Catching the Bus

The picture in the previous post was from my self proclaimed Slut Book. It goes with me just about everywhere. The words that are written in it are only written in red ink. Honestly is there any other color in which to use when entering in intimate details of sex, lust, spankings and cum?

While still in Barbados, sitting across the table from LMF, I jotted down those few words. A good meal and Rum Punch working on my libido, I turned the book over to LMF. The first time I had let him read my words prior to them making it to the blog. His eyes danced over my written sentiments, noting that I write in cursive. Watching his eyes scan across the page, I felt myself grow more and more aroused, knowing he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Our bill was quickly paid and our drink taken to go. We walked across the street and took in the sights of the bay. The ocean lapping at the boardwalk. Good god I wanted him to take me right there. Pull up my skirt. Bend me over. Fuck me for all the world to see. Let them hear me cry out in pleasure as you bore down on me. 

Instead we strolled down the street, arm in arm to the next bus stop. Leisurely pace. He leaned against the post at the bus stop and I pressed my back against him. Relishing the feel of his warm body against me in the sultry heat of the tropical night's air. He kissed my neck. I sigh, loving the shivers it send up and down my spine. His hand trails from my shoulder, caressing my stomach, playfully squeezing my hip and in a moment reaches up my skirt and his fingers enter me. 

Deliciously but ruthlessly finger fucking me in public. I stifle my moans.  And start to lean forward to grant him better access. His other hand reaches across my body and pulls me upright as he warns me not to do that. 

I dare not cross him because I do not want this moment to end.

A note from Barbados

Swing, swing, swing

Her body was soft and supple. Tight ass and pert breasts. God, how I could have spent hours worshipping her and inhaling her scents. Skin so smooth that I felt I was touching velvet at times... except the slight stubble between her legs.

LMF and I got in touch with a wonderful couple in the beginning of September and we all seemed to get along fine. We had a hit and miss meeting, no harm done because we missed each other in hecticness if the day but it made me realize how nervous I was in meeting and being intimate with another woman. My first woman!

Our trip to Barbados put another hold in our plans to meet. But finally last night the four of us FINALLY got together. LMF and I waiting on their arrival started to panic when it was 45 minutes past the designated time. While sitting on his front steps, I looked at him and asked, "Did we get stood up?". Thankfully minutes later we see an unfamiliar car drive slowly by and recognize each other and wave. Butterflies race through not just my stomach but my whole being.

We wind up going out for dinner and drinks (we'll 3 of the 4 of us had drinks) and chatted, broke the ice and playfully flirted. At times I felt as though my brain and tongue with unconnected. I felt clumsy and aloof trying to say simple words. Ahhhhh nerves at their best!

We went to the bathroom together and god all I wanted to do was press my breasts and hips against her as I kissed her for the first time... but too nervous to make the first move, I held back. Plus I thought it would be in bad "swinging form" to accost her in the loo while the boys were waiting for us at the table. Instead, I told her how nervous I was yet so happy that we had finally made this happen... whatever this turned out to be.

A short ride home and we are all lounging about in LMF's living room. Again, I was too scared to make the first move. Thinking about all the what if's I was paralaized. Subtly, LMF tried to coax me to intiate things and laughingly I said to him, "I DON'T KNOW HOW!!" He whispered in my ear, "Either you kiss her or I will" and with that he went, got something to drink from the kitchen and instead of sitting next to me on the chair and ottoman he asked if there was room for himself on the couch. He snuggled into his spot and then invited me over. 

I crawled up next to him and kissed him. My heart racing with anticipation. My brain overloaded with thoughts of her. I buried my face into his chest. LMF then flipped me over his lap and settled me into the spot between her and himself. I could see she was nervous a bit too. Her husband's hand around her hip, slowly stroking her body. 

I close my eyes for a moment and then I feel a delicate touch on my thigh. My wrap dress had fallen open to reveal my leg and thigh and HER hands were exploring the delicate skin of my inner thigh, from knee to mid thigh. Involuntarily, I sighed a breath of enjoyment and began to settle into the moment.  I felt LMF leave his place from behind me but no longer cared that he wasn't there to steady or reassure me. I was only registering her delicate kisses on my lips, my neck, trailing downward to my chest. 

He came back only moments later to find my dress half off and said something to the effect of , "I leave for a second and missed a whole lot, huh?" But thank you LMF for setting the scene by lighting the candles in the room and making things comfortable for the activities to come.

Her touch was soft and sweet. Kisses timid at first until we both realized each others rhythms.  I

wanted to do so much to her, with her, have done to me. I could have laid with her for hours, discovering every inch of her beautiful body. Her sighs were like music to my ears, encouraging me to do more, making me wet with lust as I lapped at her sweetness. Our time together was all too short, in my opinion. 

As we laid with each other, basking in the sweetness of one another, coming back to Earth, we both realize that there are the men to be attended to. We kissed our own men and then handed them off to one another.

Barbados in detail

I haven't been able to get into the blogging mood since getting back. Too much going on with the cubs and settling back into normal life while longing to be back in paradise. I've stolen LMF's blog post to tell you all a little of our adventure. The juicy tibdits will follow.

To start off, Barbados was simply amazing.  I recommend it to anybody who isn't afraid of the sun and or humidity, driving on the wrong side of the road or realizing that as a white person from the US you are the minority in every way.  
Our trip to Barbados really didn't start off with the kind of bang we'd hoped for.  We arrived in Charlotte with plenty of time, breezed through security and plopped ourselves down at our gate.  Not too long after our plane arrived with avionics problems and parts were dispatched from Raleigh by car.  The "gate keepers" told us they'd be here in 2 hours which is a total crock since it takes 2.5 hours to get from RDU to CLT by car.  I hurried up and got on the phone with AA to find alternate transport.  





Our new flight took us from Charlotte to La Guardia in NYC.  From there we would be driven to the other side of Long Island to JFK where we'd spend the night and take an Air Jamaica flight to Barbados.  Almost exactly 12 hours later than our original flight.  After pitching a minor hissy fit we were upgraded to first class SCORE!!!! So off we went to NYC.....



On our way there we discovered that there was another couple flying to Barbados as well, so we all started chatting it up and decided to take the same transport to JFK to keep everybody company.  Turns out they are from Black Mountain... go fucking figure right?

Our hotel at JFK sucks pretty badly but the company is good, and the $7 Corona's well they tasted like Corona.  Rise and shine at 3:00AM to catch our new plane and off we go!

Well not exactly... remember how I told you we got upgraded to first class?  Well we even had tickets that very clearly said first class on them, but when we got to JFK and AJ we were told that AA had reissued our tickets in coach.  I was pissed.  It's one thing to tell somebody "no you can't have that" and be done with it.  It's quite another thing to say "oh look I gave you first class because you got screwed." and then to take it away.  So I actually paid to upgrade to first class and I'm going to take that money out of AA ass one way or another -evil grin-


Yeah that's not a sunset.... BLARGH!!!

The flight to Barbados was great... Rapunzel had a few Xanex and we each took one so pretty much after breakfast and a couple very strong vodka drinks.... 

We were out and didn't wake up again till we were flying over the chain of Caribbean islands that culminates in Barbados!  The Island furthest east and damn near the furthest south.  




We disembarked into the brilliant sun, clean smell and amazing heat of noon near the equator.  For some reason I was told I couldn't take this picture, but I already had so fuck em.




Our first two days on the Island were a mix.  Our travel company Cheapcaribbean.com sucked pretty badly, and our hotel was just crawling with whiney stupid Americans.  On the flip side we walked about 6 or 7 miles and really got a hang for how the roads, cars, and people worked on the Island.  We also discovered that in the off season shit closes down.  Banks Brewery was closed, but we still got free beer!



The George Washington House was closed too, which we didn't find out till we trudged through the day's rain.  Our hotel is less than a mile from the GW House... you'd think they'd know it was closed???



Oh well!  After tramping all over the south end of Bridgetown and then in the opposite direction along the south shore we decided to do some ring shopping.  



Rapunzel liked the middle one the best, citing it's art deco design.  Personally I loved the Sapphire because it was different, cheaper, and both my birthstone and the stone of the month we were "getting married" in.

No, we didn't buy one... it's all for pictures... you'll see later :)

The next day we headed up to Bridgetown on the bus, Holy moly the buses rock in Barbados!!! After two days of walking we realized that for $0.75 American you can pretty much take the bus anywhere on the island, and they really do go EVERYWHERE!

We made a circuit around Bridgetown, not really impressed by the town, too hot, to crowded and not much there.  We did get to see the Bajan* Parliament building though. 

*Bajan is pronounced Beigen  Not like Baja with an n on the end.  



The rest of the week blurred together as we came to Friday.  Friday is the big Oistens Fish fry where one of the Fishing ports opens up and the vendors sell oodles of beer and fish to the public.  We headed down there with our friends Chris and Danielle (from Black Mountain) and after making a circuit of the place to get an idea of what was offered we decided to eat with Althea pictured below since she came across as really sweet and well she gave Rapunzel a 50% discount for being the beauty she is.  

As we sat down we asked if perhaps she had Lobster.  She told us "of course we could have lobster, no problem, Althea with take good care of you!" She even asked if we wanted big lobsters.  Since she'd quoted us a price of $40, $40, $40, and $20 BDS for the entire group we of course voted for 2 large lobsters and two orders of other types of fish.  She came back with our food and simply the most gigantic lobster I'd ever seen in my life.  They were probably right around 3+ pounds each.  



After dinner was over our lovely lady Althea came back to collect our tab but things had changed a little bit.  All of a sudden she wanted $180 BDS for each lobster!!  That's $90 USD.  We were stunned, we argued and eventually took our complaint to the "lobster man" who sold Althea our dinner.  After a good big of haggling and arguing we settled on $80 each which we felt was more than fair.  

After dinner we drank a good bit more, walked around Oistens, watched the local constabulary drink a few beers, and finally hopped the bus back to our separate hotels.

Saturday (my birthday) we'd planned a snorkeling trip out to see the turtles and do a little wreck diving.  As we left the weather was beautiful and all 9 of us on the boat were excited to see the sights.  

I'm so glad that I was still able to swim and at least snorkel since this was without a doubt the highlight of our trip for me.  Rapunzel and I with our freshly learned skills, and new gear spent the majority of our time dive to the 15 and 20 foot depths to view the coral reefs, the wreck and of course the beautiful turtles from every angle and as close as we wanted.  I really can't wait to get back in the ocean with some scuba gear and do it all over again with a little O2 to keep me going :)





On our way back though we hit a bit of a small storm.... 6 foot waves for our 18 foot boat, 60+MPH winds and rain pounding down on our poor soft skin with the ferocity of hale stones!  It was to say the least an exciting ride back to the harbor.  The few pictures I have can't even begin to show just how violent this storm was, and how it beat down on us.  



That night Rapunzel and I decided to continue my tradition started by an exgirlfriend of mine of going out to several different places to eat appetizers and drinks.  We only managed to go to two different places but the food was delicious, the company beautiful and half way through the evening we made friends with a girl named Elizabeth who had the sad sad job of living in Miami and working all across the Caribbean.  This was her first night in Barbados, and I think her first day on the job outside of the US.  

Rapunzel tried to surprise me with a happy birthday dessert, but I knew the trick all too well having pulled it myself and so the embarrassment of being singled out was all the surprise she had to go on ;) 

Sunday turned out to be a beautiful day and just perfect for our devious plans.  Rapunzel donned her lovely wedding dress and we went off to snap a few pictures before the "wedding"

After that I dressed up myself and off we went to be married....

Sunday we decided it was time to see the WHOLE island, all 22 miles of it.  So we rented a car and I decided to drive the little backwards bugger as the Bajan's drive British style!



Rapunzel pretended to freak out while I was driving, but only really freaked out while going through a round-about where she didn't realize I was supposed to be in the right lane.  All in all I have to say that driving on the left side of the road is rather nice.  It's easy to do and I actually found myself on the wrong side of the road here in Asheville last night!!!!

We drove pretty much the entire eastern/Atlantic coast on our way to Saint Nicholas Abby Rum Distillery.  It's the oldest Rum distillery in the world and now makes only about 6000 bottles of rum a year.  Each one is hand numbered and honestly it might be the greatest tasting liquor I've ever had.  It's so much more like a brandy or even a well aged scotch that you'd never mistake it for some crappy Bacardi or Capt. Morgans.  

We got a tour of the grounds and of the bottling room which is run exactly as it was 356 years ago.  I got a personalized bottle celebrating my birthday :) 



That evening we stopped in Spaitstown to watch the sunset before heading over to Chris and Danielle's hotel to hang out with them and their fantastic Scottish friends!



Next time we go to Barbados (yes there will be a next time) we'll be staying at the Sugar Cane Club!  Mostly filled with Brits, an owner who greats his guests, and giant cane toads, and maybe even some monkeys in the trees!

Oh sad Monday... Our plane was scheduled to leave at 2:50 so we made the most of our last few hours with the car.  We headed to Crane Beach which has been named one of the 50 most beautiful beaches in the world, and really it is!  We walked around for a bit, watched some people jump off a cliff and sadly took our leave to head off to the airport.  



This next picture is pretty much the entire island of Barbados.   The airport straight ahead on the south coast.  Crane beach just out of the frame on the right, our hotel just out of the frame on the left and the north end of the island where Saint Nicholas and Spaitstown are located off in the back.  



The trip was amazing, the island beautiful, the company unparalleled, and the final picture on the tour the last thing I wanted to see.  



Miami was a rude welcome home from the sky after so much blue water fluffy white clouds and the scents, tastes and experiences of an amazing Island culture.  I can't wait to go back.

Neither can I.

-Rapunzel

Did I mention....

that I wore a wedding dress in Barbados?

First day in Barbados pictures

The whole written account will follow. I am just too beat to put everything into words. It was awesome though. I still want to be on the beach...

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or maybe I just want to wrapped up with LMF's and his dick inside of me??

At least the mechanical failure happened while the plane was still on the ground. (LMF trying to get us another flight out to Barbados)

This is where we wound up. Of all fucking places, I land less that 15 minutes from the fuckstick ex... Little did he know of our plans for Barbados. ;)

First Class is the way to fly. First of MANY drinks on our way to Bajan land.

The beach less than 100 yards from the door of our room.

No words. Just awesomeness.

It's a Grackle (not a Gracken). Like a Cracken, only different.

Island colors and scents.

Leaving On a Jet Plane

Hello all,

I am sitting outside of the gate, ready to take our first flight on our way to Barbados.

Will spend 7 glorious days playing as Sandy and Rummy.

Might even wear a wedding dress on the beach. ;)

Hope to see some baby turtles hatching on the beach.

And spend obscene amounts of time having sex and other forms of debauchery.

See everyone on the flip side.

Love, hugs, and naughty nuzzles,
Rapunzel

I don't know...

Last night my LMF presented a scenario that totally caught me off guard.

His friend is moving back to France wanted to hang out with him. I was invited to come over but with prepping for Barbados I just couldn't make time. He asked his limitations. Obviously there was an attraction between the two of them that I wasn't fully aware of. Could he kiss, pet, grope, suck, lick, nibble... where was my comfort level?

It fucking took me my surprise my own reaction.

I didn't want him to fuck her without me being there.

I feel selfish. He graciously gave me his blessing when I presented the scenario of bringing Imported Goods into the picture. His only qualm was that he would have liked to be involved in some way, even if it was only watching someone else fuck and Dominate me. But I wasn't (nor was I.G.) comfortable with that so LMF understood and sent me on my merry way. Happy for me to experience something new. And waited for me to come back to him with all the details which he listened to and then made love to me tenderly, intensely, possessively.

Why can't I do that same for LMF?

It isn't fair of me to expect him to allow me such latitude and yet I keep him under lock and key.

We chatted for nearly an hour. I tried my best to be gracious and allow him the freedom that he allowed me... and I just couldn't. 

At one point I said to him, "Fuck her. If that's what will please you tonight... Experience her big hips and big boobs. Stick your dick in her until the cows come home. WTF do you want me to say? I can't give you my blessing or tell you DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"

Really mature of me, huh?

I came back to time and time again... would this woman hold such appeal if she wasn't leaving the day we got back from Barbados? Would there still be a draw to her if she was just another woman he was friends with living in the same town? Was this just to sleep with her now because later she wouldn't be available?

I am comfortable and excited to think about us venturing out there TOGETHER. We've made contact with another couple who I cannot wait to connect with. But it would be the girls together with the boys watching or peripherally involved and also me being with the other guy while LMF is with the other woman. I am excited to be able to watch him fuck someone else while I am being fucked myself. 

It's bringing me to think of our definition of have an "open" relationship... Am I truly comfortable with him seeking comfort and pleasure with another solo? Not at this point. 

Green eyed goddess rising

My life is not always about fantastic sex adventures

It's only been 2 years but most days thankfully it feels like a lifetime ago. Other days I get a creepy wash of remembrance and I have to work hard to shake it off. It always helps when a box of truffles and a warm embrace are involved to get through those difficult times. :) 

Do you all know what it has been like for me to read all of your comments over the last few days??!

Comments of support, disgust with Fuckstick (formerly known as the Schmuck-a-do) and my favorite a whole new twist on a Sicilian divorce via an Anonymous commenter. 

I love you guys.

My very own Pussy Posse. Rapunzel's Rough Riders.

Long overdue

Carrying the bag out of the sex toy store I was so excited. I wanted to rip open everything and play with it right there in the car, in the parking lot, before the doors were even shut. 

LMF said, "Well, I guess you can open one" as we made our way up the road and I knew exactly which one I wanted. 

The glass dildo. 

With BLUE RIDGES. 

I wanted to feel that cold, hard rod sunk into my deepest depths with a quickness. I giggled as I pulled my pants down in his car. I scooted my ass forward on his leather seats as I started to play with my new toy. The temperature shocked me at first. Cold and unyielding, I slowly slipped into my pussy. Savoring every bump and ridge, feeling it slide into me. Loving that anyone that rode by in a bigger truck/car/van/semi could see me there working this glass rod with style. Oh yes, I am a bit of a exhibitionist at times. 

It wasn't long until I felt his hand reach over me and his finger deftly find my clit. The miles passed, I don't recall the drive at all and soon we were nearing our destination. I was nearing an orgasm myself but decided to wait until after dinner. 

I wasn't ready to cum.

Thank goodness for napkins in the glove box. A quick clean up for myself, his hand and my precious dildo and we are on our way to dinner. At the table, he squeezes the slice of orange into his Bell's Oberan, he looks at me with a smile and says, "Mmmmm, orange pussy". I think I may have blushed slightly. 

Quick dinner with ogling at our lovely swaying, lilting, bootilicious waitress the entire time, who we now know is named Jen (she will be mention in later postings) and then to his house to play with the toys.

Confession - I couldn't remember what order we played with the toys so I had to ask LMF and here is his clarification for me...

We used the blue one first.  I started on your clit with just the tip and then I would move around your clit with it before I put it just inside you with the tip up, then I slowly ever so slowly worked it into you so that it was running along your G spot and thatswhen I turned it up from low to high.  :)

Ohhh, yeah! Now I remember! But not really. I had 3 drinks with dinner that night. Which is a lot for me! Seriously I was so into all of the new (vibrating) new sensations I couldn't tell you how he used, what he used and when he used what he used on me for the most part. 

Certain things do stand out. 

I expected the Blu Princess to be rigid. It's not. It's more jelly like. Turns out its made of rubber. The vibrations radiate through the very tip of it. And it is SILENT. I can use this wherever, whenever, even with someone in the room without them knowing!

With the Lucid Dreams vibe, the nubs were okay at best. I had the option of going for the sleek one (without nubs) and passed since the Blu Princess was already selected and wanted to vary things up with something that wasn't entirely smooth. Since it is waterproof we played around with slipping it into my pussy. Well, folks that is something that I do NOT recommend. The nubs felt like spiny coral on my gspot. SO NOT SEXY! LMF, being ever present, rotated them downward and continued to work my gspot until I felt like I was going to cum but I told him to stop. 

Again, I wasn't ready.

How this worked out, I (again) don't remember. The Lucid Dreams again in me, the Blu Princess buzzing against my ass and my lover's tongue deftly flicking at my clit. I wanted to climb the walls and yet grind my pussy against his mouth all at the same time. Just as the orgasm began to build within me, I jerked away. 

Again, I wasn't ready to cum.

I rolled over onto my stomach to recover and regroup. LMF already had the next toy waiting for me.  

The glass dildo. Blue Ridge Swirl. 

Already tested and proven in his car earlier that night. He teased me, fucking me just with the tip. Making me pant with anticipation. Wanting him to sink it fully into me. And he did! I groaned as the rod filled me to capacity. Still on my stomach, I arched my ass up to meet his forearm pumping the blue ridged dildo into me. He switched things up on me and before I knew it I was being led into sensation I was unfamiliar with but so intense I could do little more and to beg LMF not to stop. Feeling as though I was going to cum and pee all at once. Holy shit was I heading for a g-spot orgasm? Ultimately no. I called it off before I got off.

The rest of the night was a blur. 

Maybe LMF will fill in the blanks... :)

OH and I got a $20 gift card for my next purchase. What shall I get next?

The end of my cathartic day

My youngest cub snuggled into his sling, nuzzling at my breast for food and comfort. My arms wrapped around him lovingly. Holding my sweet baby. Trying to fade away from the reality I find myself in. Wanting to do nothing more than to melt into his sapphire eyes that look up at me.

I testified in a court of law for the first time.

"Yes, he hit me. He's always intimidated me. Through words. Actions. Now violence. No, I never reported it before. How could I? What would I have done? I have no way of supporting myself or mancubs. Please look at my chest and neck." as I pull my shirt down to reveal the bruises from the night before. 

The female bailiff checks his stances and hisses, "Turn around. DO NOT make eye contact with her. DO NOT look at her. Don't make this hard on yourself."

"Yes, he threatened to kill me if I pursued a divorce."

The police officer from the previous night was there, right behind me. Lending strength as I secured a stay away order of protection for myself and my cubs against the man I had pledged my life to. Whom I had spent the previous 12 years calling him my partner, lover, friend, my mate, my husband.

Finially the game was over. I walked out of that courthouse with a stay away order of protection for my cubs and I. He never dared to violate it while I was in our marital home. He knew I wouldn't hesitate to send him to jail. I felt freer than I had in years. Tears running down my face in joy, everyone mistook for misery but I was flying high.

And starting to plan my new life.

Rapunzel had just found the keys to the own tower and was trying to find the one that unlucked her life.

2 Years Ago Today

I was done treading water. Years of neglect. Years of mental and verbal abuse.

I sheltered my cubs as best as I possibly could for too long. 

Afraid of leaving. Afraid of staying. I was trapped in my own life.

He finally pushed me too far.

He endangered my cubs.

The quiet homemaker raged like a banshee.

Don't fuck with the Mama Bear. Don't fuck with my cubs. I fought 

back, finally. 

Game on motherfucker. 

Ultimately, I was choked to the ground as he screamed threats at me. 

"The only divorce you'll get is a Sicilian one. I'll cut you up like Laci (Peterson)."

Gasping for breath, I clawed at him. 3 finger nails torn down to the nub in the process. Cubs terrified, screaming for their father to stop.

He released me. I drew into a ball reflexively. A ragged breath flooded into my lungs, hot and burning. Through tears of fury I looked at him. Bruised and bloody, I was scared of him no longer. 

In a gathered and calm rage I spit out these words -

THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT I WILL EVER RECOGNIZE MYSELF AS YOUR WIFE. YOU ARE LEAVING THIS HOUSE TONIGHT IN HANDCUFFS. IT'S OVER.

New Job?

Should I answer this help wanted ad? 

"ADULT BOUTIQUE SALES POSITIONS Fun, friendly, self motivated people needed. Must be 21 years of age or older with reliable transportation. Apply in person. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"

This is the same "toy store" that I bought all my lovies from 2 weeks ago. I wonder if they give employee discounts?! Could you imagine me behind the counter? I wonder if I could dress up and act out some of my fetish/role playing desires behind the register... School girl, naughty teacher with glasses and a severe bun and tight skirt, cross dressing, slutty bar maid, dressing up in a police uniform with the tight pants.... Ohhh the naughty possibilities!

My Sins

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

Ooops, my Catholic roots are showing. 

I opened a long neglected jewelry box a few days ago only to be jarred into the past by a single scrap of paper.

Written by a man, his phone number and name. I smiled as I drifted into memories dating back almost 8 years ago. They came rushing back...

Rick, the first man in many years of monotony with my ex that actually sparked my interest.

Then there was Dave, the mortgage broker who had a band, who wanted to fuck my brains out on his lunch break.

The guy behind the counter @ my favorite pizza place, that when ever I walked in I was offered a shot of vodka (they did make penne ala vodka) in the back with him. I wanted to fuck him and his father ... together. Nick and Stavros.

My Obi-wan... who I wanted to long ago claim as my first, tempting me dangerously after I had established myself in the farce of my marriage. He was single and I was dangling by a thread. We met in Penn Station.He was taking a train home. We had lunch during his down time between trains. We reminisced of what could have been but never was. Bittersweet. A hug shared between old friends was enough to almost make me get on the southern bound train to follow him without looking back at the life I was trying to make in NY. 

The guy Jordan, who was sweet and offered me poetry and beautiful vistas. (Whom I recently re-met and he's still looking for someone... almost 5 years later.)

Sweet Stu. Who claimed I was his muse. And then called me drunkenly on his birthday telling me how much he wanted to cum between my milky tits.

These are my sins. My indulgences. Mental fodder that I needed to survive in the dying marriage that I found myself in.

Never once during the entire time I wore his ring did I go farther than "jump starting" some one's car as the man feigned dismay at his dead battery. lol Push the clutch all the way in, goofus!!

I found out recently that the ex did cheat. Big surprise. (NOT!) The first time, I walked in on him when we were still dating. I had moved back to Florida to resume our relationship only to find this scene less than a month later. She was still in our shared bed with him. She was wearing my clothes. He scrambled to his feet and muttered some lame excuse and then came off with a sucker punch, "I am kinda seeing her"... 

Well, lemme get my shit out of your apartment and you can continue to fuck her. It should be easy once she takes off my fucking clothes, asshole. 

I didn't talk to him for nearly 6 months after that. Why did I pick the phone back up when he called pleading his case after all those months? Fuck if I know??!?!

I got some pretty awesome mancubs out of the deal. If only those cubs didn't have to deal with the shit of the aftermath of a failed marriage.

Phoenix rising to the winds,

Her body paints

And shows her sins.

Phoenix rising from the ashes,

It's like her back

Was painted with colored lashes.

The Big O-bowski

We had hung out all afternoon. Listening to heavy metal and smoking herb. God, I was young. I wasn't exactly expecting sex but I wasn't exactly not in the mood either. After spending hours together he finally made a move. Sitting there on the floor of his living room, he leaned over. I thought he was going for the bong. To my surprise he kissed me.

Really?, I thought.

His hair was longer than mine. And he was tall and lanky. I felt like a miniature doll with him on me. 14 inches taller than I am. Our genitals meet but my face is only reaching his smooth chest. I go to wrap my legs around his hips but his puts my legs together, planted on the bed as he straddles my hips. His dick, slender and long just like his physique penetrates me. and he slow starts thrusting. 

This is different, I thought.

I fall back into the moment. Stoned. All my nerve endings ultra sensitive. Feeling as though they have LED fiber optics running through my body. Thankful I didn't have to insist on getting a condom out. He continues as my thoughts wander... Hmmm, I wonder what my friend Jennifer is doing? She lives a couple blocks away. Maybe I will go over there after................

Holy SHIT!

What the fuck is that? 

An orgasm rips through me. My first orgasm with a partner. I had gotten myself off with my hands or the handy dandy shower head but never at the hands of another.

My pussy continues to throb, pulsing around his dick as me slowly continues to fuck me. He finished quickly after. I clean up and share an awkward teenage kiss goodbye. I go to my girlfriend's house and watch Beverly Hills, 90210 with her and order pizza from Domino's.

I never told anyone that that was my first orgasm... until now.

Swallowing (with a smile?)

In the dark I attend to his needs.

My dear friend calls it eating him. I smile whenever I hear her say that.

And suddenly he floods his hot cum into my mouth. I wasn't quite ready. And yet I find myself swallowing almost reflexively. It's not that bad, I think as his dick pumps cum down my throat. I continue to work his dick until his legs begin to vibrate. There is a mixture of groaning, laughter and sighs emanating from him. I revel in that sound. 

A (blow) job well done.

That was the first time I ever swallowed. And now I think it's pretty cool. ;-)

Hey Rapunzel! Look behind you!

"Hmmmm?", I  replied. I was on top, riding him... so very close to ecstasy. On the brink of an orgasm that had started an hour ago.

We had been outside on my patio when he instigated sex. Telling me he was going to fuck me right there, against the pillar. Which of course he did. My arms wrapped around the porous red bricks. Biting the exposed flesh of my arms. Hard, cold and rough rubbing against the tender skin of the inside of forearm.  His hand on my waist. Warmth radiating between us. Heating us thoroughly against the cool night's air.

We moved inside to my bed, where I climbed on top of him. Continuing where we left off a few steps before. Drenching him in my wetness, grinding into him, I glided almost effortlessly. My bed frame creaking in protest to our movements. Not being aware of anything but him beneath me. His fingers digging into my ass as we both grew closer to climax.

"LOOK BEHIND YOU!, he whispered in a demanding tone.

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and there, in a sleepy haze, was my youngest cub. 

(mood killer)

I threw a pillow over my lover's face and dismounted.

"Mommy, put my pants back on, please," my cub asks as I gather him in my arms, trying to prevent him from seeing anything more that what he may have already. Thank goodness Mommy being naked is no big deal. Explaining the naked man in my bed would have taken a bit more effort had my cub asked. Luckily, with being tucked back into bed and a kiss on the head, my little one was asleep again almost instantaneously.

That was a first. For both LMF and I. He was dressed by the time I returned. The moment was lost. I laughed, cried and lamented about how stupid I was for allowing this to happen!

WHOOPS!

Time to get a doorknob that locks on my bedroom door.

It's tough being a Mother Goddess

Walking through the aisles of the supermarket I hear the familiar squal. A newborn mews for his mother. I smile remembering my own cubs, fresh and newly into this world. Wanting warmth, sustenence, to hear her heart beat. Simple demands that are easily met if you only listen to the truth that is so evident, just look to our past to see what the future should be. 

The whimperings are ignored and the infant picks up speed and volume until no one in the store can ignore the cries now blaring through the entire building.

And my instincts kicks in. My heart starts racing, my throat tightens and my breasts start to ache. The familiar heaviness, tingling radiating from deep within the core of myself extending to through my nipples, yearning to pick that child up and latch him onto my breasts... even though they no longer make milk.

Chance would have it that I walk past the now furious newborn. He was maybe 6 pounds, slumped over in a baby bucket. Tiny arms flailing. Mouth wide open issueing his futile cries. The flustered mother hovering but not daring to cross her own mother, the grandmother, who was commanding her not to pick up "that baby" because she would spoil him. 

Sweet baby Jesus, I wanted to knock Grannie out.

Toys, toys, toys, toys, and toys!

On Thursday night LMF and I ventured to the store. I was like a kid in a proverbial candy store. Walking up and down the aisles. Wanting to open, feel, touch, taste, test everything that I saw. After almost an hour, we settled on the following lovely toys plus lube.







Guess which one nearly made me pee my pants?

Guess which one is nearly out of batteries?

Guess which two were used simultaneously... along with LMF's mouth?

Guess which one I only got the hang of at the end and now am looking forward next time?

Guess which one has not been used at all?

Guess which one I ripped open not more than a ½ away from the toy store and used it until LMF's car (as well as his hand) smelled of my pussy? Mmmmhhmmmm, orange pussy. Yum!

Next post will be a full run down of testing everything out.