My budding wish list of photos to take

I have such luck in finding the great male counterparts to my naughty undertakings. I was reading a blog by one whom I admire (Mon) and my imagination took off. I've never gotten to photograph anyone in the order of sexual adventure and his would be so delicious to capture. I don't know if what he writes is real but the idea of it is enticing. So many possibilities and his newest endeavor would lend itself to such an opportunity. 


Think of it...a woman tied to a stool, arse up with pretty lacey things on getting a spanking. How does that NOT sound like fun? Oh the possibilities...


I do wonder what sort of element it would add to the participants as well. I guess I have something new to imagine when my hand moves between the sticky need. Would my watchful eye make the adventure more exciting? Would my own arousal make the atmosphere more charged and exhilarating? 


I do love the idea of being watched, it is a repetitive fantasy of mine so being on the camera end would be fun as well. I do love to watch porn, seeing sexual expression and capturing the primal...so it all sounds great to me. 


I'm off to bed...my imagination needs an outlet.

Delight me...tickle me...tempt me

Sometimes I search through Flickr to find something that sparks my imagination, desire or to plain ol entertain me and tonight I found myself wondering why I can't find anything new. By new I mean inventive or just plain sexy. I did find some beautifully done cunts, the lighting was nice and the POV was great and I do adore the capture of wetness...

Taken in 2008

Still, I find myself longing for the early days of Flickr when all seemed new and exciting. Each time I would log in my hand would find it's way in between the soft wet flesh for release. It would start with the pressure, that sensation I get when I'm aroused, and I would keep looking and reading and exploring until I had a need that was too large to ignore. When I started on Flickr it was because a friend of mine and I did some body painting. One thing lead to another and we ended up with some fantastic work. He did all the painting and I laid there...yeah and I shot the photos which isn't easy when you are covered in paint. I would do this again in a heart beat with my art buddy, I think he enjoyed it too. (These were taken by me and were among my favorite shots of the process. Ultimately we made prints from this.)I'll admit the sensation was more than delightful when I wasn't shivering from the cold paint. I did really enjoy shooting myself like this all covered in color because it was oddly anonymous and more than just skin. This endeavor led me to shooting self nudes and as they say...the rest is history, Rumpled Muse was born.

Back to my train of thought...Flickr...Now I can look at photos for hours and not develop more than a passing interest. I have figured out that I enjoy viewing women's nude and erotic work more than men. It isn't that I find the human form more beautiful based on gender but maybe it's because I can see myself in their photos. Some days I would love to throw my "art" aside and just shoot some nasty dirty photos and show the world. Ya know the kind where cum drips from between my spread open lips. There is a high erotic value to those in the simplest raw form. But my vanity holds me in check, and each time I think about opening an account to make public that dirty girl I shrink back.


I entertain the idea of phone sex for money because I think I would enjoy myself a lot and why not get paid for something you enjoy. I'm still considering selling my used panties because it is a strange ego boost and I like the kink. I wonder what it would be like to go to adult clubs or resorts where everyone has as much sex on the brain as I do but I don't have the funds for a resort and I would feel more comfortable going with someone to a club. I used to write erotic stories with friends, more of a back and forth journey and that was fun but I didn't get that turned on, not like I do when reading erotica. 


I think the most fun I had was masturbating on video for a Flickr contact of mine. I would film my masturbation and then he filmed himself watching my video for the first time. The great part was that I could see the computer screen, watching him watch me. Then I would watch the video of him and film myself masturbating...back and forth. Once we got 8 turns into one video. Now that was fun. I do enjoy the thought of someone watching me masturbate.I wonder if he would let me "release" any of those videos into the wild?


I need something new to tempt me, tickle me and delight me....

What no photo!?!

I seem to be at a stand still creatively and it's mostly because I can't carve out the time in a week to just be creative. My photos have dropped to an all time low and so has my masturbation! What the fuck is going on? 


I skipped around Flickr tonight before I logged in to write a blog and wondered where all the sex went in my life. I am closing in on my second sexual prime and my vagina has dust on it. I don't get it...I want sex. I want quiet sweet sex, dirty sex, experimental sex, solo sex, sex recorded with photos or videos...lights on sex, in the back of a car, at a rest stop, in the movies, in the bathroom...I just want sex!


I think I'm over the online dating thing. I think I could still do a one night stand pick up from a bar but even that isn't so charming in real time. I would like to meet someone that has the same drive as I do and then we could just be fuck buddies. I know...I know...it never stays like that but I'm willing to risk it. I can do sex without being emotional a lot of the time so...can't I just get laid?'


Maybe I should do a personal? Anyone care to write it for me so I can just post it. Yes, I am that lazy. So now I guess I need a pimp so I can get laid. Huh...Do I take a personal out for that too? Maybe I should start a phone sex business so at least I can play with others and not feel bad about the time it's taking because I am for god sakes getting paid for it. 


I did get an offer to sell my panties which I am seriously considering. Seems like easy work. All I have to do is wear my thong or panties and then send them off in the mail and money shows up in my pay pal account. Brilliant right? Yeah, it does seem kinky and naughty and I think that is just what I need right now. A little kinky and naughty is exactly what I need. Unfortunately, right now I can only browse through photos online because I don't even have any good porn to watch. Now I need ideas on where to find some good porn. I want lesbian porn, gay male porn, beautiful woman masturbating and real people fucking. When I say real people I still mean pretty...I am fascinated with big breasts so that would be fun to watch too. I have an odd curiosity with what goes on in the few adult movie places left, rest stops and group orgies but nothing with furry stuffies or clowns.


Links...I need links! I need a publisist/pimp and I need more sex. Yeah...now I have a list and maybe I can find some time to execute it. 




Or not....

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.

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.

A quiet itch

It is the itch of sexual expression and need that follow me like a shadow today. It started 2 days ago and I can't seem to shake it. Yesterday before my shower I laid down on my bed and within minutes of touching myself I orgasmed. It doesn't take much to get me there right now and no matter how many I have I still can't seem to quiet the need between the pink folds of my flesh.


When I reach down between my legs for quick release I can feel my swollen lips ache to be touched. At that point it is consuming. I want everyone and no one to touch and see me. I want a mouth surrounding my labia, a finger nudging my clit and a cock deep inside of me. My nipples strain under my bra for attention and I feel like I am the sex I seek.

I often wonder what it is like to witness me in that state. To see the excitement evident in my swollen wetness and erect nipples. The flush that must come over my skin and the sounds...I've tried to capture it in a photo but for some reason it doesn't match up with my inner version. I feel more sticky, hot and open. The photos don't reflect the need...the need that makes my underwear damp and me squirm in my chair as I write this.