The soft daylight illuminates the room, filtered by the thick curtains and leaving shadows dancing across the walls. My hands and wrists are bound and I hear you moving about the room but cannot see what is happening since I'm also blindfolded. The click of a case opening catches my attention and I wonder what toy you're taking out to play with this time. Rustling ensues and then I hear the unmistakable sound of a violet wand. My breathing instantly shallows. I eagerly await the touch I know is coming and then reflexes take over and I begin moaning as the wand gently caresses my skin.
You touch a sensitive spot on my skin and I gasp, twitching a bit, goose flesh popping up across my body. Your chuckle warms my ears and the violet wand disappears, only to reappear again moments later, surprising me. Moans turn into squeaks as sweat develops along my body, making the current from the wand zap stronger and my body begins to tremble as the violet wand zaps here and there, creating trails of liquid heat across my skin.
Suddenly the room goes quiet, and I hear slight clinking noises. I catch my breathing and then gasp again as I feel your hand touch the inside of my thigh, so lightly I almost thought I imagined it. You turn on the violet wand again and lightly press the glass my pussy lips, letting me feel the current and I'm surprised at how soft and warm it feels, rather unlike other attachments I've felt. And then you push it in beyond my lips until it is inserted inside of my pussy. This is a new sensation and we figure out very quickly just how much I like it as wave upon wave of orgasms ride through my body, layering one on top of the other as you introduce a vibrator to my clit, carrying me even higher than before.
Once you've determined I need a break for water, you allow me to catch my breath before kissing me. Except it's not your lips I feel. These lips are softer, sweeter and more feminine. Her breath trails along the side of my face before kissing the side of it. I hear her purr as she bites, causing me to gasp and my back to arch underneath her, while her hand reaches under and grabs the hair at the nape of my neck. My gasp turns into a moan as I feel her body rub against mine.
You release my wrists so that I can touch her, feel her softness. My hands reach up to caress her breasts, her nipples hardening under my touch. Her mouth reaches mine again and we kiss, hungry for each other in a very primal fashion. She lifts up and I taste her, her nipple even more erect as I suck on it, my hands roaming across her stomach and anywhere else they can reach.
I feel my ankles unbound and as I do, I take off the blindfold, so that I can take in the sight of this lovely woman pressed against me. We position ourselves so that she is on her back and I am beside her. I want to see you fuck her. I want to taste her while you fuck her. Her moan as you slide inside her makes me heady. I let her nails dig into my skin as you fuck her harder, faster, deeper, until finally I bend over and start lapping at her, my tongue greedy for her, until she cums, over and over.
Our combined assault on her body soon takes its toll and it is time to let her get back to her friends. Once she is on her way, we retreat to the shower. While you are turning on the water to warm up, I am looking into the mirror at the lovely spots that would soon be showing up from this encounter. You turn around and push me over, bending me at the waist before sliding inside of me, fucking me hard and fast, taking my breath away and making me cum on you and around you until the glass has fogged up and it's time to clean up before heading out to meet with our friends.
You break away, lifting me back up and turning me around to kiss me, before patting my ass and sending me into the shower ahead of you to clean up.
September 8, 2012
DragonCon Recap
Anyone that knows me, knows I get my geek on at DragonCon every year. My friends and I get a room(s) together and it has pretty much become a tradition with us. This year was no exception, but in some ways, it was a very different con for me.
I was on two panels this year. I've never been on a panel before. I enjoyed the hell out of myself and the only time I got nervous was when I had to introduce myself. I had several people tell me they enjoyed me being on the panel and I really hope I'm allowed to be on at least one panel again next year.
I also helped host a dark room party. I say helped, because while I did the majority of the planning and getting everything together, it took several more people than just me to make sure it worked. I want to say thank you to each of them for the time and effort they put into it. Without them, it wouldn't have happened. It seemed as if everyone that attended had a good time. This makes me happy. I did not participate in the party; I only sat in as a monitor inside the room. Anyone that knows me, knows I usually am right in the thick of everything, but this time, I was perfectly content to sit back and let everyone else have fun. I do not know if I will be doing the party again next year, but we shall see as time goes along.
I also dressed up 3 days in a row. Usually I'm lucky if I will dress up once. It appears I *may* be turning into a costume whore. Also... I had THREE bags with me this year. I normally only carry my large duffle. One of the smaller cases contained all of my costumes and the other... was SHOES. When did I become such a girl???!!!??? >.< I dressed up as Red Riding Hood on Thursday to go along with my friend's wolf costume. Friday I was in a pirate costume (which I was extremely pleased with and it will be showing up next year), and then on Saturday I was in my red/white ren faire outfit. I already have plans for another outfit to wear next year. (As a side note, I wonder if I should bring my pedicure thingy with me so I can soak my feet next year...)
I geeked out over Erin Gray and she actually touched me *gigglesquees*. I wanted to meet several other celebs but the lines were either too long or they cancelled prior to the con or they weren't there for whatever reasons when I went to the walk of fame. I got to watch the Dr. Who season premier. I found out that I apparently have developed the power to give a "mommy hug" to pretty much anyone that needs it. Seeing as I was told this by a 19 year old, it kind of warped my mind, but now that I've had time to roll it around in my head a bit, I really do think it's awesome that I can provide that level of comfort to someone and that someone would want that from me. It's not something I'm used to.
There were private moments with friends, loved ones, and close companions. There wasn't enough time and I wanted more than I got. But then I freely admit to being a greedy little wench. I will settle for being happy that I got the time I did with people. I did get a little bit of play time, but not nearly the amount that I had been hoping for, in several directions. Next year the planning will be worked out better, and hopefully I will have the vertigo under control better than I did this year.
And of course I can't fail to mention the Necomimi ears. For those that don't know what they are, here's the link: Necomimi Ears. I got to try them at DragonCon. I had seen something about them before they came out but now that I've had the chance to try them, I. WANT. THEM. I will have a pair. Somehow. Someway.
All in all, DragonCon was wonderful and it was strangely exciting and new. I can't wait to see what next year brings.
I was on two panels this year. I've never been on a panel before. I enjoyed the hell out of myself and the only time I got nervous was when I had to introduce myself. I had several people tell me they enjoyed me being on the panel and I really hope I'm allowed to be on at least one panel again next year.
I also helped host a dark room party. I say helped, because while I did the majority of the planning and getting everything together, it took several more people than just me to make sure it worked. I want to say thank you to each of them for the time and effort they put into it. Without them, it wouldn't have happened. It seemed as if everyone that attended had a good time. This makes me happy. I did not participate in the party; I only sat in as a monitor inside the room. Anyone that knows me, knows I usually am right in the thick of everything, but this time, I was perfectly content to sit back and let everyone else have fun. I do not know if I will be doing the party again next year, but we shall see as time goes along.
I also dressed up 3 days in a row. Usually I'm lucky if I will dress up once. It appears I *may* be turning into a costume whore. Also... I had THREE bags with me this year. I normally only carry my large duffle. One of the smaller cases contained all of my costumes and the other... was SHOES. When did I become such a girl???!!!??? >.< I dressed up as Red Riding Hood on Thursday to go along with my friend's wolf costume. Friday I was in a pirate costume (which I was extremely pleased with and it will be showing up next year), and then on Saturday I was in my red/white ren faire outfit. I already have plans for another outfit to wear next year. (As a side note, I wonder if I should bring my pedicure thingy with me so I can soak my feet next year...)
I geeked out over Erin Gray and she actually touched me *gigglesquees*. I wanted to meet several other celebs but the lines were either too long or they cancelled prior to the con or they weren't there for whatever reasons when I went to the walk of fame. I got to watch the Dr. Who season premier. I found out that I apparently have developed the power to give a "mommy hug" to pretty much anyone that needs it. Seeing as I was told this by a 19 year old, it kind of warped my mind, but now that I've had time to roll it around in my head a bit, I really do think it's awesome that I can provide that level of comfort to someone and that someone would want that from me. It's not something I'm used to.
There were private moments with friends, loved ones, and close companions. There wasn't enough time and I wanted more than I got. But then I freely admit to being a greedy little wench. I will settle for being happy that I got the time I did with people. I did get a little bit of play time, but not nearly the amount that I had been hoping for, in several directions. Next year the planning will be worked out better, and hopefully I will have the vertigo under control better than I did this year.
And of course I can't fail to mention the Necomimi ears. For those that don't know what they are, here's the link: Necomimi Ears. I got to try them at DragonCon. I had seen something about them before they came out but now that I've had the chance to try them, I. WANT. THEM. I will have a pair. Somehow. Someway.
All in all, DragonCon was wonderful and it was strangely exciting and new. I can't wait to see what next year brings.
August 5, 2012
Quick update
This last month has been a long one. I started out to write about it but realized I simply just don't want to. This weekend I made my way to the beach. Loved ones, close friends, sand, sun, and good food has done wonders for both my stress levels and my state of mind. Now it's time to get moving again. More to come later.
July 13, 2012
No Rest for the Weary
Well.. so much for 30 days of blogging. Hubby developed a detached retina last weekend and so emergency surgery was scheduled for Tuesday and I've been playing nursemaid/housekeeper/cook/etc while he's out of commission. This includes being up something like every 2-3 hours each night to give him his medicine. Needless to say, I'm tired. We won't know for a bit yet how much, if any, vision he'll recover in that eye. And he has to have 2 more procedures done on it, plus one done on the other eye to keep it from going the same way as the right one.
I will get back to the topics once everything settles down but for now, I can has a nap, pretty please?
I will get back to the topics once everything settles down but for now, I can has a nap, pretty please?
July 3, 2012
Day 19- Describe your childhood in sounds and smells.
This is going to be an interesting one for me to write because normally I do sight and touch, plus a bit of sound, but I don't generally work with smells much, even though it is also a major part of my life.
To do this one, I'd have to say that my memories of my childhood consist of hearing football games from the high school next door. I can remember hearing people playing tennis, which drew me to the courts next door when I was about two or three years old, where I held a "conversation" with a couple that was playing tennis. I can also remember the angry sound of my dad's voice telling me to go inside to my mother when I returned home, shortly thereafter. I also remember my grandmother's voice, when she would play games with me and the sound of her cooking in the kitchen. The smell of her meatballs would cause me to salivate even now with only the memory left. She also made some of the best gravy and her mashed potatoes were so wonderfully scrumptious. Even though my grandmother smoked, I never thought her house smelled like it (even though I'm sure it probably did). Sounds of the CB radio my grandmother talked on also come to mind. I can also remember the smell of the multitude of flowers she kept in her yard. Roses, forget-me-nots, tiger lilies, chrysanthemums and other various flowers. Also, the smell of her lotion. She kept in what she called her "genie" bottle. It looked like the bottle from "I Dream of Jeannie". I also remember the frightened sound of my grandmother's voice the last time I spoke with her before she died. She was terrified she'd be put under anesthesia again and this time, she wouldn't wake up. If only I'd known how close to the truth that fear would end up being and how quickly she'd be gone from me.
I remember the sound of my own crying one time when my sister and I were being a bit reckless on the front porch swing at my great grandmother's house and we fell and hurt ourselves. I remember the sound of my great grandfather "searching" for me, as I hid behind his chair and the sound of his laughter when we would sneak our hands under his pants legs and tickle his ankles. I remember him calling Bloody Bones and our squeals as we'd run and hide under the kitchen table. I remember my great grandfather telling us about the boy that got his finger bitten off so that we wouldn't go near the snapping turtle he'd caught down in the swamp and brought home. I can also remember him fussing at me when I kept dropping the foot of the rabbit we were helping him to skin. I remember how he smelled of snuff, the outdoors and all things woodsy. I can remember the disdain in my great grandmother's voice one time when we were playing scrabble and I spelled "turd" but she couldn't do anything because it qualified as a word. *giggles* I also remember the sound of her voice as she would be explaining how it was that something yummy (like her biscuits, or a pie, or canned apples, or...) was made. Anytime I walked into her house, it would smell like food. Biscuits or roast beef, cakes and coffee. To me, my great grandmother smelled like home. I also remember the smell of the corn shed and the fields in the spring, as the ground became warm enough to turn. I remember the smell of the chickens, the mule in the field, and of the barn, used to store the tractor and other equipment. The smell of fresh picked beans and ripe watermelon, ready to be eaten. The smell of nature permeates my memories.
I also remember the sounds of yelling and thumps as my dad and stepmother fought in the next room. I remember the sound of my stepmother yelling at me. And I remember my grandmother's voice, so worried about me at the hands of my stepmother, trying to help me me as best she could, without getting me into trouble. I remember the sounds of the children at school as they would taunt me and call me names. I remember how wonderful pencils smelled. I would empty the pencil sharpeners just so I could catch a whiff of it. I remember the dirty smell of my mother's car, permeated with whatever was thrown into the floor that I had to step on to sit in the seats. I remember the smell of the trailer that I slept on the floor under a table in one Halloween night, where we were at for a party. I remember the sound of my second stepmother's voice as she accused me of having an affair with my father. And I remember the whining and incessant back talking of my second stepmother's children. I remember the smell of piss soaked sheets when I would wake up and have to deal with my bed wetting problem. I find it very interesting that the problem disappeared right along the same time my second stepmother left the scene. I remember the smell of making biscuits and cooking dinner for the family so it would be ready when my dad got home from work. And I remember waking up in my sister's room one time when I had sleep walked into it. My first thought upon waking was, "this doesn't smell like my room?"
I think this one has become quite lengthy at this point and so I should probably end it here, before it becomes TLDR.
To do this one, I'd have to say that my memories of my childhood consist of hearing football games from the high school next door. I can remember hearing people playing tennis, which drew me to the courts next door when I was about two or three years old, where I held a "conversation" with a couple that was playing tennis. I can also remember the angry sound of my dad's voice telling me to go inside to my mother when I returned home, shortly thereafter. I also remember my grandmother's voice, when she would play games with me and the sound of her cooking in the kitchen. The smell of her meatballs would cause me to salivate even now with only the memory left. She also made some of the best gravy and her mashed potatoes were so wonderfully scrumptious. Even though my grandmother smoked, I never thought her house smelled like it (even though I'm sure it probably did). Sounds of the CB radio my grandmother talked on also come to mind. I can also remember the smell of the multitude of flowers she kept in her yard. Roses, forget-me-nots, tiger lilies, chrysanthemums and other various flowers. Also, the smell of her lotion. She kept in what she called her "genie" bottle. It looked like the bottle from "I Dream of Jeannie". I also remember the frightened sound of my grandmother's voice the last time I spoke with her before she died. She was terrified she'd be put under anesthesia again and this time, she wouldn't wake up. If only I'd known how close to the truth that fear would end up being and how quickly she'd be gone from me.
I remember the sound of my own crying one time when my sister and I were being a bit reckless on the front porch swing at my great grandmother's house and we fell and hurt ourselves. I remember the sound of my great grandfather "searching" for me, as I hid behind his chair and the sound of his laughter when we would sneak our hands under his pants legs and tickle his ankles. I remember him calling Bloody Bones and our squeals as we'd run and hide under the kitchen table. I remember my great grandfather telling us about the boy that got his finger bitten off so that we wouldn't go near the snapping turtle he'd caught down in the swamp and brought home. I can also remember him fussing at me when I kept dropping the foot of the rabbit we were helping him to skin. I remember how he smelled of snuff, the outdoors and all things woodsy. I can remember the disdain in my great grandmother's voice one time when we were playing scrabble and I spelled "turd" but she couldn't do anything because it qualified as a word. *giggles* I also remember the sound of her voice as she would be explaining how it was that something yummy (like her biscuits, or a pie, or canned apples, or...) was made. Anytime I walked into her house, it would smell like food. Biscuits or roast beef, cakes and coffee. To me, my great grandmother smelled like home. I also remember the smell of the corn shed and the fields in the spring, as the ground became warm enough to turn. I remember the smell of the chickens, the mule in the field, and of the barn, used to store the tractor and other equipment. The smell of fresh picked beans and ripe watermelon, ready to be eaten. The smell of nature permeates my memories.
I also remember the sounds of yelling and thumps as my dad and stepmother fought in the next room. I remember the sound of my stepmother yelling at me. And I remember my grandmother's voice, so worried about me at the hands of my stepmother, trying to help me me as best she could, without getting me into trouble. I remember the sounds of the children at school as they would taunt me and call me names. I remember how wonderful pencils smelled. I would empty the pencil sharpeners just so I could catch a whiff of it. I remember the dirty smell of my mother's car, permeated with whatever was thrown into the floor that I had to step on to sit in the seats. I remember the smell of the trailer that I slept on the floor under a table in one Halloween night, where we were at for a party. I remember the sound of my second stepmother's voice as she accused me of having an affair with my father. And I remember the whining and incessant back talking of my second stepmother's children. I remember the smell of piss soaked sheets when I would wake up and have to deal with my bed wetting problem. I find it very interesting that the problem disappeared right along the same time my second stepmother left the scene. I remember the smell of making biscuits and cooking dinner for the family so it would be ready when my dad got home from work. And I remember waking up in my sister's room one time when I had sleep walked into it. My first thought upon waking was, "this doesn't smell like my room?"
I think this one has become quite lengthy at this point and so I should probably end it here, before it becomes TLDR.
Day 18- Your favorite song.
Hmm... This is a difficult one as my favorite song usually depends on my moods. For instance, Peter Gabriel's "Mercy Street" is good for when I'm in the "oh woe is me" phase. The Paul Oakenfold Remix of Elvis's "Rubberneckin'" is a good one for when I'm bouncy and Rob Zombie's "Dragula" carries me through the times when I want to let loose a bit of bouncy angry/prowling kippiness. Then of course there is something like Loreena McKennitt's "Huron 'Beltane' Fire Dance" for when I want to retreat into myself and "reorganize" my brain a bit. So yeah. ONE favorite song doesn't really work for me.
Day 17- Your highs and lows of the past year
I think we'll start with lows because I'm a big fan of getting the bad stuff over with so we can enjoy the good stuff, even if it does suck.
Let's see... There's my job change at work. They decided to centralize my department, so I was forced to take another position. I found out I had a brain tumor and subsequently had to have surgery. I also found out and had to start trying to figure out how to live and deal with Meniere's Disease. That one is still in the works. I would have to say that these are the things are probably the biggest lows I had.
And for the highs? I was able to stay working with my company, even if it is in a different position than what I had. I'm lucky to still have a job. The tumor was easily dispatched and the healing went fantastically well (migraines aside). I have a dentist who is awesome and is working to correct my bite, so as to realign my jaw to where it should be. I am about to see a neurotologist who will hopefully know how to work with my ear issues and keep me from losing my hearing. I graduated motherfucking college. It may only be an Associates degree, but it's still one step in the right direction. I've also started working towards getting my BBA.
While the lows were some pretty serious lows, I think the highs more than made up for them.
Let's see... There's my job change at work. They decided to centralize my department, so I was forced to take another position. I found out I had a brain tumor and subsequently had to have surgery. I also found out and had to start trying to figure out how to live and deal with Meniere's Disease. That one is still in the works. I would have to say that these are the things are probably the biggest lows I had.
And for the highs? I was able to stay working with my company, even if it is in a different position than what I had. I'm lucky to still have a job. The tumor was easily dispatched and the healing went fantastically well (migraines aside). I have a dentist who is awesome and is working to correct my bite, so as to realign my jaw to where it should be. I am about to see a neurotologist who will hopefully know how to work with my ear issues and keep me from losing my hearing. I graduated motherfucking college. It may only be an Associates degree, but it's still one step in the right direction. I've also started working towards getting my BBA.
While the lows were some pretty serious lows, I think the highs more than made up for them.
June 30, 2012
Day 16- Something you crave for a lot
This one is tomorrow's topic but I know that I'm going to be driving so I figured I'd go ahead and get this one done so that I can try to stay as close to caught up as possible.
Touch touch and more touch. For someone to run their entire hand down the length of my body, starting at my shoulder and running down until they cup their hand under my ass and pull me close to them, kissing me like there is no tomorrow. I crave to be touched until my body is humming with the energy exchanged and my brain has gone all woozy with desire. I crave to be touched and caressed and kissed until my hips are moving of their own accord and the sounds of my whimpered moans fill the room.
I don't crave much.
Touch touch and more touch. For someone to run their entire hand down the length of my body, starting at my shoulder and running down until they cup their hand under my ass and pull me close to them, kissing me like there is no tomorrow. I crave to be touched until my body is humming with the energy exchanged and my brain has gone all woozy with desire. I crave to be touched and caressed and kissed until my hips are moving of their own accord and the sounds of my whimpered moans fill the room.
I don't crave much.
Day 15- What makes you different from everyone else
My life experiences and views on life? Sure. But that is what makes every person unique. So what DOES make me different? Well... not much really. I'm an accounting nerd but there are others that can claim the same thing. I like video games. Others do too. I cross stitch. I'm not the only one. I can name dozens of things and yet none of these things makes me "different."
I have been told that I am one of the most expressive people in bed. While this is something that makes me different, it's not like I can just take that into a job interview (outside of the porn industry, perhaps). I've also been told I'm REALLY good at doing energy work/play. I tell people that I'm one of the most unique people they will ever meet but I can't qualify exactly what makes me such. Perhaps it is a combination of my experiences and the things I enjoy doing. Perhaps it is my outlook on life. I don't know.
When I was young, I was ostracized by my peers for being different. They picked on everything they possibly could about me until I finally just ignored them all. I couldn't tell you then what made me different from them and I still can't say to this day what it was that made them pick me out of everyone else to pick on. What I do know is that whatever has caused me to be "different" has made me value the friends and loved ones I have around me more than I would have otherwise, and for that, I am grateful.
I have been told that I am one of the most expressive people in bed. While this is something that makes me different, it's not like I can just take that into a job interview (outside of the porn industry, perhaps). I've also been told I'm REALLY good at doing energy work/play. I tell people that I'm one of the most unique people they will ever meet but I can't qualify exactly what makes me such. Perhaps it is a combination of my experiences and the things I enjoy doing. Perhaps it is my outlook on life. I don't know.
When I was young, I was ostracized by my peers for being different. They picked on everything they possibly could about me until I finally just ignored them all. I couldn't tell you then what made me different from them and I still can't say to this day what it was that made them pick me out of everyone else to pick on. What I do know is that whatever has caused me to be "different" has made me value the friends and loved ones I have around me more than I would have otherwise, and for that, I am grateful.
Day 14- A picture of something that makes you happy
We went to the zoo on Wednesday. While we were there, the mama giraffe walked over to the younger giraffe and started "snuggling" with her. And I was able to get a picture.
Day 13- Somewhere you’d like to move or visit
I would like to visit Scotland and Ireland. I have always found pictures of them to be gorgeous and my accent fetish doesn't have anything to do with it either. I do long to visit and I'm always finding myself seeking more knowledge about them. Now if only I could find someone to teach me Gaelic...
Day 12- Bullet your whole day
I'm going to use yesterday, since today isn't over yet. :-P
* Wake up, and then remember I don't have to work today. Yay!
* Get dressed
* Eat breakfast
* Go to my ENT appointment (to be told that I am being sent to a Neurotologist/Otolaryngologist because my ear issues (Meniere's Disease) are too complicated for a regular ENT to be able to treat. Yay for obscure illnesses...)
* Go to meet up with my sister
* Pedicure time! (Red with fireworks this time :D )
* Go home and relax while Mini-me naps
* Prepare and pack for my 4.5 hour trip
* Get stuck in traffic for 1.5 hours.
* Watch the temperature creep up to 120 while sitting in traffic.
* Watch car after car pull over due to issues from the heat. Also- Thankful one of those is NOT me.
* Get off of the highway and see no traffic for the rest of the trip while passing through gorgeous views and fields of crops.
* Arrive at my destination, frustrated and tired. Also- hot.
* Have scrumptious dinner prepared by my hosts.
* Fall asleep in chair while visiting.
* Get told to go to bed. I do.
My life is truly exciting... LOL
* Wake up, and then remember I don't have to work today. Yay!
* Get dressed
* Eat breakfast
* Go to my ENT appointment (to be told that I am being sent to a Neurotologist/Otolaryngologist because my ear issues (Meniere's Disease) are too complicated for a regular ENT to be able to treat. Yay for obscure illnesses...)
* Go to meet up with my sister
* Pedicure time! (Red with fireworks this time :D )
* Go home and relax while Mini-me naps
* Prepare and pack for my 4.5 hour trip
* Get stuck in traffic for 1.5 hours.
* Watch the temperature creep up to 120 while sitting in traffic.
* Watch car after car pull over due to issues from the heat. Also- Thankful one of those is NOT me.
* Get off of the highway and see no traffic for the rest of the trip while passing through gorgeous views and fields of crops.
* Arrive at my destination, frustrated and tired. Also- hot.
* Have scrumptious dinner prepared by my hosts.
* Fall asleep in chair while visiting.
* Get told to go to bed. I do.
My life is truly exciting... LOL
Day 11- Put your iPod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up.
1. Folsom Prison Blues- Johnny Cash
2. Scooter And Jinx- Sonic Youth
3. The Hanging Tree- Livingston/David
4. Gloria Graham- Baby Fox
5. To Love Somebody- Bee Gees
6. Hi'ilawe- Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
7. Don't You (Forget About Me)- Simple Minds
8. Words- Bee Gees
9. Greased Lightning- John Travolta
10. All That She Wants (Banghra Verson)- Ace of Base
Wow.. That's really.. eclectic.
2. Scooter And Jinx- Sonic Youth
3. The Hanging Tree- Livingston/David
4. Gloria Graham- Baby Fox
5. To Love Somebody- Bee Gees
6. Hi'ilawe- Israel Kamakawiwo'ole
7. Don't You (Forget About Me)- Simple Minds
8. Words- Bee Gees
9. Greased Lightning- John Travolta
10. All That She Wants (Banghra Verson)- Ace of Base
Wow.. That's really.. eclectic.
June 26, 2012
Day 10- Offline vs. Online relationships according to your own experiences
Online relationships aren't really relationships. You don't know the person on the other side of the screen. A relationship may start online, but it doesn't truly start until you've met that person in real life. There are people that would disagree with me about this, but I can almost guarantee that those people do not have much luck in relationships offline. What happens is that a person falls in love with an idea. An idea that the person on the other side of that screen is the perfect person of their dreams. The other person? Who knows if they are pretending or if they are actually the person the other one is "in love" with.
Once you meet the other person in real life, it transitions into a long distance relationship. Obviously I'm biased in my opinion. I don't do online relationships. If I can't hold the other person, touch them, smell them, or hear their voice then it's not a relationship.
Once you meet the other person in real life, it transitions into a long distance relationship. Obviously I'm biased in my opinion. I don't do online relationships. If I can't hold the other person, touch them, smell them, or hear their voice then it's not a relationship.
June 24, 2012
Well... Crap.
Fuck. I should have realized it sooner. I came out to visit some extended "family". I drove to their house on my birthday. This was the first time I've ever traveled on my actual birthday. I was greeted with hugs and kisses and ice cream cake. This = awesome. Intimate time was had and what happens afterwards but I start crying. My need for touch was greater than I had known, or perhaps that I'd given acknowledgement to.
I was supposed to go home today but I'd taken the day off of work tomorrow and as such, I hemmed and hawed about going home tomorrow instead. I sat and tried to decide which I should do when I realized that I don't want to go home. The very idea of going home made me want to cry. This was a surprise that I didn't expect. I called it a bit of separation anxiety but the severe truth of the matter is that the small amount of time I've gotten here has been better than... that which I don't even want to begin thinking about right now.
At least the ride home will be spent in distraction with the guest I'm bringing home with me who will stay for this week. Some days the bars of the cage of my own making press in too close.
I was supposed to go home today but I'd taken the day off of work tomorrow and as such, I hemmed and hawed about going home tomorrow instead. I sat and tried to decide which I should do when I realized that I don't want to go home. The very idea of going home made me want to cry. This was a surprise that I didn't expect. I called it a bit of separation anxiety but the severe truth of the matter is that the small amount of time I've gotten here has been better than... that which I don't even want to begin thinking about right now.
At least the ride home will be spent in distraction with the guest I'm bringing home with me who will stay for this week. Some days the bars of the cage of my own making press in too close.
Day 9- How you hope your future will be like
Hrmm.. Let's see... for my future, I hope to be able to get into an accounting position at some point. I hope to have a house that I had a hand in creating/having built and for my daughter to be happy and healthy. I also hope to have a greater ability to release certain... tensions that get built up and I have a bad tendency, since there isn't anyone less than an hour away to play with, to let things go until I feel like I'm going insane with the need and desire for the necessary touch and playtime.
I don't think that's a lot to ask for. LOL
I don't think that's a lot to ask for. LOL
Day 8- A moment when you felt the most satisfied with your life.
I don't think I can answer this one with just one moment. I'm going to have to add to this one and make it two because, in some ways, my life is a bit compartmentalized. I wish it weren't, but at this time, that's the way it has to be.
The first moment is my favorite moment when I am with Mini-me. In the evening, we have snuggles just before her bedtime. She'll climb up (or I'll pick her up) into my lap and she'll get all close to me so that I can wrap my arms around her and hold her close while we watch an episode of whatever cartoon is on. In this moment, I know that having her was the best choice I ever made. I know in that moment that I would do ANYTHING to protect her and make sure she has the best chances possible to be whatever she wants to be when she grows up. She is my heart, the light of my life, my daughter. Having her is just... well.. it's right.
The other moment is a completely different side of my life. It's the moment after an intimate time with a loved one, when I know I'm wanted and needed. When I know that everything will be ok in the end, because I have that person by my side. When I know I'm not alone. When I know that I belong. Very few things can compare to that feeling.
The first moment is my favorite moment when I am with Mini-me. In the evening, we have snuggles just before her bedtime. She'll climb up (or I'll pick her up) into my lap and she'll get all close to me so that I can wrap my arms around her and hold her close while we watch an episode of whatever cartoon is on. In this moment, I know that having her was the best choice I ever made. I know in that moment that I would do ANYTHING to protect her and make sure she has the best chances possible to be whatever she wants to be when she grows up. She is my heart, the light of my life, my daughter. Having her is just... well.. it's right.
The other moment is a completely different side of my life. It's the moment after an intimate time with a loved one, when I know I'm wanted and needed. When I know that everything will be ok in the end, because I have that person by my side. When I know I'm not alone. When I know that I belong. Very few things can compare to that feeling.
Day 7- The hardest lesson you've had to learn
Wow. Okay, so I knew some of the topics I picked would be difficult, but damn.
I think that, at this time, the hardest lesson I've had to learn is that there are some people that I will never be able to gain approval from. There are some people that I can never please and there are those that I can't be "enough" for. I've had to learn is that I don't HAVE to please everyone, be enough for everyone, or have everyone's approval.
It is difficult sometimes, especially when I'm by myself with no one to talk to, that there are key people out there for whom I AM enough. There are those close companions, friends, and more, that I can please and who accept me for who I am. These people know who they are. They will never know how much I need them and appreciate everything they mean to me (not to mention how much I care about them. :) ).
I think that, at this time, the hardest lesson I've had to learn is that there are some people that I will never be able to gain approval from. There are some people that I can never please and there are those that I can't be "enough" for. I've had to learn is that I don't HAVE to please everyone, be enough for everyone, or have everyone's approval.
It is difficult sometimes, especially when I'm by myself with no one to talk to, that there are key people out there for whom I AM enough. There are those close companions, friends, and more, that I can please and who accept me for who I am. These people know who they are. They will never know how much I need them and appreciate everything they mean to me (not to mention how much I care about them. :) ).
June 23, 2012
Day 6- Write 30 interesting facts about yourself
Okay. This one is going to be a bit difficult because I don't find myself all that interesting. Let's see what I can come up with, and fyi- I'm not placing them in any particular order.
1. The masquerade ball scene in Labyrinth is my favorite part of the entire movie.
2. I know how to play the piano a little bit and plan on continuing to learn how to play at some point in the future.
3. I still have the ability to lactate, even though I stopped breastfeeding when my Mini-me was 9 months old (she's 3 now).
4. I make fantastic coconut-pecan drop cookies.
5. I was once able to bend completely backwards while in heels. I am working on doing my best to regain this amount of flexibility.
6. I once came for about 4 hours straight (hooray multiple orgasms?). No, I could not walk under my own power alone afterwards.
7. I have the ability to be in love with more than one person at the same time. This sometimes makes things... interesting.
8. I blush very easily when I first meet someone. I am not sure why that is, but the more I get to know someone, usually the less I tend to blush. It doesn't become non-existent, just more difficult to achieve.
9. There are times when I look at the world around me (usually when I'm driving. LOL) and I can regain a wonder about the world that I had when I was younger. During these times, I wish that I could stop wherever I am and breathe in the moment, mark it down in my memory banks for later.
10. I have a vampire fetish. Whenever I'm looking for movies in Netflix (my friends can attest to this), I more often than not end up choosing something of a vampirish nature.
11. I love sex. (I know this one is probably a "no durh" one)
12. Blindfolding me and binding me is yummy. It is a great lead into putting me into subspace.
13. I had brain surgery and came out of it pretty much the way I was before, if not a bit better.
14. I am learning Tai Chi and hope to one day have my gold/black sash.
15. I am scared of the ocean. I don't like the way the sand is washed out from under my feet and the pull of the tide makes me nervous.
16. I secretly (or perhaps not so secretly, depending) wish to own a corset dress I saw that costs $500.00...
17. I seriously disdain sleeping alone.
18. I LOVE being a mother. It is one of the best things about my life and something I wouldn't change for anything.
19. I have an affinity for stuffed animals. I don't talk much about it but giving me a stuffed animal is a good way to get on my good side. ;-)
20. I have a serious sense of potty humor. I can't help it. Talking about farts makes me giggle almost every time.
21. I love the smell of freshly sharpened pencils. What I mean by this is the #2 pencils used in schools with the hand cranked pencil sharpener. I used to empty those out when I was in school just so I could catch a whiff of the scent.
22. I am a huge fan of mythology.
23. I have skills in many things, but I don't believe I am an expert at anything.
24. I once tried out to be a stripper. It did not go well.
25. I like organizing other people's things.
26. I have a Scottish accent fetish. Hearing it does funny things to my body... >.>
27. I kicked myself in the head one time by accident.
28. I want to go hang-gliding some day.
29. Nine Inch Nails was the first band I saw in concert.
30. I slept through a tornado one time.
1. The masquerade ball scene in Labyrinth is my favorite part of the entire movie.
2. I know how to play the piano a little bit and plan on continuing to learn how to play at some point in the future.
3. I still have the ability to lactate, even though I stopped breastfeeding when my Mini-me was 9 months old (she's 3 now).
4. I make fantastic coconut-pecan drop cookies.
5. I was once able to bend completely backwards while in heels. I am working on doing my best to regain this amount of flexibility.
6. I once came for about 4 hours straight (hooray multiple orgasms?). No, I could not walk under my own power alone afterwards.
7. I have the ability to be in love with more than one person at the same time. This sometimes makes things... interesting.
8. I blush very easily when I first meet someone. I am not sure why that is, but the more I get to know someone, usually the less I tend to blush. It doesn't become non-existent, just more difficult to achieve.
9. There are times when I look at the world around me (usually when I'm driving. LOL) and I can regain a wonder about the world that I had when I was younger. During these times, I wish that I could stop wherever I am and breathe in the moment, mark it down in my memory banks for later.
10. I have a vampire fetish. Whenever I'm looking for movies in Netflix (my friends can attest to this), I more often than not end up choosing something of a vampirish nature.
11. I love sex. (I know this one is probably a "no durh" one)
12. Blindfolding me and binding me is yummy. It is a great lead into putting me into subspace.
13. I had brain surgery and came out of it pretty much the way I was before, if not a bit better.
14. I am learning Tai Chi and hope to one day have my gold/black sash.
15. I am scared of the ocean. I don't like the way the sand is washed out from under my feet and the pull of the tide makes me nervous.
16. I secretly (or perhaps not so secretly, depending) wish to own a corset dress I saw that costs $500.00...
17. I seriously disdain sleeping alone.
18. I LOVE being a mother. It is one of the best things about my life and something I wouldn't change for anything.
19. I have an affinity for stuffed animals. I don't talk much about it but giving me a stuffed animal is a good way to get on my good side. ;-)
20. I have a serious sense of potty humor. I can't help it. Talking about farts makes me giggle almost every time.
21. I love the smell of freshly sharpened pencils. What I mean by this is the #2 pencils used in schools with the hand cranked pencil sharpener. I used to empty those out when I was in school just so I could catch a whiff of the scent.
22. I am a huge fan of mythology.
23. I have skills in many things, but I don't believe I am an expert at anything.
24. I once tried out to be a stripper. It did not go well.
25. I like organizing other people's things.
26. I have a Scottish accent fetish. Hearing it does funny things to my body... >.>
27. I kicked myself in the head one time by accident.
28. I want to go hang-gliding some day.
29. Nine Inch Nails was the first band I saw in concert.
30. I slept through a tornado one time.
Day 5- Share a website you spend way too much time on, and why
Considering my internet usage is actually very low recently, I can only think of two websites that this would apply to. One of which is Fetlife. I spend time on this website because it allows me to connect with other open minded individuals and it is one of the few places where I can be free about many aspects of who I am.
Fetlife is a space where I can freely share myself without, for the most part, fear of repercussions because someone who may be vanilla saw it and disdains anything to do with that which isn't "normal". That doesn't mean that there aren't arguments started based on opinions presented, but it does offer more freedom to express myself than other spaces allow for.
Fetlife is a space where I can freely share myself without, for the most part, fear of repercussions because someone who may be vanilla saw it and disdains anything to do with that which isn't "normal". That doesn't mean that there aren't arguments started based on opinions presented, but it does offer more freedom to express myself than other spaces allow for.
June 19, 2012
Day 4- Your views on religion
Religion is another topic of much heated debate. I think I shall simply put down my own beliefs on this one, instead of comparing and contrasting the many and varied religions of the world. I'm actually debating on if I want to take World Religion or a foreign language as part of my classes at school. I find the things people believe in or have faith in to be fascinating.
So. What do I believe as far as religion goes? I believe that I do not believe in the vast majority of them. What I do believe is that there is a power greater than I am out there. Whether it is the collective consciousness, or Buddha, or God, or any other number of powers, I couldn't say.
I believe we should thank those that give their lives for our continued existence and I also believe that we should not forget that Mother Nature has the power to destroy us, or bear up fruit for our well-being. I believe there are things out there that we are not able to comprehend and that defy science (even though I absolutely adore science).
There is more than this; however, I have not yet figured out how I truly feel about most of it, aside from the fact that I believe religion is all too often utilized as a way to a means and not as a true belief for all too many people. I can remember when I was younger, going to church after church as my dad tried to find one where he fit in. Each church we went to was filled with hypocrites. They all were fine while in church. Afterwards, the gossip began. Seeing this, I came to understand that for me, whatever worship I undertake, will not be in a church. There are no rules stating you HAVE to go to church or any kind of organized gathering to be able to partake in whatever religion you believe in.
I think that is enough for now, although I might choose to expound on the subject again in the future.
So. What do I believe as far as religion goes? I believe that I do not believe in the vast majority of them. What I do believe is that there is a power greater than I am out there. Whether it is the collective consciousness, or Buddha, or God, or any other number of powers, I couldn't say.
I believe we should thank those that give their lives for our continued existence and I also believe that we should not forget that Mother Nature has the power to destroy us, or bear up fruit for our well-being. I believe there are things out there that we are not able to comprehend and that defy science (even though I absolutely adore science).
There is more than this; however, I have not yet figured out how I truly feel about most of it, aside from the fact that I believe religion is all too often utilized as a way to a means and not as a true belief for all too many people. I can remember when I was younger, going to church after church as my dad tried to find one where he fit in. Each church we went to was filled with hypocrites. They all were fine while in church. Afterwards, the gossip began. Seeing this, I came to understand that for me, whatever worship I undertake, will not be in a church. There are no rules stating you HAVE to go to church or any kind of organized gathering to be able to partake in whatever religion you believe in.
I think that is enough for now, although I might choose to expound on the subject again in the future.
June 18, 2012
Day 3- Your views on drugs and alcohol
Well now. Here's a topic that gets much heated debate across many boards. What do I feel about drugs and alcohol? I think I need to speak on each of these separately.
Drugs
Many things not labeled as "drugs" still work the same way and are technically labeled as such. Society has created a bad aura around the word. Anything that affects the mind and body could be considered a drug when one really thinks about it. What each person does with their body is something beyond my control. I approve of drugs when they are used correctly, so as to alleviate pain or to help someone get better.
What I don't approve of, is using them in such a manner that would cause one to be a danger to themselves and to others. There are drugs that, if used, will cause me to not be in a relationship with someone, simply because I don't wish to be around them, or because having asthma prohibits being around them, which means while they do whatever it is they're doing, I can't be with them. That makes me a sad kippy.
I could go further, but then we get into very direct territory.
Alcohol
It has it's merits. There is a time and a place for it and as with most other things, should be done in moderation. I have been known to imbibe a bit here and there. I don't drink as much as I have in the past and I think that is a good thing. After all, I do like being able to open doors... *mutters, "evil patio door..."*
June 17, 2012
Day 2: Where you’d like to be in 10 years
In 10 years, I want to be finished with school and having obtained my desired certifications (CPA & possibly CFE). I want to be working in an environment that I can truly thrive in (i.e. an accounting position, higher than entrance level). I also want to be in a better position to enjoy more things kink.
I thought perhaps I'd have more to say on this one, but I guess my goals are really simple. I could add in that I also want to have obtained my license for driving a motorcycle and to own a motorcycle by this point as well. I also hope to be MUCH farther along in Tai Chi than I currently am, but then I plan on doing Tai Chi for the rest of my life, so...
Another goal is to have reached my goal size and to have had at least one, if not multiple, sets of good, professional, kinky photos done.
I didn't realize it was this simple, but to actually achieve these goals takes a TON of work.
June 16, 2012
Day 1: The meaning behind your blog name
To discuss this, I actually have to talk about a couple of different names. First, there's my current FL nickname: twinklie. Then there's my previous nickname: kibblesntits. And finally, there's another nickname I go by: squiikitoi.
Squiikitoi is the oldest of all three nicknames and I still use it today. It came from my days of playing World of Warcraft. I had a gnome rogue who had pink bubblegum colored pigtails and she was very mischievous. She was a character that I truly relished playing. she was cute and feisty and didn't take shit from anyone. I adored her. The name for that character stuck with me even after I left the game and it's one that I will always cherish.
Kibblesntits. This was a nickname that I came up with on a whim and it made me laugh. I don't really use it any longer but some people still refer to me by it, so I felt it should be mentioned.
Twinklie is the newest of my nicknames. I created it a couple of years ago because I felt it was time for a change. What I actually wanted to use was twinkie, because well.. I'm soft and squishy with a yummy cream-filled center. That didn't feel quite right though, so I came up with twinklie, with a bit of help. I'm sure it will change again at some point, but who knows to what. My brain is a weird place after all.
30 Days of Blogging
Ok, so to help get myself back into the swing of it, I'm going to create a list of topics for myself to write on, one for each day. I know there are a few days where I will not be able to write, but as soon as I can, I will write on the next topic on the list. So without further adieu, here is the list for this time around.
Day 1- The meaning behind your blog name
Day 2- Where you’d like to be in 10 years
Day 3- Your views on drugs and alcohol
Day 4- Your views on religion
Day 5- Share a website you spend way too much time on, and why
Day 6- Write 30 interesting facts about yourself
Day 7- The hardest lesson you've had to learn
Day 8- A moment when you felt the most satisfied with your life.
Day 9- How you hope your future will be like
Day 10- Offline vs. Online relationships according to your own experiences
Day 11- Put your iPod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up.
Day 12- Bullet your whole day
Day 13- Somewhere you’d like to move or visit
Day 14- A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 15- What makes you different from everyone else
Day 16- Something you crave for a lot
Day 17- Your highs and lows of the past year
Day 18- Your favorite song.
Day 19- Describe your childhood in sounds and smells.
Day 20- How important you think education is
Day 21- One of your favorite shows
Day 22- How have you changed in the past 2 years
Day 23- Give pictures of 5 guys who are famous and who you find attractive
Day 24- Your favorite movie and what it’s about
Day 25- Someone who fascinates you and why
Day 26- What kind of person attracts you
Day 27- Describe the last deep kiss you shared with someone.
Day 28- Something that you miss
Day 29- Make a list of random things you think about.
Day 30- Your least favorite words
June 12, 2012
"About time" Update
So yeah, it's actually way past time, but at least I'm getting to it, right?
I had my surgery in December. Two weeks later I got the staples removed and ended up having to lop off my hair. I'm still not happy about having short hair (even though apparently everyone thinks it's cute.. it's still not me).
The biggest change I've noticed since my surgery is that I've had a SERIOUS downswing in my computer usage. In fact, I've been actively avoiding the computer much of the time. I have only been getting on the computer when I have to. This includes messaging and texting. I've only been messaging with a few people. It's almost like I can't stand to see someone typing me. I want physical contact with them. If it can't be in person, I at least want to hear a voice.
I went back to the neurosurgeon last week for my six month follow up and was told that the incision has healed nicely and I don't have to go for another MRI until December. My hair has pretty much grown right over the entire area and even I have to feel around to find it. Looks like I'll be having an MRI once a year for the rest of my life. Yay me!
On another note, I did graduate on May 14th. No one is happier about that than I am. I've also done my orientation for my next school and class starts August 20th. Onwards and upwards!
I attended SELF this past weekend and that was a very interesting event. I wish I could have stayed the entire weekend, but that wasn't to be. I saw one or two people I knew, met a few new people and the rest.. Well, that's private. *winks*
I will try to be online a bit more, but if you want my attention, the best way to get me is to actually call me (not while I'm at work of course, because I won't be able to answer). It'll be a point in your favor if you do.
May 9, 2012
Somebody that I used to know
Sometimes you cross my mind and my heart hurts with the want of you. I cannot have you. I do not want you. We are done. Yet there you are. Somebody I used to know. Sometimes in the dark, the quiet still of the dark, images take over, feelings and desires from long past overcome me. My hands reach between dripping thighs. Oh how I wish I could rid myself of you. I do not admit this during daylight hours. I cannot, will NOT, go there.
Why does the want of you hit in my lonely times, when no one is available to distract me and keep my mind from circling around you, picking up that one tiny thread that remains attached to my heart and plucking it. I remember well how my heartstrings sung when I was around you. I also remember how you melted them, one by one, cutting into my flesh and pouring lemons into the wounds created by your words.
How is it that it has been so long and yet I don't feel like I have finished grieving over what we had, what we could have been? I pray to the gods that some day you will no longer be a ghost that haunts me. At the very least, I can use the emotions provoked to create beautiful stories that may be enjoyed by others.
I hate you. I never stopped loving you. I am scared of you. I write this in a place where I feel safe because I never shared this space with you. I wish I could be free of you. I wish I had your arms wrapped around me, your words controlling me. But no. I will not go there. You are a poison within me. I wish that I could make you just somebody that I used to know in my heart.
There are times when I am weak.
Why does the want of you hit in my lonely times, when no one is available to distract me and keep my mind from circling around you, picking up that one tiny thread that remains attached to my heart and plucking it. I remember well how my heartstrings sung when I was around you. I also remember how you melted them, one by one, cutting into my flesh and pouring lemons into the wounds created by your words.
How is it that it has been so long and yet I don't feel like I have finished grieving over what we had, what we could have been? I pray to the gods that some day you will no longer be a ghost that haunts me. At the very least, I can use the emotions provoked to create beautiful stories that may be enjoyed by others.
I hate you. I never stopped loving you. I am scared of you. I write this in a place where I feel safe because I never shared this space with you. I wish I could be free of you. I wish I had your arms wrapped around me, your words controlling me. But no. I will not go there. You are a poison within me. I wish that I could make you just somebody that I used to know in my heart.
There are times when I am weak.
The Drums Carry the Rhythm
A bonfire casts light against the night air and figures dance, creating wavy shadows upon the sand as they move. The drums echo into the silence of the sand dunes, carrying long forgotten, instinctive movements along the airwaves. We join them, hand in hand, arms touching, bodies catching the movements and using them, turning the shadows into mated lovers, mirroring them. The air smells of sand and ocean, of sex.
I am swept up in the movement, feeling heady with the scents filling my nostrils, the sights and sounds before me and within me. Your hand trails up my arm and across my shoulder before making it's way down my side, causing me to shiver as your hand flits across my skin before finding a resting place against my lower back, pulling me close to you.
Your hand raises my face to yours and your mouth captures mine, kissing me deeply and dragging a moan from me, helpless to you already. I open my eyes and look into yours, seeing the perigee moon looking back at me, your gaze egging me on, heavy with desire. I press myself closer to you, biting my lip slightly as my hand makes a trail of it's own across your back.
A small hut stands off to the side, providing little more than a place to lay down up off of the sand. We slowly make our way to it, your hand caressing my ass. Upon arrival, you grasp me in a crushing kiss that takes my breath away before bending me over onto the seat within the hut. Your hand flits across my ass before you begin a tempo of your own, beginning soft and slow, stopping here and there to caress once more before continuing on. Swiftly your rhythm increases until I am whimpering and moving underneath you.
Having had enough of this game, you move, thrusting into me swiftly, taking me with the heat of your cock and allowing me no chance to regain any composure before you start fucking me, causing me to cry out and fly even higher. My muscles spasm around your cock as I cum, my orgasm blending itself with the drum beats in the distance.
Still you fuck me, taking your pleasure, wringing every ounce of moisture from my wet cunt. Your nails run down my back, causing a purr to rumble all the way through to your cock before you thrust hard and once more I'm spun off into another orgasm, my juices running down my legs. Your hands wrap around my hips, thrusting your cock harder and faster, causing one orgasm to fall into another and yet another.
Your breathing growing ragged, I can feel your cock grow larger as you get closer and I increase my own rhythm against you, milking your cock, wanting every ounce you give to me. You continue your pace until I begin to wonder if it was my imagination before you finally tumble over the precipice and cum with me.
Gathering our wits about us, we make our way back to the bonfire and bid a fond farewell to others still enjoying the party and getting a grin in return as they see the satisfied smiles on our faces. We return to the house, taking a shower to ensure sand isn't in unwanted places, before falling into bed, our arms entangled. Our breathing relaxes, providing a perfect counterpart to each other.
April 13, 2012
Happy Anniversary
It's our anniversary. It's a very special affair to celebrate a long lasting relationship and we desire to carry out such a memorable event in style. You've chosen to wear your formal plaids and I am accompanying you in attire that is suitable and looks becoming when I am situated in my place in front and just to the right of you, your hand caressing my lower back as we enter the building.
Numerous voices call your name and you are greeted warmly by still others. As we move through the throng, I nod and smile, nervous, not knowing anyone other than you. Dining begins and the lively conversation takes hold as everyone enjoys the meal. Someone catches my ear when she says, "Well, what have you waited this long for? Just do it!" Before I can turn to see what is being spoken of, your hand has grasped the hair at the nape of my neck and your lips push against mine, taking me in a kiss that says I am not in control and would be stupid to think otherwise.
When our lips finally part, I am breathless and stunned by the suddenness of the kiss. Your lips whisper beside my ear, "Cum for me, little one." Helpless to do anything but respond, my orgasm starts. I am able to hold it back and keep quiet. This does not last long as you push me further, your hand trailing up the inside of my thigh.
"That's right. Louder. I want everyone to hear you cum for me," you say as your hand trails ever further up, finding the soft folds of my cunt lips, slick with my arousal. My moans and whimpers strengthen in volume as your hand moves its way inside my pussy, working magic with your fingers. The room is forgotten as my mind fills with your scent, your touch inside me and your voice in my ears.
You slowly remove your fingers and bring them to my lips, waiting for me to take them in, to taste my own juices and to clean with my tongue while doing so. You then stand, taking me by the hand and lead me to a sitting area just off the side of the dining hall. This area is darker than the dining hall, with shadows flitting here and there, making figures dance along the walls. You seat me on a chaise lounge, leaning me back softly.
Moving to stand over me, you lift up your kilt, showing me your cock, before you bring it to my lips, to be taken in all the way, my lips and tongue working their way up and down the length of you, feeling you grow harder even as I moan around you, my desire ever increasing. Behind you, I feel hands on my thighs, spreading my legs, lifting my skirt, fingers at my pussy, confirming my desire before feeling another cock plunging itself into me, thrusting hard and fast from the very beginning.
Not knowing who he is, all I can do is to continue worshiping your cock while he feels me with his, moving fast, hard, and deeply, causing me to clench my muscles around him as another orgasm shakes through me. Your cock continues fucking my face while he continues fucking my cunt, his cock growing larger as he gets closer to his own orgasm before finally he comes, the sounds causing me to orgasm again, moaning and thrashing under you, unable to control myself.
You move, taking your cock out of my mouth, only for another cock to take its place. I begin licking and sucking anew, finding my way around every vein and curve, looking for that sweet spot that will make his toes curl. That is, at least until another cock enters my dripping cunt, this time slowly, as if to take in the feeling of each inch, torturing me in the process, my hips trembling in desire, before pounding in deeply and holding there as my muscles clench around him, trying to egg him on, make him start again. My hips unconsciously move even as my lips and tongue continue moving along the cock in my mouth.
Suddenly, both cocks begin thrusting at the same time and the movements send me over the edge yet again. Both cocks still thrusting, as my orgasm trails into another and another, unable to stop until both men cum, their growls and moans echoing down along the hall until they disappear unto the ether.
Their release completed, they retire back to their previous positions. I am not alone for long when you come back and advise me it would be best if I got up onto my hands and knees. Knowing my place, I do as I'm told without another word. Once in position, I feel your hands lifting up my skirt, spreading my ass cheeks and then a finger enters my ass. First one finger, then two, covered in soft, slick, lubrication. Once you feel I've been opened up enough, you position yourself behind me, your cock slowly sliding in until you're buried deeply inside, as far as you can go.
You start moving slowly, gaining speed until the sound of your balls slapping against me can be heard as you fuck my ass fast and hard. My hand has wound its way to my pussy, moving to and fro across my clit until I burst into orgasm again. Your hand begins my ass, spurring my orgasm further with each swat until I am shuddering under you with no further prompting necessary as you take your pleasure from me, ever increasing in intensity until you feel I have been used enough. Your pleasure takes over and cum, feeling my orgasm wash through me again, causing my muscles to spasm around you once more, milking you for every last drop.
Our time in this place has closed to a draw and so we stand, me wobbling as I do so, and we straighten our garments as best we can, before taking our leave and making our way back home. Once home, the bed beckons us with its sweet embrace and before falling into the dreamless sleep of the thoroughly used and satiated, I whisper, "I love you. Thank you for such a wonderful evening."
"You're mine now and always. I love you. Happy anniversary, my sweet little slut."
April 3, 2012
Tai Chi
As many of you may know, I recently started taking Tai Chi lessons. It is something that I've wanted to do for a long time and I finally decided to just do it and make the finances work around it. It is a decision that I am happy with thus far. The facility is clean and the employees are friendly. I have been made to feel like a member of the team from everyone and that is important. The teacher (herein referenced to as "Shifu") is an honest to goodness Shaolin fighting monk from China and is incredible. I have also been given the go ahead for volunteering in their front office and I'm excited by this prospect. Let's hope it turns out well!
I chose Tai Chi and Qi Gong (both are taught in this class) because it begins with becoming more aware of myself internally and deals with Chi/energy. Since I've started taking Tai Chi, I apparently sound "well fucked" after my lessons. This has been said by several people that don't even know each other and I have to admit it makes me giggle, but there is a truth in those words. After I've had a class/lesson, I feel more relaxed and centered. I feel calm and in some ways almost giddy. I consider this a very good thing. I just wish I had someone to go with me, that I could share this with.
There have been several times when Shifu has told us something in class regarding energy, about how it works and how we should gain control of it and allow it to flow properly throughout our bodies. Each time he does, it almost catches me by surprise because it reflects what I have felt to be true. The difference here is that I finally have an experienced teacher showing me HOW TO DO IT. This makes me so very happy. I know there is sooo much to learn and that I can't rush it. Doing this just FEELS right. It resonates through every bone and if I could, I'd go to every class that's offered.
For a long time, I have wavered, almost floating on a sea of religion, taking in one, rolling it around in my head and then discarding it because it didn't feel right or whatever the case was that would cause me to decide it wasn't a good fit. Here, I almost feel like I've got the beginnings of something that fits with how I feel internally that the world works. I may have to tweak it a bit to encompass other things but I'm only just beginning on this journey. I only know that had I closed this door before it had really been opened, I would always have wondered. At least now I can see it through and see where it takes me.
I chose Tai Chi and Qi Gong (both are taught in this class) because it begins with becoming more aware of myself internally and deals with Chi/energy. Since I've started taking Tai Chi, I apparently sound "well fucked" after my lessons. This has been said by several people that don't even know each other and I have to admit it makes me giggle, but there is a truth in those words. After I've had a class/lesson, I feel more relaxed and centered. I feel calm and in some ways almost giddy. I consider this a very good thing. I just wish I had someone to go with me, that I could share this with.
There have been several times when Shifu has told us something in class regarding energy, about how it works and how we should gain control of it and allow it to flow properly throughout our bodies. Each time he does, it almost catches me by surprise because it reflects what I have felt to be true. The difference here is that I finally have an experienced teacher showing me HOW TO DO IT. This makes me so very happy. I know there is sooo much to learn and that I can't rush it. Doing this just FEELS right. It resonates through every bone and if I could, I'd go to every class that's offered.
For a long time, I have wavered, almost floating on a sea of religion, taking in one, rolling it around in my head and then discarding it because it didn't feel right or whatever the case was that would cause me to decide it wasn't a good fit. Here, I almost feel like I've got the beginnings of something that fits with how I feel internally that the world works. I may have to tweak it a bit to encompass other things but I'm only just beginning on this journey. I only know that had I closed this door before it had really been opened, I would always have wondered. At least now I can see it through and see where it takes me.
March 31, 2012
Special Occasions Such as Easter
I realized today that I have a disdain for people that don't dress up for special occasions. We decided to take Mini-me to an Easter egg hunt today. When I was growing up, Easter events and other special occasions meant that everyone dressed in their Sunday best. It was one of the few times we got to dress in a nice dress and get pretty dress shoes.
I have to admit that I enjoyed those times because I didn't get new things very often. When we went to the egg hunt today, not only was Mini-me one of two kids I saw dressed (in what I consider) nicely, I was the ONLY female there that was in a skirt. I realized afterwards that this really bugged me. I believe that when it is a special occasion, you should take the opportunity to allow yourself to dress your best. Maybe it's old fashioned, but it's something that I will be teaching my little one.
Could it be that I'm developing a sense of propriety for certain occasions? O.o
I have to admit that I enjoyed those times because I didn't get new things very often. When we went to the egg hunt today, not only was Mini-me one of two kids I saw dressed (in what I consider) nicely, I was the ONLY female there that was in a skirt. I realized afterwards that this really bugged me. I believe that when it is a special occasion, you should take the opportunity to allow yourself to dress your best. Maybe it's old fashioned, but it's something that I will be teaching my little one.
Could it be that I'm developing a sense of propriety for certain occasions? O.o
March 7, 2012
Yay new updates!
I realize I haven't written much lately. And it's not because I've been crazy busy like I was most of the last half of last year. Since I had my surgery, I've found myself actively avoiding the internet and the computer all together. There for a while, I was pretty much only answering texts and messages from a select few people. Someone said it was because my priorities had changed. I don't believe this to be the case. What was happening was that I wanted a more personal "touch" from those around me. I wanted the physical and when that wasn't to be had, the vocal. I wanted to FEEL those around me, not just see their messages scroll across whatever screen I was looking at.
Recently, I've been able to get a bit of what I need and it has helped. I'm not entirely back yet, but I'm working on it. I still have a great need for some energy work and more physical touch, but at least I'm not as bad off as I was a couple of weeks ago. Hopefully the coming months will be even better.
On a completely different topic, I'm going to be taking Tai Chi. I'm starting it off with Qi Gong, will move into Tai Gong and then eventually Tai Chi. I'm looking very forward to this because it's something I've wanted to do for a long time and will help me work on learning how to do more with my personal energy. I've thought about it for a bit and the more I've thought about it, the more right it's felt. I sincerely hope it works out.
And about school: I'm partway into my last class and it's going well. I should be graduating in May/June. More information to come as I get it. I've also made my decision about which school I'm going to for my BA and now I just have to get everything together to put in my application. I so can't wait to be done with school. *falls over*
Other than that, I'm working my tail off as usual at work. I'm going to be asking what it takes to get a promotion when they do our annual reviews, which should hopefully be sometime within the next three weeks. Wish me luck!
Recently, I've been able to get a bit of what I need and it has helped. I'm not entirely back yet, but I'm working on it. I still have a great need for some energy work and more physical touch, but at least I'm not as bad off as I was a couple of weeks ago. Hopefully the coming months will be even better.
On a completely different topic, I'm going to be taking Tai Chi. I'm starting it off with Qi Gong, will move into Tai Gong and then eventually Tai Chi. I'm looking very forward to this because it's something I've wanted to do for a long time and will help me work on learning how to do more with my personal energy. I've thought about it for a bit and the more I've thought about it, the more right it's felt. I sincerely hope it works out.
And about school: I'm partway into my last class and it's going well. I should be graduating in May/June. More information to come as I get it. I've also made my decision about which school I'm going to for my BA and now I just have to get everything together to put in my application. I so can't wait to be done with school. *falls over*
Other than that, I'm working my tail off as usual at work. I'm going to be asking what it takes to get a promotion when they do our annual reviews, which should hopefully be sometime within the next three weeks. Wish me luck!
January 13, 2012
Updates and Whatnot
Ok, so the last time I posted was like, in November. At that time, I had just found out that I had a "meningioma", which is a tumor located on the lining of one's brain. I had also ascertained I would have it removed, posthaste before it grew any larger and started causing problems.
I had surgery on December 15th and just had my one month follow up with the neurosurgeon. He said the incision looks great and has released me to go back to work this coming Monday with no restrictions. He had also put me on anti-seizure medication immediately after the surgery, as a precaution. I no longer have to take it and stopped taking it following my appointment this past Wednesday. Over yesterday and today I have already noticed an increase in my energy levels and attribute this to anti-seizure meds. I'm VERY happy to have energy again, instead of feeling all lethargic and tired all the time.
Also, the Monday before my surgery, I had my finals for school. I'm so very happy to say that I made an A in both classes. Those that heard me ranting and raving about my Macroeconomics class will understand how happy I am considering I would have been happy with simply passing the class by the end of the semester. I am not skipping a semester because of my surgery. I have already enrolled and have my book for next semester. Classes begin on Tuesday but as my class is an "in-class" class and is on Mondays, I actually don't have class until the following Monday. This gives me a week to get used to being back to work. The last day of class is officially May 11th and then I will be graduating with my Associates in Accounting. I'll be halfway there, at last.
I've already contacted the two schools but I have to apply for admission before they'll really talk to me about anything. I think I'm going to skip summer semester so as to give myself plenty of time to make sure I have everything together. This gives me until June 1st to have applied and been accepted to both schools, or somewhere thereabouts. After the rush of the last... 7 or so months, I do not feel like rushing again right now and I'm not going to push myself. It took me the entire month I've been out of work to both recuperate from the surgery and the stress I'd been under. I'd like to not be quite so stressed again for a little while, thanks.
I also had another bout with my ear, having the tinnitus and low pitch hearing loss. I went to the ENT who put me on another dosage of prednisone and is also wondering if it might be something called "Meniere's Disease" which essentially means there is something that is triggering these episodes and it's a matter of figuring out what it is and keeping it under control, if possible. Otherwise, not much can be done. I have my follow up with the ENT this coming Tuesday.
I have headaches every day, thanks to the surgery, but as time and healing continues, the headaches are decreasing in frequency. I also have issues with eating, since they had to separate one of the muscles the jaw uses to get to the area where the tumor was. The doctor said this is normal and that it could last for months, until the muscle reattaches to the bone and finishes healing. It's annoying, but I'm not going to complain because it could have been MUCH worse.
During my time off, I've finished the bib I was making for my supervisor who's wife is expecting in March and I've started working on the next project for my Mini-me. It looks ok so far and we'll see how it turns out in the end. So the next steps- going back to work on Monday and then starting school again the following Monday. I also want to continue working on getting my stamina back up to normal levels and continue making progress on Mini-me's project. I have 2 others behind that one that should be fun to do as well but I will get to them whenever I do.
Also on the list of upcoming things to do is getting back into the swing of losing weight. I haven't gained entirely back to where I was and the plan is to get started again to make my goal weight. I'm not making any promises but I've already started by cutting back on the amount of cokes I've been drinking and I also plan to be eating more homemade meals instead of fast food.
All in all, I think things are going well. I haven't figured out what to do with my hair yet, but I think I need to wait just a bit longer to let the incision area finish healing up. I'm still thinking of cutting the underside of that whole side short and dying it purple... Teeheehee.
I had surgery on December 15th and just had my one month follow up with the neurosurgeon. He said the incision looks great and has released me to go back to work this coming Monday with no restrictions. He had also put me on anti-seizure medication immediately after the surgery, as a precaution. I no longer have to take it and stopped taking it following my appointment this past Wednesday. Over yesterday and today I have already noticed an increase in my energy levels and attribute this to anti-seizure meds. I'm VERY happy to have energy again, instead of feeling all lethargic and tired all the time.
Also, the Monday before my surgery, I had my finals for school. I'm so very happy to say that I made an A in both classes. Those that heard me ranting and raving about my Macroeconomics class will understand how happy I am considering I would have been happy with simply passing the class by the end of the semester. I am not skipping a semester because of my surgery. I have already enrolled and have my book for next semester. Classes begin on Tuesday but as my class is an "in-class" class and is on Mondays, I actually don't have class until the following Monday. This gives me a week to get used to being back to work. The last day of class is officially May 11th and then I will be graduating with my Associates in Accounting. I'll be halfway there, at last.
I've already contacted the two schools but I have to apply for admission before they'll really talk to me about anything. I think I'm going to skip summer semester so as to give myself plenty of time to make sure I have everything together. This gives me until June 1st to have applied and been accepted to both schools, or somewhere thereabouts. After the rush of the last... 7 or so months, I do not feel like rushing again right now and I'm not going to push myself. It took me the entire month I've been out of work to both recuperate from the surgery and the stress I'd been under. I'd like to not be quite so stressed again for a little while, thanks.
I also had another bout with my ear, having the tinnitus and low pitch hearing loss. I went to the ENT who put me on another dosage of prednisone and is also wondering if it might be something called "Meniere's Disease" which essentially means there is something that is triggering these episodes and it's a matter of figuring out what it is and keeping it under control, if possible. Otherwise, not much can be done. I have my follow up with the ENT this coming Tuesday.
I have headaches every day, thanks to the surgery, but as time and healing continues, the headaches are decreasing in frequency. I also have issues with eating, since they had to separate one of the muscles the jaw uses to get to the area where the tumor was. The doctor said this is normal and that it could last for months, until the muscle reattaches to the bone and finishes healing. It's annoying, but I'm not going to complain because it could have been MUCH worse.
During my time off, I've finished the bib I was making for my supervisor who's wife is expecting in March and I've started working on the next project for my Mini-me. It looks ok so far and we'll see how it turns out in the end. So the next steps- going back to work on Monday and then starting school again the following Monday. I also want to continue working on getting my stamina back up to normal levels and continue making progress on Mini-me's project. I have 2 others behind that one that should be fun to do as well but I will get to them whenever I do.
Also on the list of upcoming things to do is getting back into the swing of losing weight. I haven't gained entirely back to where I was and the plan is to get started again to make my goal weight. I'm not making any promises but I've already started by cutting back on the amount of cokes I've been drinking and I also plan to be eating more homemade meals instead of fast food.
All in all, I think things are going well. I haven't figured out what to do with my hair yet, but I think I need to wait just a bit longer to let the incision area finish healing up. I'm still thinking of cutting the underside of that whole side short and dying it purple... Teeheehee.
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