored condoms, a bowling ball illustration with arrow pointing to the "three luscious holes, many many woman and some chocolate to boot. 


Next I googled sex thinking there was bound to be some sort of eye candy that would coax the little grumpy guy ovaries back into the barn and well...a photo of Prince Harry groping some poor blonde's tits didn't do it for me. The link to porn hub came up and I considered it for a moment but the house isn't empty and won't be for some time so my porn research will have to wait.


(Sipping green tea and pondering)


Then I found a book called, "The Ancient Book of Sex and Science" and ta-da...my morning was made! Okay, maybe not my whole morning, I'm still tired and I have to take the puppy out for a long walk but it is something.


My vagina may still be on strike but...at least there is some fun artwork to pass the time.

V day

I don't actually celebrate the Hallmark Day of Hearts. Each year I try to bring something unique to the table on this day of fairy tales by listing some facts and giving it back to the history it came from. For many years I just celebrated my vagina and called it V day...taking back the cunt!


So this year I decided to focus on another part of my female anatomy, my nipple. I have extremely sensitive nipples so often they get man handled before they are ready. Yes, they can endure a fair amount of eager attention but they need to be led there...soft at first...coaxing in a way. 


I do love having them played with in a variety of ways. A suck there, a nibble here and the occasional tender bite. The time and attention does not go unrewarded because it sends a morse code directly to my pussy and in turn it responds with a wet thank you. 


So today, if you have someone to celebrate with, don't forget the nipple!And if you are flying solo, don't forget the nipple! It only takes one hand to show your appreciation.

I swear it tastes like chocolate! Give it a try if you don't believe me.

Dilemma of a modern woman

Some of you might already know this but there is a little trouble on the homestead right now. One of the problems I have with emotions is that they do get in the way of a good shagging. I mean isn't it possible to just shelve the issues long enough for a little release? I'm not such a girl about it I guess, so maybe my expectations are just out of sync with what men believe. 


I want to fuck and I don't want it to get in the way of all the things that need to be resolved! (insert pout) I think that if I give into my need, yes it is a need at this point and not a want, then it will be like everything is a-ok. Well, it certainly isn't but a girl has needs...many many many needs. One being cock. Yes I like cock. Not to say a wet pussy is going to be turned down if there is chemistry but for me that is the warm up band. I like a good deep dicking to finish it off. 


So back to my dilemma...to cock or not to cock, that is the question?


I would like to wave a white flag and call a truce for about an hour and a half so that I can relax, have some sex and a cigarette and then...game on! I mean it wouldn't actually be make up sex, it would be more like routine maintenance right?


How could I word it? 
"Hey, lay down I need your cock?"
 Nah, that doesn't sound right. 
"Can I borrow your dick?"
Nope
"Can we make a pact that this doesn't compromise the integrity of our argument?"
That sounds straight out of Cosmo magazine.
Maybe I should send it in a text and so what if he is sitting in the same room. This is the thing about being monogamous, you don't have your booty call list available anymore. 


I might be gruff and fall back on the can I borrow your dick line because I have nothing else and the clock for tonight is ticking...

Buy buy buy

I couldn't figure out what to write in my next post after a fantasy like that so I decided to hit a product website to see what was new in the way of toys. Given my current circumstance I thought it might not be a bad idea to pick me up a little male stand in for the time being.


So off I go with a few clicks and bam...A vibro pussy sucker. Here is the product description straight off the page: The vibrating and sucking action in this exquisitely detailed oral arouser combines "sensual and sexual" into one explosive orgasm after another. This jelly Vibro Pussy Sucker  has a powerful, vibrating bullet inside the soft, pliable bunny. The suction cup was designed with clitoral stimulators so nestle snuggly over the vagina and let the noduled stimulators excite every pleasure point it touches. The air hose is flexible and the easy-to-use, soft suction bulb provides a powerful thrust. The Vibro Pussy Sucker  even has a detachable plug-in jack. The two speed power pack with the LED light requires two AA size batteries, not included. The powerful suction and vibration create the perfect blend of pleasure!


How did I not know about this and who is the lucky dog that gets paid to write copy for products like this?


I tend to shy away from vibrators because they are always way to powerful for my tender love bud. (I am going to constantly thrown in funny euphemisms because I can and I know they annoy people.)I would like a vibrator with 5 or more speed settings please NOT just two.


Okay, back to the product. It vibrates and sucks? Is this magic? I absolutely love having my vulva sucked on and to think I can add in a little vibration to that...sign me up for one of these! I may never leave the house again.


My mad clicking found me on the page with a vibrator that has 7 glorious speeds, now you are talking my language and it's called the Nirvana. I would have to rename it because the image of Kurt Cobaine nestled between my legs isn't a turn on.

I did come across the metal cousin to my favorite glass toy and in the end I think I would buy that instead of something the promised Nirvana and only delivered a pissed off clit.

Fantasy Epilogue

I've held this fantasy in my mind for a very long time. It comes to me each time I find myself alone, subtle variations of course but the mood and essentials remain the same. To be on display, the attention of more than one person, and the surrender to moment are such intoxicating standards in my imagination. The men are always different depending on my current partner, or who I was behind in the grocery store but the plot and meaning remain the same.


I may never have the courage to play this out, I have too many insecurities about the men that say they love me, but I can live it whenever I want even if it's only in my mind.

Fantasy pt. 4

There is deep whispering taking place at the corner of the room again. I wait with my exposed flesh up for inspection and I squeeze my legs together softly rocking side to side. The glass is heavy and pushing on the thin membrane that separates my openings and it provides the smallest of relief from the ache. I start to get lost in the sensation, the rhythm and sway when I feel a sharp smack to my bottom.


The reprimand is necessary but worth it for the brief scratch at my need. Two hands grab on either side of my ass and pull open, the light warms the glass from the outside. The hands squeeze and knead as the photos are shot. The object lodged inside of me moves slightly with each shift of hand position and I can feel the wetness move through my lips. It feels like it might actually drip out of me at any point if my legs are spread and a tinge of embarrassment pass over me. I know the minute my legs are spread my juices will fill the area around me with an aroma of my cum and continued excitement. It will smell sweet, and the stickiness will spread making me even more aroused.

I become lost in this thought when I'm jolted back to reality by hands pushing my knees wide and my head down onto a pillow. Another pillow is being put under my stomach for support by my considerate admirers and it forces my ass to be even more exposed and my anus almost upright. I feel the light again, the shutter sounds and the pressure of the plug being pushed on slightly and the released. These soft and careful pushes drive me crazy instantly and an urgent moan escapes me. The hands are moving now around my whole sex, pushing and pulling skin, opening my cunt, and the wetness is everywhere. I wonder about the gleam as the hands slide over the sensitive and willing flesh between my legs. It is arousing to know that this being closely admired and the shutter reminds me that this moment will be preserved for both men. I am on exhibit, display and my sex is being attended too in exciting and arousing ways.


The hands start to rub my outer lips, squeezing them together and moving like I'm being jerked off. My clit is finally being allowed the touch that it is hard for. I start to rock softly back against the hand because my orgasm is all consuming now, I have to have it. The Strangers hands become more forceful, urgent and lead me to the edge of desire. My orgasm starts to spread like a warm liquid starting in my groin. It radiates out to my entire body and then comes crashing down on me. It's the reason it is always explained like a wave, it's the repeated crashing and the loss of sight and sound in that brief moment. My own moaning brings me back to real time and before the waves subside my cunt is spread open and my lover pushes himself deep inside of me.


The shutter goes repeatedly as I'm pushed into. My ass spread wide and his cock moves out slowly. The methodical slow pace keeps me hanging in that place between orgasms. The effects of my sex on display suspend me in a constant state of readiness and my own shameless desire hold the intensity at an all time high. My lover's cock is ready, I can feel it move inside of me in a familiar way that sends me into a frenzy. The anal plug being moved with each push and pull and I feel full. I am fully penetrated from behind and it is exquisite.


A sudden and sharp orgasm hits with an immediacy that shocks me. My lover sees it and responds with more force and speed. The  Stranger  moans and I can tell he is standing right next to my lover. He must have his own cock in his hands as sounds of wet fucking and stroking fill the room. My orgasm is being drawn out by the erotic nature of the experience and I start to get lost in it all. I hear from over my shoulder a whimper of, "yeeessss" and the Stranger's wild grunts and moaning. My lover joins him and both men finally find their own release.

Fantasy pt. 3

I feel two fingers start to massage around the openings of my cunt and ass. Firm long strokes and I feel my muscles relax and my pussy open involuntarily. The movements become more fixed on my asshole and slowly start to knead the puckered flesh. My thoughts are scattered and jump storm like from possibility to possibility. I know these fingers aren't my lover's because there is an eagerness that radiates and I can hear the familiar shutter sound of our camera. The movements are almost shy and yet ardent, jerking in and out of the opening. My body betrays me yet again and my anus begins to relax and accept the insistent fingers. The finger push in and rub, slowly opening up pleading flesh. My wetness still leaks slowly out as if my body is inviting any penetration it can get.


I feel splayed open and so willing when the cold glass touches the place between the two fingers. The subtle movement of my hips gives away my ache and the object is pushed slowly into my rectum. The eager push in followed by the shallow movement out as it works deeper. There is almost a tangible relief in the room when the anal plug is finally lodged into place and I can only assume that both men stepped back to admire their handiwork.


The intrusion is more then welcome and the pressure satisfies and prompts a deeper ache. I want something, anything to fuck me now. My dignity and self imagine has been left behind and now I am just a flesh suit of need. I feel hands finally push my legs down towards the bed to relax them and the anal plug shifts to apply a powerful sensation. I hear the shutter again and now it is like white noise to the experience.


The bed shifts on either side of me and I feel mouths on both my breasts. My lover knows that this is the fastest way for me to create the most wetness between my legs. The men's mouths provide completely different sensations, both urgent and full of desire yet the Stranger is awkward and almost rough. While they suck and tease my nipples I can feel that familiar warmth start in my groin that comes as the first sign of orgasm. I have often wished I could just orgasm from the attention my lover pays to my breasts and I get fairly close, but this time is different with the plug in place. I try to squeeze my vaginal muscles to create a sensation on my clit and g spot in rhythm with the sucking and I get so close. My lover is attune to my tricks and he pulls off my breast and tells me to stop. The Stranger pulls off and my lover must see the confusion on his face because he chuckles and reveals my secret. He tells the Stranger that I was working my cunt to orgasm by clenching my muscles while they worked my nipples and the Stranger give me a tisk tisk.


Both men move off the bed again and I feel my legs opened up for inspection. The white noise starts again and I feel the light move across my flesh. These men must be shooting from every vantage point and light source option imaginable. Can't they tell I just want something to fuck me? I feel thumbs spread my lips and I almost beg to be touched but all that leaves my lips is a whimper. The rope at my right wrist is being loosened and my lover tells me to get on my knees. The rope retied and my ass in the air and the white noise starts. More cool liquid is being spread across my back side by my lover as the Stranger shoots picture after picture.


I can't take it much longer. The alternating sensations is overpowering and my ass pouts in the air with the weight of the anal plug. I am almost cursing inside at the will power of these men, but mostly my lover because he can read the signs of my body and knows how crazy this is making me. In my wild state I almost failed to hear the sound of a belt, then a zipper and the weight of clothes hitting the ground.


I asked myself, "is this real, is my lover getting undressed"?