Excuse me Mr Owl...

I think I deserve this shirt.

Rapunzel's costume

but feeling much more like this

I feel the need, the need for...

a good beating.

No, I am not talking about black eyes. 

A red welted ass would be welcomed. 

Handprints across my back from rough touch. 

Bite marks on the inside of my thighs. 

Tie me up and just have me. Make me scream. Make me beg. Make me quiver fearing and relishing the next touch. 

Just make me.

I need the release.

And then make me kneel before you, my head in your lap, stroking my hair, murmuring to me what a good little slut I am until I return to this world.

Makes me sick

L.A.'s rape kit betrayal

Lost Promise For Rape Victims

City of Los Angeles Final Report

Just this morning listening to NPR, I heard that L.A. has a backlog of about 7,000 rape kits in it's crime lab. That the city of Los Angeles plans to hire 10 new technicians every 6 months until the back log is eliminated, hoping that by doing this the statue of limitations will not elapse on many of these kits.

The statue of limitation on rape in California is 6 years with the exception if a DNA finding which then the limitation is extend to 10 years.

So there is a great possibility that some of these cases are nearing 6-10 years old. Coming from where that kind of violation is known, I truly hope that the victims do NOT have to delve back into that black hole that rape perpetrates into one's psyche in order to convict the scumbag rapists.

6-10 years can allow for a lot of healing but at the same time, picking the scab off of a wound like that... I cannot imagine. I still get washes of nastiness at unexpected times. Phantom effect of the violations.
It's been 14 years for me. I know I wouldn't feel powerless if I ever was face to face with those who violated me. At this point I would be afraid of the repercussions of my own rage. But then again I do believe in Karma. What goes around does eventually come around.

So where is the silver lining? My girlfriend once said to me, as my head was about to explode because I saw a OBVIOUSLY pregnant woman smoking a cigarette, "At least it's not a crack pipe!".

So I am struggling to find something I can say that is not drenched in the outrage I feel.

There is this little nugget...

At least it's not 17,000 back logged rape kits like NYC found it had in the late 1990's.

Don't tell the cubs...

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For the first time.

Get your tickets!

This is so TOTALLY stolen from Cap'n Marrrrk's blog... but I couldn't resist.

Red hot tickets... Sarah Palin is pulling into town on Sunday. While I have no interest in supporting her and Johnny-boy by attending there is a part of me that would love to see/hear in person what kind of rhetoric crap she is propagating. 

I'd go if she was saying this and making that face over and over again. Sit up in the upper balcony with LMF and a couple toys...

God, I am a perv.

I wish I could expound on this a bit more but I just slept for 4 hours on my living room floor while my little one napped with me. I don't know if I am getting sick or just FINALLY catching up with sleep.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.....

I feel compelled to write a list of the ways I love the fall. A season I never experienced growing in up the Florida Keys... we had hot, hot and muggy, rainy, mosquito and hurricane seasons. And the occasional cold day that everyone would pile on the sweatshirts over top of our bikinis and mutter curses at the snow bird tourists that were wearing tee-shirts and shorts while we were freezing our  tropical asses off. 65 degrees was fucking cold man!!

Now, having a baker's dozen fall seasons under my belt, I feel so much love as nature winds to a close and settles in for its annual slumber.

I love the sky in autumn. When the sky is blue, it's a much deeper, more intense blue. It's that TRUE Carolina blue color. Even the gray skies, totally devoid of color, are in their own way truly magnificent.

 

I love those crisp days, where the sky is blue, the sun is warm on your face for the few seconds where the wind isn't burning the end of your nose off.

 

I love that every day the leaves are different. The green leaves trying to hold on for just one more day. The yellows and oranges yielding to the cooler weather. The reds that won't go without one last explosion of color.

 

I love the sound as I walk through the dry piles of fallen leaves. I revert to child like behavior and jump and kick my way through each one.

 

I love the smell of autumn in the country. The spicy scent of wood fires burning. The sights of autumn with its long range views of the Blue Ridge Parkway or Mt Pisgah (even with it's Christmas tree like antenna marring the view).

 

I love the tingling as the blood rushes back to my face and hands when I come in from the cold.

 

I love wearing the cuddly soft hat that I not only knitted but also spun the warm merino wool roving into yarn.

 

I love that first cup of coffee on a cool fall day. Warmth transferring from the oversized coffee mug into my chilled hands. Drinking the sweet and creamy (just like I like my men) coffee that is more a dessert than a caffinated beverage. Not having to think about anything, as the house is still quiet and I slowly start to begin my day, more than the feel, the smell, the taste of that next sip of java.

 

I love warming my home cooking all the things that are off limits as we try to stay cool in the summer months. Making a soup or stew, chili or my favorite veggies with a spicy Old Bay, garlic and rosemary marinade, baking breads, cookies and muffins. Is there anything better than eating pumpkin and ginger bread warm from the oven with butter? I think not!

 

Autumn inspires change in me. I've moved here two autumns ago. It was a HUGE change for myself and the man cubs. While not always the easiest transition, we did it. We are still alive and kicking. And I have realized that there can be no time in my life where change, adaptation, renewing of myself and the ties I have with friends and family cannot be an integral part of life. Being stagnate = death.

 

I feel more alive in autumn. I don't know if I can explain why, but something in the way that the trees, even as they die back for the winter have so much left to give. That last glorious effort makes me feel that change isn't always for the worse and fills me with a sense of peace.

Where is the emphasis?

Open Relationship

or

Open Relationship

The cops showed up...

And he was tied up.  

Seriously. 

Tied to his headboard.

After being accosted in more ways than one at the local hole in the wall billiards hall, I was feeling quite switchy. 

Never, ever, EVER ask a woman who calls herself "Sin" what her tattoo is and then mention your own. I was turned around, shit pulled up, shirt pulled down... almost thought of pulling my entire top off to grant her better access but since I am not quite a regular there I didn't know how this would have been received.

And then the lovely barmaid, there even though it was her night off. We shot a couple of games of pool together. My, my, my!! What lovely breasts she had what a wonderful vantage point I had as she bent over to take each of her shots. Mmmmm! 

And that hug goodbye. 

My LovelyManFriend behind me and her in front. A Rapunzel sandwich. My favorite flavor. 

Her breasts pressed against my own, her hips slightly lower than my own and her crotch grinding against my inner thigh as she was straddling one of my legs. I turned to LMF and asked, "Can we take her home?". He chuckled knowing exactly what I was thinking. She looked a little taken back. I murmured, "Well, this is (insert our town's name here), after all. Anything goes." I loved her response "And well, I am Sasha." ;-)   

We made our way home, all ¾ of a block, sans Sasha, and decide that a shower was in order. Nothing worse than smelling like an ashtray when you haven't been smoking... that heavily. He starts the shower and attends to business as I linger in the bedroom. My eyes fall upon the black bondage rope we had bought a few months ago. Still neatly coiled in it's original form. I wondered what it would feel like against my skin. Having experienced soft nylon rope, I wondered what this cotton rope would feel like biting into my flesh... the rope slowly uncoiled and spilled onto the floor and the little light SWITCHED in my head. 

This rope wasn't meant for me tonight. It was meant for him. Quickly I ran it behind the headboard, tying it to either corner post.  Leaving about a 3½ foot length and tying a slip knot at each end, I tucked them under the pillow and jumped into the shower with him before he had time to wonder where I was and what I was doing.

Back to the bedroom after we are squeaky clean and I started playing more aggressive that I have ever with LMF. I was straddling him, kissing him heavily. Almost instinctively his hands reached for my face, grabbing my hair to grant him better access to my neck, trailing down my torso across my hips to land on my ass... But NO! I wasn't having it. I kept pushing his hands away. Finally I grabbed both wrists and slammed them up above his head and stared at him. A momentary look of "WTF?" passed over his face to reveal an eager grin. 

I kissed him slowly now. Wanting to settle into this. My role as the top. I felt like getting him so worked up only to leave him cold... like he has threatened to do to me. I reached up under the pillows one at a time and grabbed the ropes. And without protest he allowed me to slip them on his wrists. ((Note to self, tie them shorter in order to keep his movement more restricted.)) 

My mind raced what to do next........

I abandoned kissing his lips and drift slowly down in his body. My hand trailed down his furry chest brushing his waist and across his upper thigh. I knew he was hard but refuse to touch his cock. Kissing his sides, he drew a sharp breath in. I continued to avoid his dick. He gently sighed as I nuzzled the curly hair just inside of his hip. My cheek brushed against his manhood. I tried to ignore it but all I wanted to do is wrap my mouth around him.  Kissing him everywhere but on his straining cock I continued to tease us both. 

Finally I addressed him fully. Slowly licking his dick from the bas right up to the head. Flicking my tongue along the shaft I enjoyed myself immensely as I listened to his sighs of satisfaction. Looking up at him, I see his eyes glued on me. I smile with his dick still in my mouth and grow wetter knowing he's watching me. 

And as I started to explore him more fully than I ever have, the room grows bright. Lights bouncing off the walls.

"Hey, LMF... the cops are here", I say as I continued to kiss and suck on him.

"Like HERE at my door or just here on the street", he asked.

"No, they are here. Spotlight on the house. Want me to untie you?", I responded... 

half hoping he would say no so I could leave him there and talk to the cops myself, scantily clad in a pair of boy shorts and tank top.  

half hoping he would say yes, just so I could disobey him, leave him tied up as I talked to the cops myself, scantily clad in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top.

On a crisp autumn night

My fireplace crackles with the heat of a roaring fire. The dishes are done. The kitchen is closed. Everyone is snuggled in watching a movie. I steal away to check my email and put my computer to bed and find this in my inbox.

I want to snuggle you through an entire movie and get all cozy warm under the blankets.

I want to lap at your bald pussy till you squeeze my head with orgasms.

I want to watch your face as your ride me.

I want to fall asleep wrapped around you and not wake up till tomorrow at say 9am.

Yet another reason I adore my Lovely Man Friend. He knows all the right things to say. I yearn for a day when my cubs aren't as territorial over me. I hope for a time where it is okay with them for their Mama to have another man in her life. I wish that time was soon but I know that they are in no way ready.

One day.....................

What The Fuck Does This Mean?

Anyone care to translate? This is a message I got over on Myspace... Am I *that* old that I can't understand or are people really that STOOOOOPID that they think this is a cool way of communicating?

a yo babi i b hire fo dat pusi nomsayn i b da nigga fo u nomsayn i git da 3insh dik dats al plasir babi i no u lov dis nomsayn git at mi babi lit fuk fo reo babi i giv u da ass licin ov a reo nigga nomsayn i lik u ass clene nomsayn lits do dis an fuk babi git at mi babi 

A little snag...

makes me so sad.

Foreplay- LMF and MDN Style

Excuse me, Sir...


May I have a moment of your time?

This message is to serve as formal notice that your dear nympho is horny as fuck.

She got so carried away thinking about you fingering her, teasing and fucking her g-spot with abandon, that while in the shower she failed to notice how much pubic hair she was trimming away and now sadly (happily?) she has none. She's having a very hard time not pleasuring herself before seeing you this evening but she is strong and will resist the evils of self gratification in hopes you are up for this challenge...

What her heart desires the most is to have your tongue flick at her click, making her slick and juicy. Then for you to fuck her until she almost cums but instead of riding to an orgasm on your dick, she'd like it to be your face. Maybe not the face riding part but she wants your mouth wrapped around her clit as she cums. Once the orgasm has past, she would so thoroughly enjoy for you to fuck her lustfully, slow and deliberate, and as you are ready to burst, she would gladly swallow down every last drop of your essence.

She fully acknowledges that not all things in life are scripted and many men couldn't/wouldn't rise to the challenge but with knowing you the way she does, she has full faith in your ability to fulfill the challenge set before you.

I'm sure you'll have no problem identifying her - she'll be wearing a skirt, sans panties and the cougar eyes this evening.

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In response to your formal notice I do hereby respond.  

I find the accidental disapearence of your pubic hair to be no great loss.  I fully intend to lick the essence of you off every smooth bit of your newly revealed skin.  I do however mourn the fact that if you were going to strip it bare on purpose that you would have gone with a waxing and that would have been something lovely and new to experience for us both!

I do further regretfully inform you that along with your desires for a tongue lashing, fucking and sucking it has come to my attention that you are due several serious blows to your hind quarters with the flat of my hand.  These lashes shall be doled out at my pleasure and may or may not be proceeded with any sort of warning.  

Furthermore, I wish to know what we shall do with our female guest while all this will be going on?  You'll have to let me know as the evening progresses.

Thank you for your time,

Lovely Man Friend

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I am dripping in sweet anticipation of tonight's events.

Forever more,

Your Dear Nympho

Couldn't resist

If everyone was jumping off a bridge, would you?

Never in a million years did I think I would be having the conversation with a lifelong friend that I did yesterday.

He had forwarded me a joke, "Top 10 reasons why a gun is better than a wife". Now we won't touch upon the subject of firearms, lack of consistent regulations through the US, the right to bear arms... but it listed reasons like-

• You can keep on at home and have another for when you are on the road.

• If you admire a friend's gun and tell them, they will probably let you try it out a couple of times.

• Your primary gun doesn't mind if you have another for backup.

I giggled a little thinking of how it kind of reminded me of being in my current relationship as it stands with LMF. Of course I messenged my buddy back something to the effect of how it awesome to be with someone who doesn't get jealous, how we like to play together, open relationship, yadda, yadda, yadda... Then I get shocked by the next message... "Yeah open relationships are pretty cool. Been there myself. We should talk."

WHA?? This is a guy who has always been super chill, laid back type. To have dated my best friend during high school he had to be. ;-) But I never pegged him for someone who would be down with an open relationship. 

During my lunch yesterday with LMF, we spoke of it and rationalized that our definition of an open relationship and everyone else's is different. That a lot of people equate openness with dating/sleeping with multiple people without greater commitment to one another. And that isn't the case with LMF. We are together as a couple and our openness has to do with exploring together and finding things that we both want**. Positive that my buddy fell into the "I've been in an open relationship because I have had the understanding with my partner(s) that they weren't the only person I was/am sleeping with" category, I called him back later in the afternoon only to be proven wrong.

He was great about listening to what had gone on with me and then shared some of his own experiences. Passed on some great advice. The one thing that he said, after hearing that I had swung with another couple with LMF, that I totally agreed with and was happy to hear him say was that if the first time doesn't feel right, watching him be with another woman, being with another man or woman, get the fuck out of the lifestyle. There is no room for jealousy or possessiveness when you are embarking on such an adventure with your lover. 

BUT that wasn't/isn't an issue for me, at least not when we were together with the other couple. I actually moved off the bed to lean over the edge of the foot of the bed just so I could watch LMF's cock work in and out of the other woman. Totally fucking hot to watch him fuck another woman. The contrast between their skin, the differences in her pussy and mine, want to crawl over to him and drape myself over his back and feel his motion as he thrust inside of her, to use him as my own personal 6 foot tall strap on dildo. ;-)

So my buddy tells me of the adventures that he and his goddessy wife have had. That she was the one to introduce it and he's been enthused about everything they have done together. It made me wonder how many people have these grand adventures but yet keep it hush hush so no one thinks they are freaks? In the past month or so, I have talked to more people in real life that indulge in more than vanilla, monogamous, traditional relationships than I ever thought was possible. And abbreviated sampling-

My best friend in NY has a girlfriend, together they have a common boyfriend/lover... too bad my friend's husband is a total possessive asswad and isn't involved in any of the fun. But that is another post.

A friend of LMF's used to be in a self professed harem.

A dear friend is slowly working with her hubby to introduce another person into their dynamic. As well as a little D/S.

A wonderful lady I have been in touch with has an awesome relationship with her sweetie, an open one. They both experience the company of other people and have this SOLID connection that has lasted the last 8 years. She reminds me of TBK... only instead of maintaining a blog this sweet lady makes porn. She directs it, she's behind the camera, orchestrating the indulgent debauchery. I love it. I can't wait until we have coffee together. ;-)

And this doesn't even touch all the kinksters that I have talked to online... ya'll know who you are! 

BUT... Why do we keep it secret? Oh yea, society's idea of normal and acceptable. It's sad. Everyone who I have talked to is positive about their experiences. That it has allowed them to grow with their partner. That they have learned about love and communication more through their experiences. That they have learned about themselves and their partner more. Why is this viewed as a bad thing if there is so much goodness coming out of a "non-normal" dynamic within a relationship between consenting adults? 

I know I haven't been happier or more satisfied with any relationship than I have been with LMF, especially since we decided to open things up. Granted he's a pretty awesome dude to begin with but knowing that we have this freedom within the dynamic that we have created is pretty fucking wonderful.

**BTW we are in the market for a goddessy, sexy confidence oozing from the pores, real woman to connect with. Have a couple prospects right now but nothing definite so if you want to throw your name into the running, you know how to get in touch with me!

What keeps me going most days

In LMF's bed

while he was in California, thinking of him and someone else all at the same time.

The email I sent along with the pictures I took that afternoon... 

"My LovelyManFriend, as I was in your bed this afternoon, chasing my third orgasm without you there, what kept running through my head was fantasy of being with you. 

Kissing you. Your hands exploring my body. I was totally nude and yet you were totally clothed. I felt no need to remove your clothes because I had relinquished my need to control things to you. So as our energy grows, I yearn for more... and that's when I notice HE is also in the room. Calmly sitting off in the corner. Not intrusive in any way, just there. But I couldn't care less. Things are getting hotter and heavier with you. The gentle grazes your touch once was have become heavy and purposeful. You fingers are again and again plunging deep inside of me. You make me cum only with your hands. You make me beg for you to be inside of me. You make me want you. And when I think I can no longer stand another moment of denial, you hand me over to him. 

And then sat and watched us together. 

Watched him sink his cock inside of me. Listened to me thank him for filling me with his cock. Watched me ride him as I have so many times before with you. Listened to me moan as the orgasms rip through me. 

Quietly watched... waiting. 

And when all was said and done, when I was feeling as spent as I have ever been, you walked over to me and "forced" me to blow you. Told me I was a good girl as I swallowed every last bit as you came heavily into my mouth."

Wishing I could...

Spend the day wrapped up with LMF...

just like this

waiting

Wondering if kinky is a learned or inherent

I found this in one of my cubs' room. I asked why Spongebob was all tied up with a belt. The cub, in a rather matter of fact way, replied, "He needs to be tied up when he is bad, Mama. So I tied him up and now he's better but I am not going to let him out because I like it when he's tied up."

Kinkster of the future?