Gobble, gobble!

While prepping tonight's feast, my hand buried inside of the turkey, it reminded me that I am truly interested in delving into the world of fisting. Both giving and receiving. Maybe throw in some good ol' fashion pussy licking or better yet hitachi action... ohhh I think I would be a very thankful girl.

So with that Happy Thanksgiving, ya'll!

Assorted condoms up for grabs

Thanks to my handy dandy IUD, we no longer need them. Especially the brand that we had abandoned a few months prior to the Mirena.

Being a cheapskate as frugal as I am, I just can't bring myself to throw them away.

So who wants 4 Trojan Ultra Thins and 1 Trojan-enz?

First to email me (rapunzel at rapunzelsmusings dot com) will get themselves 5 chances to bust a load without creating spawn.

Je suis...

turned on by this site.

Why is it that I have never found a web page with such wonderful pictures that is American? Don't get me wrong, I don't give a flying fart that it is foreign, or even :::gasp::: French. But what is wrong with the US that think that sexual has to be smutty?

Looking through it has ignited a couple of fantasies for me... Look for the fantasies and those fulfilled in the future.

And here are some of my favorite.

Bon appetit!

HNT

With the whirlwind of life, it is times like these that I wish I were somewhere more peaceful.

With the recent drop in temperatures, I wish I was somewhere that was warm.

With feeling as though I want to hide from (real) life, I wish I was somewhere that was so easy.

With that, a picture from my trip with LovelyManFriend to Barbados in September. This was taken our last day there on the sands of Crane Beach.

I remember the little bits of melancholy that had begun to creep in as we walked the sands of this gorgeous beach. Knowing that our reprieve from reality was about to come to a crashing halt as we spent our last hours here before heading to the airport. If I haven't already said it before, I want to go back to Barbados. I want to stay at the Sugar Cane Club, listen to the whistler frogs and sit up with the Scots until the early hours of the morn. I want to laze about nekkid with LovelyManFriend for hours, for days.

And I want my cubs to see sandy beaches like these. I want the little ones to play nekkid in the water. I want to watch the big ones learn to body surf. I want them all to drink the milk straight from a coconut. I want to hear their laughter echoing in the cliff side.

Huevos Rancheros, Part Tres

Alone.

In my head.

The Switch has been quieted by the sub.

I lay there and await his return.

Again I sense him close to me even before he kneels on the bed.

ZING

A white hot sensation slashes across my arm.

ZING

No, that's not hot... that's fucking ice cold.

Ice is being dragged across my body. Trailing down my arms, he paints little swirls with the biting cold ice. Across my breasts and tormentingly at my nipples he continues to draw designs on my body with this mini-glacier. Up my legs, the inside of my thighs, even between my toes... there is nowhere that this ice will not go.

I writhe in agony. I buck like a mare who has been saddled for the first time. I draw away from his icy touch as much as I possibly can. I hate the cold. I hate being cold. I grew up the Florida Keys where the only place ice belongs is in your drink!

He then draws it over my entire torso in one fell swoop and that's when I realize it's not an just ice cube. It's a fucking ice wand. (He later showed me that he had used a ½" length of PVC pipe to make his torture device. If you want to make your own) I want to scream but still the Godiva truffle is perched upon my lips. I may be freezing cold but the chocolate has begun to melt, filling my mouth with the delectable taste of a chocolate raspberry ganache.

My breathing- ragged. My body- cold. Wrists and ankles- straining against the bind the hold me.

When I am ready to start yelling at him to stop, thinking that I may actually use my safe word, he almost instinctively withdraws the ice a moment prior. A soft towel is passing over my body. Drying my skin. And then he covers my shivering self with his own form. God I love it when he lays on me. I begin to settle down. As the shivering abates and my heart rate returns to normal, he again begins to fuck me.
Slow and deliberate.

The truffle in my mouth melts more as the heat rises through my entire body. My head feels as though it is about to spin off my shoulders in ecstasy once more.

And wouldn't you know it... he's gone again.

Again I lay there in the dark, music throbbing through my head waiting for his return.

I don't have to wait long. I feel him at the foot of the bed. I wait for his next move. He climbs onto the bed and is kneeling between my legs. Just fuck me. FUCK ME. JUST FUCK ME!! is what I am screaming in my head.

He enters me. Just teasing me with the tip. Angled up ward toward my gspot in delicious short thrusts. He's teasing me. And I love it. I want him to slam fully into me... but at the same time I am savoring the feeling as he glides in and out of me. I arch and thrust my pelvis to meet him, but he never allows me more than just the tip. I feel as though I am going to explode if I don't get my way... he's wicked in his plan. And when he does finally drill deep inside of me, I realize he hasn't been fucking me with his cock at all this whole time. It's been my Blue Ridge glass dildo. And hot damn I love that thing!!

After this point I lose track of the events... maybe Lovely Man Friend can fill in the blanks.

What I do know is that I had an increasingly hard time with not being able to kiss him. I love kissing. I love the feeling of his lips on mine, the way his tongue caresses mine, the way he pulls my lower lip into his mouth and drags his teeth acrossed it or even bites me.

I love kissing him.

But I have the truffle in my mouth and I can't.

After he is done with the glass... and I think slapping my ass with the paddle a couple of times... I am beneath him. He's again fucking me. His face is buried in my neck, kissing and biting me there. I turn to the side and moan a bit... and the truffle rolls out of my mouth. I draw a breath through my mouth and sigh. He realizes that I am no longer gagged by Godiva and stops to replace it but I beg him to kiss me.

And he does.

It's one of those kisses that makes you melt. That takes your breath away. That makes you feel weak in the knees. That brings you close to tears. That makes you feel as though this is THE moment that you want to never end.

I cannot resist the longing to wrap my legs around him so I push my chest against his, causing his to raise up a bit and ask him to free my legs. He does and then my arms as well.

After the fact I told him I would have been happy just to have my legs free but he told me. "I was ready to have you all"... and have me all he did.

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After all is done, we lay there in a heap of sweat, sex and euphoria.

I on my stomach, he draped over top of me. The intoxication of the evening making me higher than I have ever known with any substance makes me feel a sense of warmth and security... Maybe it is a moment of limerence that TBK talked about not too long ago? I've experienced that crazy heady feeling a few times in my life.

But this is bliss I have never known before.

I swore...

that I would never apologize for not posting on a regular basis... but here I am apologizing.

Not that my life isn't as busy as everyone else's... but I find it increasingly hard to find the time to write like I once did. Or like I want to. There just isn't the time I used to have and more importantly things that are occupying my time these days aren't meant for this forum.

I will leave you guys with the part three of Huevos Rancheros. Enjoy. I did.

And without further adieu...

)&%#@^%*!!!

Huevos Rancheros, Part Tres got eaten by the intarwebnets goblin.

Too frustrated to rewrite it.

Yes, I know I should have back it up in triplicate.

Too busy to rewrite it right now.

I have to don my other persona and get away from the sexy right now.

Hopefully I'll get both part tres and cuatro up tomorrow.

HNT for Lokey

Not exactly the full frontal you were hoping for but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday all!

Huevos Rancheros, Part Dos

So there I am...

Bound.

All four extremities tied.

Spread eagle.

Vulnerable.

And vibrating.

I cannot stop shaking.

My body feels as though it is being electro stimulated by thousands of tiny TENS machines. My deep breathing, my focused relaxation techniques, my self hypnosis that has always helped me previously fails miserably to quiet my trembling body.

There is music pumping through my head. Loud. Angry music. Hard and edgy. Not helping me relax one bit.

I fight with myself to allow what is going to happen to happen. I want to see. I want to hear. I want to......... I want to control things.

I feel him near me once again. He's sitting to my left, leaning over me. I can feel him close to my face and finally something brushes my lips. Like a hungry fledgling I open my mouth. Hungry to taste him. His kisses. His hand. Anything. I just want him. But it is round and hard.... ohhhh, right! The Godiva truffle! Hungrily, greedily I try to bite it. He pulls it out of my mouth, out of my reach. Again and again he gently places the truffle to my lips. I lick and suck and try to taste it but each time be pulls it away from my mouth. Finally he holds my face gentle in one hand and carefully places the truffle in my mouth. Perched upon my mouth, seated upon my lips I hold this truffle. Not eating it. Not daring to drop it, it becomes my ball gag.

His touch wanders across my body. He kisses trail where his finger tips were just once were. I moan lightly as he takes my nipple into his mouth. I want to grab his head and cradle him as I pull him fully onto my breasts but I have no more than 4 inches of play with the rope. All I can do is make small sounds of encouragement and lift my self ever so slightly to communicate that I am enjoying his attention.

His kisses and touches drift slowly southward. I feel as though I am about to explode as he kisses my hip. Trailing inward to that spot. Just inside my hip. That drives me insane whenever he touches me there. It is my spot. I lift my torso up to meet his touch, his kisses and forcefully I am shoved back down. I go to lift myself up again and his hand stays on my chest. Holding me down.

Again I struggle mentally with fully submitting and exerting my own will. The Sub and Switch battle ferociously as his tongue darts between my legs. Unexpectedly I feel a buzzing vibration at my cunt as his tongue laps at my clit. I moan in approval and lift my hips to meet his mouth.

And then he's gone from my touch.

I nearly panic. WHERE ARE YOU? is what I want to scream but I have the truffle in my mouth. Another wave of Switch and Sub battling goes off in my brain.

As I feel I cannot take it anymore, I feel him at the end of the bed. Between my legs. His body moving closer to mine. He's there. So close to me. I want to wrap my arms around him. I want to pull him close and kiss him. I want to do ... but I cannot.

I can only receive.

And receive I do. He kneels before me and deftly, like so many times before, but now so differently... he plunges into me.

Fully.

I want to scream. Can't. Truffle still in place.

I want wrap my legs around his waist as pistons into my pussy. I can't. My ankles are tied to either corner of the bed.

Oh god, I want to cum all over him. I feel as though I am drifting away as he continues to pound me... please don't stop.

Don't ever stop.

And then he's gone again.

This time for a long time.

Long enough for the Sub and Switch to battle to the end. I quiet that switchy part of my brain. I don't need to try to look around. I can see on a millimeter of the flicker light that the 50 candles are lighting the house with. Yes, I can push my torso up and halfway sit up... but what for? He's not there to touch me. And he'd push me back down anyway. Music is still pulsing through my brain. This time a calmer track. Still dark and heavy but without the frenetic fury of the previous songs.

I settle in.

My breathing slow and calculated.

Rhythmic.

I am finally fully submitting.

to be continued...

Huevos Rancheros

I lift my head from the new pillow on his bed. A present of sorts for me as we marked our one year anniversary together. (My chiropractor had told me to bring over my own pillow when I spent the night to help with my neck problems. LMF did one better. Bought two luxurious down pillows with gorgeous deep purple pillowcases that are now ALL mine whenever I am able to spend the night. ) 

I see him fully dressed in the clothes from the night before and he's reaching for his shoes.

"What are you doing?", I ask sleepily.

"I'm going to get you coffee", he replies.

"Ohhh.... thank you," I say as I roll back over with a sleepy smile on my face, losing the battle to cling to the last strands of sleep. 

Stretching every muscle in my body just like a cat, my body aches in wonderful ways. My mind starts recalling the events of the previous night. Being dressed up. Wearing those tiny panties (so small on my ass that it would make an Brazilian woman blush) that had the attached garters. The feeling of the scalloped lace of the stockings move on my thighs as I walked in my heels. 

Mingling at the bar with the other birthday well wishers. The birthday girl with those FIERCE 4 inch patent leather heels (Welcome to your Dirty Thirties, SK!). The girl who LMF knew but had no clue that she was taller than he is. She stands at least 6'1" tall. The fabulous gay couple that I swore was together for a long time but turned out that they were on their first date. So fun. So cute.

Four drinks into my evening, two drinks over my limit, I need to go home. I want to make use of those presents.

A box of matches that I was to light 50 candles throughout his house. Every candle used equalled one swat across my ass. I smile deviously with this present,

The next was a blackout eye mask which I would be wearing later on that night I was told.

The next present scared me the most and he laughed, saying it was the least intimidating of them all. Heavy, thin and rectangular box. When I rattled the box, the content shift in a way that all I can think is that there is a HUGE strand of ass beads in there or a chain or something along those lines. I laugh at myself when I unwrap the box to find a box of Godiva truffles... but the I am told that I am not allowed to eat them...???

The fourth present I knew what it was even before I opened it. I could feel the weight of this thing and when I picked it up I knew I was holding a handle. Opening it I didn't take my eyes off of him, he smiled from the couch as I was kneeling on the other side of the coffee table. A wooden paddle that would cover my entire ass with one stroke.

The last present. Something for after care. A bath mitt to wash my tender skin once we are done.

But we are still at the bar. I grab him greedily, "Let's go!". He admonished me saying we need to say goodbye to the birthday girl. I sigh in resignation. One of the gay guys catches my expression and says, "Girl! Don't I know where you are coming from. Take me home before the chance is gone. There is a fine line between feeling like this and passing out." I laugh as I give him a hug goodnight, say our farewell to the birthday girl and head on our way out the door.

On the ride home, I sit with my legs apart, letting my skirt fall into my lap revealing the lacy top of my stockings. His hand is drawn there, almost instantly. He tells me he loves the feel of my leg encased in the stockings, the contrast of the texture of the lace and then even higher up the smoothness of my inner thigh. I grab his hand and pull aside my panties and press his fingers to my bare pussy and ask how he likes the feel of that?!  Without words, only by his touch he tells me he appreciates it greatly.

At home, I realize I am a bit more intoxicated than I had thought. My 3½" heels are now a hazard so I slip out of them as I spy the box of matches. As he gets us something to drink, I begin my task of lighting the candles. He follows me with a cup of water that I drop the very last of a fire eaten match into. Each hiss that is made as the match hits the water reminds me that it isn't just his hand that is going to land on my ass... it's going to be that fucking paddle.

10 matches later, he tells me to gather my presents and then leads me to the bedroom and orders me to strip naked. I comply, stepping out of my dress. Unhooking the stockings from the garters, shedding the panties and pulling off the stockings one at a time.  

I crawl into bed and turn around to meet his gaze. He asks me to get comfortable on the bed, to arrange the pillows how ever I choose. I bulid myself a little next with the pillows under my head and coming around my shoulders. As I settle in, he reaches for something at the corner of the headboard.... Ahhh-ha! The black bondage rope. My left arm is tied in the single column fashion. This process is repeated on my right arm, then left ankle. He reaches my right ankle he grabs me by the foot and pulls my entire body down so he can restrain all 4 of my limbs. By that time my entire body is shaking with adrenaline of anticipation. 

He places the black out mask over my eyes. And when I am deprived of sight, my body really starts shaking. An unconscious response. I feel him over me, closing in on me and then I feel his mouth at my ear. He whispers instructions to me and then puts earbuds in my ears and I am taken away with a mixture of raging hard music as well as mellow, soothing beats... He leaves me there and I struggle to allow the sensations to come and the desire to try to find him even though I have been told I am to just lay there and receive whatever is to come my way.....

to be continued...

Tomorrow night

LMF thinks I should include this too:

I just bought...

www.rapunzelsmusings.com

Now I just have to figure this all out!

P.S. all traffic will be rerouted so no worries if you are coming here through the old address w/ Blogspot but make a note of the new address so you can pass it along to all your deviant friends.

My HNT Cherry

More about me on drugs

So the IUD went in yesterday. 

Smoothly, I would guess you would say if it wasn't your cervix that was pried open and a plastic T shoved into your uterus. I nearly laughed when the GYN said, "Okay now, nothing sharp or poky in your vagina anymore and outcomes the speculum"... for some reason I wanted to high five her. Even as the spasms of cramps were ripping through my whole lower torso.

So LovelyManFriend was there with me, helped me get dressed, laughed at the absolute HUGENESS of the sanitary napkin I was supposed to use afterward and then made me laugh a bit as we waited for the lab tech to draw my blood.

We walked out of the office with a prescription for Vicodan and quickly headed to the nearest pharmacy. I curled up into a semi-fetal ball as he drove and asked him to please avoid all the pot holes.

Dropped off the prescription and on out way out he passes a magazine stand and one of their headlines was something to the effect of "75 ways to Spice Up Your Sex Life"... I snarfed at that being on a mainstream mag and said we probably have done all of them. I continue to hobble out of the store and we went to have lunch. 

I called a guy a stupid twat in the parking lot. Laughed at myself for doing that and told LMF that he could tell anyone that I was on drugs if I started getting mouthy with random people. Sat in the autumnal sun, feeling like a cat soaking up the rays, feeling better until a wave of cramps would wash over me and make me feel like I wanted to vomit.

Back to the drug store, got my painkillers and LMF informs me the last time that he was in that drive thru was with his ex girlfriend while she was having a psychotic breakdown. Now here's the thing... his ex gf and his little sister (whom I think is the most awesome almost 18y/o girl I have ever met) share the same name... and in my pain haze all I could think was why was little sis having a breakdown? Didn't take pain pill yet.

Back to his house, he has to go to work, I have to go home to the cubs. I come into mayhem and bedlam and as it turns out, I have to turn around and take the cubs out for a haircut. No way I can drive and be under the influence. No pain pill.

Finally get home with freshly hair cut cubs, a 6 pack of Cottonwood's Pumpkin Ale and it is 5pm... finally take first ½ of a vicodan (the IUD was put in at 11:30a!) and drink a beer. Feel a little better after 45 minutes or so. Continue my night with the cubs- dinner, bath, story and bedtime. Ohhh and try to watch the election results.

Stay up until 10:15p chatting with LMF here and there, sending responses to neglected emails, finally say my good nights and pray I don't wake up like I did the morning after in 2000.

Good morning world. We have our first African American President! Hello President-Elect Obama!!

Feeling better but still in pain I take another pill. The haze descends on me and I feel stupid and goofy and squishy and OH MY GAWD I AM HORNY!

The point I want to make with this whole convoluted post is that vicodan makes me silly, I scratch my nose a lot when I am stoned on pills and it takes me a ridiculously long time to have an orgasm when high on pills. 

20 friggin minutes with a vibrator that is a guaranteed 2 minute orgasm! HELLO?!!

Vicodan + orgasms + me might as well equal water + oil

I'm on drugs

Well my uterus is. 

Small dose of progesterone delivered via my handy dandy brand spanking new Mirena IUC (IUD). 

NO MORE BABIES! 

:)

Should I hit send?

I am such a homewrecker!! 

Got this today from a friend's wife. Never met the woman and I guess she is a little scared of what could have happened between her husband and I. 

I am MeatBat's wife.
I am writing you to enquire on the extent of the friendship you have with him.
I do apologize, but somethings come up to make me think that there may have been a little bit more than just friendly banter between you two...

Thanks
Insecure Wife

What I feel I should reply with:

First of all why are you apologizing, Insecure Wife?

What makes you think that there is/was more to our friendship?

MeatBat is a friend that I enjoy talking to. As you know, he is wonderfully sarcastic and we've always enjoyed the so called "banter" that we both indulged in. It used to be much more regular but with him marrying you and being deployed, life gets in the way...

If you feel the need to check up with "other women" in his life... I think you and he need to talk about this more than you need to talk people you are suspicious of. I understand with him being deployed this can be tricky but Insecure Wife... do I represent that much of a threat?

I think this is truly a sign of a greater problem. Whether it is your problem, his problem or a problem within your dynamic together, no one deserves to exist where mistrust is present.