She will be mine

Phoenix Ascending

After 3 years in planning, countless sit downs with tattoo artists, and endless hours searching for the right artwork as a starting point for my tattoo, I think I have found the right artist.



To say I am excited is an understatement.



I go back in on Tuesday for my first view of MY phoenix.



And to feel the sting of the needle...

Rapunzel on film

Summertime

And the living is easy...

Spending lots of time at the pool lately. Checking out the wildlife. My god, do women even look at the mirror before they walk out of the house? The men aren't much better.

I think I have Tourette's when it comes to breasts. I want to squeeze every set of shapely knockers that come my way. I can barely stop myself from yelling, "BOOBIES!!" when this particular woman comes to the pool. I wonder if she can lay flat on her tummie with those huge silicone floatation devices on her chest.



My friends have told me that I am a bad heterosexual. I have to agree. Especially when I catch myself fantacizing about grabbing the woman in the polka dot bikini by the hips and kissing her roughly, while I should be watching my cubs swimming in the pool.

30 days

until my 30th birthday.



How shall I spend the last few days in my 20's?

Rapunzel let down her hair

and cut 10 inches of it off.

Still enough for someone to pull but so much lighter.

So much cooler with the summer's heat and humidity.

So

.

much

.

more

.

me.

Not a good idea

to try to shave your bikini line while accompanied by your young children.

Just saying.

I tried to do it quickly and on the D/L...

I came out looking like I had been attacked by a crazy weed wacker. Bald in some spots and still bushy in others. Not a good look.

To fix it, I shaved myself COMPLETELY bald.

I hate this look on myself. Nothing like looking down to see a pre-pubescent pussy smiling up at you.

But I can tell you that since I became totally bare a couple of hours ago, I have touched myself more than in the past week. It's soft and silky. Masturbation has taken on a whole new feel.

Too bad growing back the hair is the real pain in the ass. Or would it be pain in the crotch?.... maybe "itch in the crotch" would be more aptly phrased?

Bonus Link:

Bald Pussy

I want

a girlfriend.

Someone who is experienced with another woman or maybe not.

Curves, smooth skin, plush lips.

YUM.

That is all.

Mama Bear Vs. Mama Lion

Who would win?

I posed this question because a friend recently told me I was an awesome lioness, protective of her cubs and sleek, stealthy and bad ass.

While I appreciated the compliment, I told him that I was much more akin to a mother bear.

Fierce and protective, willing to fight for my cubs at the slightest provacation, never allowing them to come in harm's way. And most of all, there was no way in hell I would let some bad ass motherfucker come around, kill my kids just so I would come into heat to give birth to his offsprings. Fuck that.

Lionesses are awesome but they have a trait that I will never posess. The need for a man to protect them. And in that need they allow their young to fall vistim when there is a change in power within the pride.

So call me a mama bear and I will gladly accept the title. So what they carry a little extra weight? Don't we all once we have children? lol

A full cycle

There was a 3+ year break from the time my marriage finally fell apart to when I connected with my LMF in that I was totally sexually INACTIVE.

In the beginning I missed sex desperately. But I think I missed the connection with my partner, my (ex)husband, the father of my children. Also I was trying to cover up the fact that everything was falling to shit with a roll in the hay. But his constant popping of painkiller extinguished his sex drive and I was left feeling rejected and unworthy.

Fast forward... I am newly single. Have a body that is so much different that the last time I was single. I have been a round goddess, filled with an unborn child. I have birthed, I have nurtured and sustained life with my own breasts. Still unsure of myself and not ready to expose myself to any one new.

Another year, I am ready to fuck just about anyone or anything that comes my way.... and I do in a way. I wind up having sex with someone younger than me. 7 years younger than me. And it was wonderful. He and I both enjoyed ourselves immensely. I had a young stud - hard body, soft skin, willing to please me for hours on end, who fullfilled my every request, even when he was unsure of it. Like when I told him to smack my ass as I came. LOL He had me, fully and completely. He enjoyed a woman who was sure of herself in bed. Willing to be adventurous. Pushing him to be more assertive, which he readily did.

A few more months added, I meet my LMF. In my mind, I was only in it for a one night stand... and it wound up lasting 7 months. And turned into a friendship that involved a lot of sex. Now we aren't sleeping together but remain friends, which is fine. Our relationship served a purpose. I learned that sex with a man doesn't have to be about degradation or feeling used after the fact.

And it has been one month since that transistion. One full cycle, bleeding to ovulation, feeling as though I am in heat, and back to moon time. I am still exploring myself, sexuality and sex... without being sexually active with anyone. Frustrating at times and fullfilling in other ways.

What did you do on Friday?

What a lazy Friday afternoon I had.

Thunderstorms were threatening so it ruled out the chance to go to the pool and swim. It was too hot to do much of anything else. The birds were all but silenced as the heat rose upward to 90 degrees.

So as the cubs napped, I retreated to my own cool bedroom, feeling the need to release. It's been over a month and a half since I have been intimate with anyone other than myself and almost 3 weeks since had an orgasm. It was time.

As I was laying in bed, my skirt hiked up to my hips, my fingers wandering over my body and deftly landing on my clit the thought entered my mind, "I wonder if I can make myself squirt when I climax?"... and I set out on trying to become a woman who GUSHES copiously.

The first orgasm was just a warm up. Slow and prolonged.

The second I explored my g-spot with one hand as the other toyed with my clit. I felt a fullness as I came. No gushing.

The third orgasm was with the addition of a dildo. Again playing my my g-spot and clit. Totally different sensation cumming with the phallic rod filling me. Still experienced a heaviness/fullness kind of sensation as I climaxed.

The fourth time was purely wanting to cum. No need to gush. Just wanted to feel the ripples of the orgasm wash over me. And I did.

What I have learned, I need to relax more when I come. No tensing my pelvic floor as the orgasm builds and crests. Maybe even bear down a little as I cum?

I also realized that I miss physically having a man available to me. I miss the feeling of having a hard body next to me, their hard member inside of me. Their strong hands touching me. The plushness of their lips in direct contrast to the stubble of the facial hair kissing me. I miss the sound of a baritone voice saying my name.

Yes, they are mine and 100% natural.

On the bathroom stall