NYE (early) HNT

I will soon be leaving my cozy home to ring in the new year with my LMF and a dear friend of ours. We will grab a booth at our favorite bar, talk and laugh the night away as well say good bye to 2008 and welcome in 2009.

We had planned on a Burlesque show which I was ready to wear all kind of naughty things to. Instead I will don more conservative garb. Except the shoes... I've waited too long to wear these babies.



Too bad I can't wear just these and my lacy underpinnings... but with the forecasted 23° low tonight I doubt I would be happy with that choice!

Hope every one has a happy and safe New Year's celebration.

See you next year!

Blast from the past

The sense of nostalgia washes over me. Hearing from a long lost friend and former lover makes me wistful for what was and what could have been.

We both have looked for one another in the years passed. But his name is a very common one and it always overwhelmed me with the number of "John Doe's" that popped up with a web search. My name changed when I shed my maiden name and he had no idea of my married name.

Over a decade since we last talked. And we have resumed our conversations like no more than a week has passed.

I apologized for the way I broke up with him. Explaining that even to this day when things get serious, when I feel as though I am about to expose my fleshy underbelly that my gut reaction is to bolt.

We've compared life, offspring and relationships. He's also been part of the swinging lifestyle though his partner now isn't comfortable with that so he abstains. He's proclaimed if it doesn't work he's going to be a male slut... which just makes me want to scoff at that notion. This guy has been anything but ... though I guess everyone has to sow their wild oats at some time or another.

How I would love to be able to have dinner with him and reminisce in person. But a country divides us geographically. So email will have to suffice. And probably a good thing considering I always found this guy very handsome. Seeing him now, I can't help but get the warm and fuzzies looking at his face (and him with his own cubs) and realizing how much he looks like Christian Bale. OMG! Yum!

Looking back over the past these last few days, I find myself looking to the future. What will 2009 hold for me, my cubs and my relationship with LMF as it evolves? I try not to think too much about it and let it come as it may. It is my philosophy after all but that obsessive part of my brain has a hard time not latching onto the "What if's" now and then.

Let go, Rapunzel and enjoy the here and now.

And have fun when delving into the wistful past, debauchery of present and scandalous future.

When he claimed my ass as his own...

... he wasn't joking.

Ordered to strip from the waist down, I lay across his lap. I grit my teeth and yelp as his continues to work on my ass. Sometimes slow and methodical, sometimes fast and furious. I am so close to standing up and saying FUCK THIS but I am too stubborn. When tears come to my eyes, I think of my safe word but I am too stubborn.

Eventually his blows soften and I am able to breathe.

His touch once again becomes soft and soothing. Fingertips grazing over my blazing, red and tender skin. Involuntarily, I begin to purr. His two large hands cupping my ass, hovering right above my ass.

Can he feel the heat radiating off of my skin?

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK

Double handed, he wallops my ass with renewed fever. FUUUUUUUUUUCK! I buck and cry and squirm and yet try not to move too much because he is getting my sweet spot. That spot that makes me feel as though I am nearing an orgasm every time his hand lands.

And as quickly as he had resumed spanking me, he stopped. Lifted me up and stood next to me. Asked is I was okay, I murmered I was just fine. Standing there shivering and shaking from the adreneline.

He sheds his clothes and spins me around, pushing me onto all fours on the bed.

Hot and wet from the spanking, he's inside of me in an instant.

He fucks me from behind with no restraint. Pawing at my tender ass, he controls everything. As he pulls out, I try to spin around to wrap my legs around him. He wasn't done with me from behind. Forcefully he pushes be back down and continues to fuck my sopping wet pussy. When I think he is ready to allow me to turn around, he slowly and steadily pushes his cock into my ass.

No asking, no warning, no request. He just took what he saw was his.

If I thought I had trembled and cried with the spanking it was nothing compared to having him thrust into my ass.

I moaned for more lube and as one unit he moved us both to the bedside and poured the JO lube liberally. He continued to fuck me until I hissed for him to stop. I couldn't handle it. I felt as though there was a road block every time he pushed into me. He pulled out and knowing he was close, I grabbed a hold of his cock, giving him the slipperiest of hand jobs. He came hard. Spraying up over my shoulder, onto the headboard and pillows.

We just have to figure out a better way to anal. I want to enjoy it. I think I can. I think we can figure this out. Different positions? More lube? A vibrator for me? We'll unlock the secret of my ass one of these days!

Show and Tell

Sitting next to him last night at Quizzo, wanting to molest him but knowing full well that we had stories to share before we even dared, drove me INSANE!!

We have a little tradition about telling one another of our solo adventures. In person. In one another's arms. Usually touching and fondling, teasing and stoking.

I heard of his bar hopping with Kay. Striking up random conversations with beautiful women with beautiful shoes. Visiting 6 (?) different bars and their drinks. And when the bars shut down, the drive back to her parent's house. How they made out like teenagers in the front seat. How she went down on him and he played with her breasts. How he came in her mouth and she swallowed every last bit of his load. How he pushed the limits of our agreement...

All the while his hands were exploring my body. Darting in and out of my pants. I could feel his cock hard, straining against my thigh. 

When he was done telling me of his adventures, we both shed the last of our clothes. I was laying on my back, I wrapped my legs around his frame and he fucked me as I told him of my night with the CrazyAngel. How we giggled like school girls and it had little to do with the Mt Gay and tonics we were drinking. How we talked of him, agreeing on so much about his character, mannerisms and observations of him as a whole. Told him of brushing our teeth together and her laughing at my still present gag reflex as I brushed my tongue, saying, "You definitely need to get rid of that before you try face fucking or else you'll bite some one's cock off!". How when we got into bed we she warmed my cold hands and feet. How I kissed her on the forehead, asking her what I could do to make it better and that was when the floodgates were opened. How she totally topped me. Pulling my tank top up and kissed, caressed and bite my breasts and nipples. Trailing her mouth down my torso with butterfly kisses. Light and flitting. Of how I proclaimed she is a pussy eating savant! How she bit me and made me moan. How I held her hair and bucked my hips. Of how she pushed my arms up and away, telling me it was only for me. Of how midway through she took out the bar in her tongue and kissed me and said, "You taste good" and went directly back to making me cum. Of how I came multiple times as her tongue darted in and out of my pussy.  

And during this entire account, my LovelyManFriend was fucking me slowly and deliberately. I would get caught up in the moment, enjoying his cock slide in and out of my pussy and he'd ask me questions, wanting to know everything... I would be present long enough to answer and add a bit more information before I would get swept away with the good fucking I was getting.

One of my favorite moments of my night with CrazyAngel is how after we were done, I straddled her both of us grinding and kissing on one another and I promised her the next time I see her, I will have a strap on to fuck her properly.

Holy-Shit-FUCK

She's here.

To sleep over.

Yes, we've flirted. 

Will it go any further?

I want it to but at the same time am so friggin' nervous.

My first solo girl on girl experience?

Dare I hope?

She's in the shower now.

More later.

Since when has...

my lovely man friend ever said he wants to split me with his hard throbbing cock?

He has either had too much to drink with his family or someone got to his phone, saw my text informing him I was horny and decided to up the stakes in our conversation...

Either way I can't wait until he gets home. 

 

The Curious Case of

my crush on Brad Pitt.

I can't wait to see his new movie ........ and drool.

Speaking of drooling, I love these photos from W magazione. 

Shot by Steven Klein before Bragelina was an official thing, these three have to be my favorite. 

The last one especially. 

The caress of her check, the glimpse of her thigh, him pinning both her wrists to the side and my favorite piece the instep of her right foot.........

............. does this mean I have a foot fetish?

Surviving my Christmas

Know that your own mother is going to be drunk soon when she goes to the grocery store next to the ABC.

Kids should be well sugared, but there is a point of no return where the sugar high will turn on you.

Wrapping presents is best done slightly drunk. 

More to come as the Holiday Joy (DOOM) descends upon me

1:52pm EST

Would love to start drinking now but I have to take care of LMF's pussies. And pick up my son's bunny-wabbit.

Sugar cookies are done. 

Santa may now come. 

Only if he'd wrap the rest of the presents. 

I would do it but I want to drink while I wrap. And I can't do that because I must drive 25 minutes to LMF's house to take care of the pussies and pick up the bunny.

Can't pick up the bunny until after the kids are asleep.

I  have a  dilemma on my hands.

I have Mount Gay Rum and a bottle of Disaronno...

Major dilemmas, I tell you!

7:30pm EST

All cubs minus eldest are in bed. 

85% of wrapping is done. 

Still have to make the trip to LMF's house to feed the cats and pick up 10y/o cub's Miniature Lop, Blackie (who we think should be renamed Snuffy).

How I wish for a drink. But put off by the fact my mother is an alcoholic and has "blessed" my family with her drunken rhetoric. Sad because I cannot bring myself to have a cocktail because I don't want to deal with stress in the same fashion she does.

I think eldest cub shall ride shotgun and help me play Santa Claus for his younger brother. 

9:15pm EST

Going to get the wabbit, going to get the wabbit.

Not to be confused with the following @ 1:35 -

11:37pm EST

Blackie home with us.

LovelyManFriend's kittahs are fed and well loved.

I wouldn't mind so much if my mother was a happy drunk, silly drunk, hell a promiscuous drunk... but she's a nasty belligerent drunk. 

Merry Christmas, Ma... wonder if you'll remember being an ass in the morning.

I love the bitch (yes, I just called my mother a bitch!) but I am tired of this song and dance.

I am finally going to have my Disoranno over ice. Take that Alcoholism gene! 

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

A quick run down

Quizzo

Doctor D, Jane Eyre, LovelyManFriend and Breve are already there as I join the group and knit my sock.

Brad Pitt's body double joins the group.

I continue to knit... now fantasising about a group orgy with the people on the team.

We win a free pitcher of beer with our team name, "Asheville has chancres, go check your wankers". Credit goes to Brad.

Friday you might be in love but Tuesday is definitely the grey day.

Continue to drink and look at Jane Eyre and think about LMF kissing her, especially after she uses my lip plumper gloss. (Hey LMF- you never did answer my question... would you like to kiss her?) 

Breve copped a couple feels on a couple different people. My left nipple will never be the same!

The Doctor grew on me a little through the night... I thought he was a pompous ass at first. Now I just think he's an ass.

Poor Brad. He was used for genetic material in his marriage to a lesbian. He hold nothing against lesbians. Just wishes she had been truthful about it. But he's got an awesome cub of his own.

(I was truthful with him and told him that I play for both teams just for the sake of clarity.)

"Better 15 minutes late than 15 days late. Then you are FUCKED. No, actually you shouldn't have gotten fucked 15 days into your cycle. That's what IUD's are for and then fucking is fucking great."

Who's lips are what? And what lips are you talking about?!

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Reverse cowgirl via back bend, interesting. Bend your knees damn it!!

Fell asleep so hard that he never made it under the sheets. 

Still wondering if a group orgy would work. I know 3 of the 6 people at the table would be game... but we are just a bit kinkier than the average Joe. 

I miss having long hair

Last night with him behind me, he reached his hand up to grab a fistful of my hair. Admittedly there aren't the long tresses like there once were but there is enough to get a good handful.

Almost the same but not quite.

I fantasize about growing my thick, brunette hair long again.

To braid my hair.

To wear pigtails. :-)

To be able to trail my locks down his torso as I kiss and caress his body.

To have him literally take the reins and ...

Hmmm... Descision to be made. Long or short?

I've Got 3 Hearts

I had the pleasure of seeing a great band this summer by the name of 2 Foot Yard with my wonderful PirateLion friend, KittyBear. I fell in love with all three of the band members, Shahzad, Carla and Marika.

Marika being my favorite because she plays the cello. What a powerful instrument, nestled between her thighs, the rich, deep notes issued forth and resonated in my breastbone. I can only imagine what it must feel like when they resonate through her own core.

As I am off to CPR training today (which I just found out only restores circulation 10-30% of the time) I think I will leave you all with one of my favorite songs from their Borrowed Arms album.

Ladies and gentlemen-

Octopus

i`ve got three hearts, and one`s for you.
it`s only big enough for two.
it`s lined with petals and it`s cozy like an igloo.
come in any time you`re feeling blue
cause of my three hearts, this one`s for you.

i`ve got three hearts, and one`s all mine.
in it, i can loose all sense of time.
it`s filled with paper dolls, and parasols,
and notes in crumpled balls i left behind
for you to find.
keep out, it says upon the wooden sign.

i`ve got three hearts and one`s condemned.
it`s seams are ripped, it`s walls, i cannot mend.
it`s piled high with things i`ve stolen,
bits of days that push the swollen doors,
this little structure can`t contend.
it`s passion will turn out to be it`s end.

Their live version of the song--

So busy

Life as a motherbear, preparing for the holidays, registering for a full semester's worth of classes and everything else has left me with little time for anything else... I have been spending the majority of my time on the phone, on the computer, a little of both or running here, there and everywhere. 

A peek at me in the process of getting shit done via my webcab (no time for a gorgeous Holiday HNT like Coy Pink did!) which promptly took a shit after this was taken... like I need one more thing to have to take care of!

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

Why...

... did I just find my lube in my glove box?

LMF- Sorry, no knife.

My 5 things

Like the Beau, I am not tagging anyone but would be interested in seeing what everyone else's responses are. The original meme started with NewWrldYankee.

1. What are 5 Things you were doing Ten years ago?

Doing a lot of crying, I was in the midst of horrible Post Partum Depression, trying to mother a colicky 1½ month old and keep up with my then 2½ year old and realizing that I would never get any help from my ex husband with our children.

Had a postpartum infection from my c/section. Woke up with a 104° fever and couldn't get off the kitchen floor. Cried and begged my sweet baby boy to wake up daddy. He didn't understand. I got the phone and called my sister in law and she said she couldn't help because she was going to Atlantic City the next day and had to get her nails and hair done.
Got my first IUD put in. Vowed never to have any more children (HA!) but my OB wouldn't perform a tubal on a 20 year old.

Cut more than 10 inches off my hair and dyed it a horrible orange red color the day before Christmas Eve. All the color was concentrated at the crown of my head so it looked like I was wearing a bright orange yamaka!

Only bought 3 Christmas presents... and didn't bad about it at all.

2. What are 5 Things on your to-do list for today?

Knit Selene's scarf and finish LMF's hat.

Find LMF's pocket knife... if it is in my car. If it isn't, we think it has slipped into the black hole of the universe. A replacement knife can be purchased here, if any of you are feeling altruistic.

Get rid of this headache.

Continue the wonderful streak with my eldest son and truly enjoy his presence.

LMF... if his back is feeling better. Otherwise I'll be happy with cuddling tonight.

3. What are your 5 Favorite Snacks?

Chocolate, darker the better.

Mangoes, fresh or dried (but only if the dried, non sweetened, non sulphured are from Trader Joe's)

Trader Joe's Hummus with their Whole Wheat Honey Pretzels

Cheez-it's... very rare snack but I do love those crack-like snack crackers.

Dry pan roasted garbanzo beans with cumin

(I turned and asked Selene, "Do I even snack??!" when I tried to answer this question!)

4. What would you do if you were a Millionaire?

Invest and make sure that these things were taken care of- 

• a home for the cubs and I
  
• college fund for them all 
  
• helping my family in all their various states of woe 
  

and

• employing an au pair who would live with us until the kids were all self sufficient
  

Travel- a hybrid camper to tour the continental US with the cubs. Then travel abroad with or without the cubs... on the travel itinerary 

• South American Rain Forest
  
• Cloud Forest of Costa Rica
  
• take the kids to Barbados
  
• hike the Andes
  
• see Lake Titicaca (just because I like saying the word TITICACA!)
  
• Ireland
  
• Scotland
  
• Wales
  
• Germany
  
• France
  
• England
  
• Spain
  
• Russia
  
• Italy
  
• Portugal
  
• Morocco
  
• Greece
  
• see the Serengeti, go on a safari and shoot big game with my camera
  
• India
  
• Thailand
  
• climb the Great Wall of China
  
• Hong Kong
  
• Japan and eat sushi there and study with traditional Geishas
  
• Australia
  
• New Zealand
  
• then back home to the US with a stay in Hawaii.
  

Go to school, become a midwife. Realize my dream of catching babies.

Fund CIMS initiatives. Work to get midwifery laws changed throughout the US.

Live securely with my children, family, friends and love ones.

5. Where are 5 places you have lived?

Born In Kansas City, Kansas

Grew up in the FL Keys

Spent a few years in the Pacific NW. Mendo in the house!

GAWD AWWWWWEFUL Lonnnnn-gaaaah-lan'

Residing here and now in the majestic mountains of Western NC.

First...

lull in my sex drive in the past year.

It's been 5 days since LMF and I were last intimate, though we have slept together in the same bed twice since then. Over a week since I last masturbated.

What gives?

I know everyone ebbs and flow... but my libido almost always hovers near nympo status.

I told LMF that I think I finally appreciate why people like to snuggle. I've always looked forward to the point where you are all wrapped up in one another and then you get to start grinding and moving and stroking and teasing... but I have genuinely appreciated the time I have spent in his arms. Not needing sex to satisfy me.

What gives?

Am I losing my nympho tendencies? What if I really don't ever come out of this funk? Will I become chaste? Frigid even?

That's some scary shit to even contemplate. But the way I feel, sex is as appealing as cleaning out my fridge after my kids knock over the chocolate syrup and it spills over 2 shelves and the crisper drawer. But on a good note, the thought of sex doesn't give me th heebie jeebies like this yet...

so I have not yet lost all hope.

One of those days

OK Stupid?

RandomJerkoff:is it ok i have a tiny penis

Rapunzel: The question is- are you okay with it?

RandomJerkoff:whats the smalest u ever had

Rapunzel: Excuse me, you didn't answer my question...

RandomJerkoff:i guess

Rapunzel: Either you are or you are not

RandomJerkoff:well its like 2 inches

Rapunzel: And are you okay with that?

RandomJerkoff:yea

Rapunzel: Thank you for answering my question... was it *that* painful?

RandomJerkoff:would u like to see a pic

Rapunzel:So the next question has to be- do you know how to satisfy a woman since you are lacking in penile size?

Rapunzel:And no... I do not want to see your cock

RandomJerkoff:u have a nice ass

Rapunzel: I humor my boyfriend's penis because it brings me pleasure. A picture of your cock would do nothing more me. Most of the time I find them repulsive.

Rapunzel: I have been told that before. Thank you.

RandomJerkoff:can i see ur tits

Rapunzel: I'm sure you could see them since you appear to have enough eye sight to type at a keyboard…

RandomJerkoff:u didnt show them i want to see ur nipples

Rapunzel: but NO, you may not see a picture of my breasts.

RandomJerkoff:ur a boring slut

Rapunzel: Actually I am a good little slut but not an Internet ho.

Rapunzel: There is quite a difference.

While on OK Cupid, I had the above conversation with someone who apparently doesn't know how to comprehend what is written in my profile. I very blatantly stated that I don't want to have sex talk with just anyone. That you have to use your brain and be able to turn me on mentally before I will indulge you with anything.

Sigh... stupid boys.

I wonder if his penis was only 2 inches. 

2 inches erect or flaccid? 

Hmmmm....

Random Offer and Setting Fires

At home, alone and bored, I surfed through the Internet. Checked all my social networking site from vanilla (Myspace) to kinky (Fetlife) and then back to a dating site... where I got the most interesting proposition.

I have chatted with this gentleman on and off for the past year. Never meeting because I wasn't interested in what he had to offer initially. See, he is infatuated with women's asses. Wants to consume them, paddle them, spank them, fuck them... hell, he told me he likes taking women's temperatures rectally.

Obviously now, I do share some of his obsession.

When he first contacted me almost a year ago I wasn't ready to engage in his kind of play. But when he IM'ed me the other night, I felt the need to pick his red-handed-over-the-knee kind of brain. He indulged me and answered all of my questions which led me to realize I still needed a good beating. So he flipped the tables on me and started not questioning me.

What did I like? A good spanking. Paddles are okay but I get off on the feel of a warm hand landing across my ass so much more.

My experience? Limited. Wanting more.

Would my boyfriend like to watch a session? I don't know...

Personally I won't ever play with this red handed fool. He doesn't like safewords. Thinks they are for sissies. That they limit the play. Very well may be true for some people with a certain mindset... but there is no way that I would consent to playing with anyone without knowing them and having the option of the word NO.

He then got me ridiculously worked up with the tale from his last play session with a Middle Eastern beauty. How he slowly warmed her ass up with an occasion pop, all the while worshiping her body with long slow strokes. As she relaxed into the soothing touch, he lit into her and gave her (what he called) a good beating... there is more... but if he wants to tell his own tale, he'll have to get his own blog!

Serendipitously, last night LovelyManFriend and I were naked, snuggling... OF COURSE one thing led to another. It was a sweet, warm, cuddly interlude. Except I was withholding from bringing either one of us to the point of orgasm. I was on top and controlling the pace of things. I came close 3 times but intentionally stopped each time to prolong the moment. To intensify our frenzied peaks.

I know he got frustrated with me bringing us both so close and stopping cold time and time again. He grabbed my hips and tried to force to to continue but I locked my legs and would not acquiesce to his desire. I can be such a brat... teehee!

The last time I stopped cold, I felt his hand reach down to my hip again and I steadied myself waiting for him to try to force me to continue but instead his actions took my breath away in a lusty moan.

Time and time again his hand landed on my ass... whack, whack, whack. 

I lost count after the swats spilled into the double digits. 

Unlike previous spankings where there was no sex happening or the occasional pop on my ass as I am about to cum, these sensations were all together new. They drove me insane with lust. I came almost immediately. 

He didn't stop. His hand continued to batter my ass as I could do nothing more than to grind on his cock. Every time I thought he was finished, I would slow and he'd take a swipe at my ass spurring me to continue, to bring us to the finale of the evening.

There was no stopping either one of us.

With my very red ass and no doubt his tingling red hand, we collapsed together. I continued to quake and shiver as the aftershocks of the orgasm and the intensity of the spanking ripped through my body.

When I was in the bathroom later, I looked down at my left hip and ass. 

Red, welted, tingling.

Lovely. 

I looked up at him and said, "Look at that! You set my phoenix's tail afire."

I like it when he sets fire... to my ass.