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.
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