TMI & ASK FIRST DAMN IT!

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Dumb and Stupid - weekend with the relatives

What did you or someone around you do
(this holiday weekend)
that qualifies you/them to live
at the intersection of
Dumb and Stupid?

Give me your best story.

What happens when you drink and blog: Black Dress, Birthday, and Pics...

I am back home from my friend's birthday party.
It was fun.
I drank - plenty. But not enough to end up in prison wear.
I am still in my black dress.

I received more than one request to recreate the pose
I presented tonight.
Here is my attempt.
Enjoy.

Funniest part of my night was when a twenty some year old
"boy" tried to show me how to get my groove on
on the dance floor. I told him he had a lot to learn about sex.

He said "...we are just dancing"
I told him - "one tells about the other"
sigh - to be so young and dumb still.

*I sent the second pic to Vixen Kitten via e-mail, and then decided to put it up for all to see... yeah - don't drink and blog.... you have been warned!!!!!

Going Out

Amy's favorite liquor choice

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I will be going out tonight.
It is Amy's birthday (my best friend for those new around here)
So, now ......

What to wear?

Amy has requested that we dress up.
She wants to wear the black dress that made her famous in Vegas ;)
She requested that I wear the outfit featured in my avatar.
However, it is NOT 80 degrees here like it was in NV. It will be in the 20's tonight.
So... what to wear?
I am thinking of going with my black wrap dress, thigh high black nylons and my knee high black boots. The look would be something like the picture below (with taller boots) What do you think?


Maybe if I have time I will post a pic before I go out. There will definitely be pictures taken during the evening. I will be the oldest one there tonight - which hopefully a drink or two will help me forget. I will be with the birthday girl who is three years my junior and a bunch of "girls" that work for her at her gym - cute, 20somethings, who are in shape and haven't had babies..... sigh. I will not have a driver. Therefore I will only be having my standard two drinks and then stopping. There is nothing sexy about standard issue jail wear.

Just because you are banging hot... you can not!

Just because you are banging hot you can not get away with dancing in the Apple store... with a ham, and a stuffed 'Steve' doll....




or maybe she can!!!!!



But, it sure as heck doesn't mean she can dance!!!!!

HNT - Sauna

The chill has settled in. The frost is thick on the windshields in the morning. Hats and mittens are required. It is close to being winter - officially. Activities move indoors and we start looking for a way to stay warm.

A sure fire way to get the blood (and sweat) moving.

Sauna

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It is a s-oww-na.
It is not a s-ahh-na.
When you are married to a Finn, this matters.

I have another pic here

Shhhh.... I have a secret

Is there something in your house
that is a secret?

On the verge of going on a trip this summer, I told my friend Amy
".....if hubby and I should die on this trip the house key is hidden ______ and I need you to come in and grab _______& _____ before my family has to empty out our belongings. That is not the last impression I want on their mind."

Without filling in the blanks - you get what I am talking about ;)

Do you have something(s) in your house you would want your friend or brother/sister to grab before your parents or relatives had to empty your house should you be vaporized on the way to where ever you are going today?

Leave me a comment-
(1) Do you have something(s) you would want taken out of your house? Tell me as little or as much as you want.
(2) Who would you ask?

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For more secrets go check out this site.

I don't get it

What doesn't make sense to me is :

If you have comment moderation on your blog......


Why do you make your commentors go through the hassle of a word verification?



I don't get it.

Think about it before you respond.

What do you want?

Tell me...
What is it you want?

I want to make crazy sense as I get lost and you find me

1. We need more fun.
2. Someone told me something last night and it made me smile.
3. If you want , just ask.
4. I am tired and in pain because my body sucks.
5. Massachusetts has a proposed 5% sales tax on elective cosmetic surgery; I think it is a small state and people will take their business elsewhere.
6. Booze and dead inlaws makes for a happy holiday.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to passing more kidney stones, tomorrow my plans include winterizing and cleaning daughters room and Sunday, I want to watch a ton of movies, read, and sleep. I will not do any of those!
What do you want from today?

HNT - Wordless, White, Sunlight

Thank you everyone who continues to visit. I have been horrible about getting around to visit everyone this past month. I appreciate each and everyone one of you and your comments.

I laid down late for my daily 1/2 hour nap. (the one I take so I don't kill my family at night, the one I take so I can blog at night, the one I take to stay me)

I didn't sleep well, and I awoke ..... sad? down? still tired?



I am not sure what I am feeling. But I can feel myself sliding into it.
It is like falling into mud, you know you are doing it, but you can't stop the momentum.

Somebody catch me. I don't want to land in the mud of sadness.

It is Tuesday --> TMI ( from the past) / TFT

I didn't want to take the time to watch the you tube videos for this weeks TMI. Sooo.... instead I grabbed the TMI from when I was gone and decided to answer those questions, cuz I can :) So... here we go:

I LOVE coffee - now you know.

1a. You just gave yourself a body-shaking orgasm. How long do you have to wait before you can give yourself another body-shaking orgasm?

If I push myself - right away, but man oh man it is sensitive and it takes a little longer.
But, it ends up being quite an intense second wind ;) .
If I wait until it isn't as sensitive we are talking at least an hour.

1b. You just gave yourself a body-shaking orgasm. What is the longest you can wait until you absolutely have to do it again?

Absolutely can wait?.... oh I am steadfast. I can wait for months if I had to.
How long do I want to wait? A day or two.

2a. If you are good in this life, what will you come back as in your next life ... if you come back as an animate being?

hmmmm, me but with happier people around me.
or a bird - one that comes here in the Summer and flies South for the winter.

2b. ..... if you come back as an inanimate being?

inanimate? wow. A tree, an old oak or majestic pine.

all pics from vi.sulize

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Don't forget about Tits For Troops
Go - click - see my boobs ;)
(wouldn't my mom be proud *shaking head no....)

I got nothing - but someone does

I discovered this blog awhile back - actually she discovered me, and I followed her home :)

While I have nothing worth reading today I found this "secret" quite interesting today.

Now, I have not posted my secret over there yet dear luvs... but I will. Why don't you too.

You can go anon.... or not ;)

Go spill your secret here
















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I did as I was told - group post

The curve of my back as it arched off the mattress cast a shadow against the wall. You grabbed onto my hips and pulled me to the end of the bed. On your knees you ran your hands from my waist to my littlest toe before diving into the warmth waiting for you between my legs. A long slow moan escaped my lips. The same moan I had imagined in my mind over and over again. The anticipation I had for this moment could not match the actual feeling that was being played out between my legs.

What exactly you were doing to cause so much pleasure I can not say. The distinction between your tongue and your fingers, sucking, licking, rubbing, and playing all melding into a feeling I have never experienced before. The pleasure and the pressure built. I tried to hold onto the feeling, ride it out, enjoy it. I took one moment. A moment to look around me, to take it all in to remember everything. This was something I never wanted to forget.



I looked down at you, you were looking at me. Our eyes locked for a moment. Just when I couldn't stand it any longer you went back to driving me over the edge. My heels were driving into your back trying to urge you on, pushing you deeper. My hands were grasping for a hold, anything... all they could find was a pillow. I claw the pillow before I finally pull it over my face and moan loudly. The sound is guttural and animal like, it is the sound of a passion that has been caged for too long. I want to hold out, I don't want to cum yet. I want to feel, it has been so long since I have felt anything. But alas with you working my clit, and your fingers working everything else I am defenseless.

You bring me back to the moment by telling me to look at you. To cum for you. I pull the pillow aside and do as I am told.

This is part of a group post. Once a month we take a word or idea and run with it. The stories are always vastly different which is what makes this project that much more fun. I hope you enjoyed my story. It was fun to let my imagination run, and hubby enjoyed where it led my body to go after I wrote it *wink *double wink.

Because I wrote this Thursday night and scheduled it due to my out of town hunting trip I do not have the links for the others participating. Please head over to The Errant Wife, as I am sure Kimberly has everyone locked, I mean linked up. Have a good weekend. BFD

Somedays he will have to pay his debts - guest post

This is a blog post I received from an anonymous source. I received it with all of my other blog posts that I used while on vacation. At the last minute this person asked me to hold off, not to use it. So I filled the space with another post. I received an email this last week that said it was time to post this. So... here it is - lend an ear and a shoulder. I cut and paste and apologize for any typos I did not catch - when one writes with emotion it is hard to worry about misspellings and commas. I know my dear readers that all comments will be supportive and filled with understanding. As Always, BFD

I remember it oh so clearly. Of the ffew things in my childhood that recall this one has left an indelible mark on my psyche. I was 7 or 8. The age of my young son. I remember him he was older, a teenager, the son of one of my mom's friend. His name was Billy

Him: "Would you like to play a game?"

Me : "Yaaay Billy....I love games."

Him: OK we need to take off all our clothes

Me: OK

Him: Do you know what this is?

Me: That's a pee pee

Him: Ill touch your, but then you have to touch mine

me: Ummm..OK Billy won't we get in trouble?

Billy: Oh no its fun, bit is our secret ok?

Me: OK Billy

That's how it started. I remember him asking me to touch it, put my mouth on it. I admit I get a bit nauseas just writing this. It is a secret I have kept with me all my life. I have only told but a few people. This happened on more than one occasion. The lying naked, the touching the inappropriate conversations. As I try to recall the details of my emotions I know I did not know it was wrong. How could I at that point I didn't even understand what sex was. I remember feeling different, weird, like maybe we shouldn't be doing that, but at the time I didn't know for sure.

The injury really did not occur until a grew older. When I began to understand what had happened. I guess in hindsight ( no pun intended) he never did penetrate me, and in some weird way I am thankful for that. Of course my mom never found out..no one did. In those days you just didn't talk about those kinds of things. They seemed to only bring more shame on the victim rather than the perpetrator. My biggest regret is that I did not tell anyone. Not necessarily because it would have benefited me in any way, but I worry and wonder if Billy went on to molest others. Perhaps even his own kids.

For a long while I danced with the shame of what had happened to me. I wondered if I could have done something different. How I could have avoided the situation. How did I encourage Billy even though our parents left us together for hours in the basement unattended. I blamed myself for the longest time and lived with the shame that maybe I should have said no. I cannot say though that it ever really affected any of my adult relationships. I grew up to lead what I would call a relatively healthy and dedicated heterosexual lifestyle. Certainly nothing I would consider deviant or abnormal.

I have come to terms with what has happened to me over the years. I guess if there was one incredibly unfair side-effect was that I had to always be hyper-alert about my sexual behavior. I was deathly afraid of becoming a statistic by turning around and becoming a molester myself. Fortunately, I never even remotely felt any desire in that direction, but still I think about it and it makes me sad that Billy ever had that kind of power over my life. I wonder though. I wonder how many more there are out there, especially from my time when these things were less inclined to be reported. Why did I write this blog? I am not sure. Maybe because it was on my mind and up until this point in my life I have only ever told three people, and I am sure one does not remember because I only mentioned it in passing. The other was a professional therapist. Now I have told you, and although I have kept my identity anonymous in some small way I feel as if I have told the world., and the more people I can share this with the less power the event has over me

Still I wonder how many of you are out there still holding on to a similar secret. Afraid to tell anyone. Silently letting it possess your thoughts ands perhaps even your life. Allowing it to sit under the surface like a giant rock in a rushing river secretly causing turbulence and rapids above. I suppose if I could do one thing here by my act is encourage you to do the same. If you cannot do it on your own blog, then find a good friend and do it on theirs. Let the Billy's of the world know that we know who they are. That we know what they have done and WE are NOT to blame! We did nothing wrong they did, nor did we encourage them. We are not going to let them have power anymore. That the filth they created is on them and not us.

i don't know if I will ever see Billy again, in fact ,I don't even know what happened to him or his family. I mentioned his name to my mother not to long ago just to see if she has ever heard from his mother. My mother got really upset for some reason, and I never did get an answer. Oh well ..that is another 5 page blog. However, if I ever did run into Billy it would be way too late and certainly impossible to prove what he had done to me, but I know. That's right I know and I all I would have to say to him would be "I know what you did to me. You can deny it all you want, but I know. I forgive you Billy, but someday you are going to have to pay your debts". Then I would walk away and that would be the end of our conversation.

ooops

Sorry for those of you who just received a dashboard update stating I just posted my group post. The scheduler went all wrong and wouldn't schedule - rather it kept posting.

You may now go about your business, continuing reading below if you haven't, there is nothing to see here. (Until later).

Sorry

ok, fine, a quick pic (an outtake) for your inconvenience.

A Hunting We Will Go & Friday Fill-In

This weekend is going to be filled with hunting. My oldest sprout is legally old enough to shoot his own deer this weekend (in my opinion he needs to wait two more years. I do not pull the weight on the hunting decisions though - so I step back, I get up at 5:30, I bundle up

(long underware, camo pants, fleece pants, wic socks, long sleeve shirt, sweater, hubby's sweatshirt, hunting coat, orange vest, hat, and mittens, and heat packs... ahhhh yes, welcome to the Midwest in the middle of November. Ohhhh, that? That is your breath you are seeing. Yes, basically the moisture in your breath is FREEZING as you exhale. You gotta love it!!!!)

I digress...

I tromp out of the house (boots tromp). Drive down the road, walk quietly across the field, crawl up into the stand that looks like a fruit stand - but in the air. Get settled, watch hubby and son get into the hunting mode, and WAIT.......

Wait for sunrise. Wait for a deer to feel the need to move. Wait for a doe to attract a buck. Wait. Wait for the right shot. Wait for the wind to change. Wait. Wait for one with bigger horns. Wait.





1. The last band I saw live was It was a country music fest in my hometown, many bands all weekend. Used to work the event for years.
2. What I look forward to most on Thanksgiving isPumpkin Pie - the whole thing with a tub of whip cream. I am serious - it is the only time of the year I really eat dessert and I eat the whole thing. Don't get in my way!!! (I know, I look like it too - don't I :)
3. My Christmas/holiday shopping is something I don't get carried away with.
4. Thoughts of _____________ fill my head. (Now if I told you that..... oh man, oh man)
5. I wish I could wear a bikini. I wish I would have when I could have. The modesty I was raised with be damned.
6. Bagpipes can be lovely if played correctly. However, they are hardly ever played correctly.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to dropping 1/2 my sprouts at my folks' house and bringing the other two with deer hunting, tomorrow my plans include watching my oldest hunt for the first time and Sunday, I want to sleep and read and watch a ton of movies, but instead... I will be a good hunting wife and do what needs to be done with all things hunting!

HNT - Vegas

Sorry I am late, my computer kept crashing.
Which is why there are few words
(I know really that makes you happy ;)
On with the show:

Here is the one and only pic of the
Halloween costume - amazingly taking
pictures wasn't our first thought
(pictures = evidence )
*wink

Now if you didn't catch the Vegas saga you can catch
part #1 here
and
part #2 here

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As you have read
(I know you read it)
I spent a dance or two (or more) on the Coyote Ugly bar...
in the end my skirt ripped.....

The ending to my Vegas trip
Thank you everyone for joining me
these last few days as I piece the memories
together. It was fun to share.

Don't forget to
check out the
OHNT - you
will find the finale
to my Fire & Ice series.

TMI Tuesday, and I overslept !!!

I totally forgot that it was Tuesday. Which meant TMI, and TFT...
I woke at my normal God awful time to get my family out the door with smiles, love, hugs, kisses, and coffee (hubby). For the first time since I can remember I crawled back into bed. Not only that, but, I fell asleep. I have one child left at home and being the fourth child he is fiercely independent. Therefore he awoke, turned on the t.v. and played with his birthday present HotWheels set. After a bit he got hungry apparantly as there was a box of animal crackers out and an empty yogurt container on a stool in front of the t.v. I all the while snoozed, and had wierd fall back asleep dreams.

I woke up at 8am. Now today I was suppose to leave the house by 8:15 to get this sprout to pre-school. Yeah.... we were gonna be late. Needless to say - this threw off my whole day. Oh well. It is still Tuesday where I live so....

Don't forget to check out TFT - some of you really like the pic when it was a hnt post, you can see it again over there - plus it is Veteran's Day on Wednesday - what better way to show your support.

Next TMI Tuesday....

1. I lost my virginity at 18, in the back of a car, on prom night. Where and when did you lose yours?

I had just turned 18. It was in my boyfriends Ford pickup, in a back field after a rodeo (I told you I am/was small town)

2. I think my ass is my best sexual feature. What is yours?

My eyes, at least that is what I am told. (I totally think that can be sexual. right?)

3. A recurring theme in my fantasies is being slammed up against the wall. Do you have a recurring fantasy or a theme to your fantasies?

Public places seem to keep coming up in my mind.

4. I love watching guys masturbate. Do you enjoy watching others (a partner or a stranger) masturbate?

If I had 30 minutes to fit in what I really desired it wouldn't come into play.
But it can add to an evening for sure.

5. I hate when guys are quiet in bed. I like to hear you moaning as you cum. Do you like you partners quiet? Are you quiet?

I have been bugging my hubby about this lately (ohhhh he will kill me for spilling) But, no, I don't like quiet- am tired of it. I want some feedback. It was Sadie who first mentioned this (or where I first read and thought about it) this summer... ever since then I have done some encouraging. It is getting better ;)

6. I love playing with nipples. Do you love having your nipples played with?

Apparently I do?! Who knew. This is a new thing for me. I used to hate it. Not so much anymore. In fact not so long ago that is all it took to almost put me over the edge...

7. My ‘number’ is between 15 and 25. What is your 'number'?

You know what?????? I really really really do not know. Honestly. I used to keep a running in my head during college - I really had this whole AIDS worry thing going on (even though I was safe). But I have forgotten since then and while I want to say that it is between 7-10... I can't remember for sure. (amazing how the mind can have selective memory) I kind of remember freaking out when it was more then 'a handful' but I can't recall now if that was 1 handful or 2 ??? so 5 or 10 at the time???? sigh... I don't know. sorry.

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Alright more tomorrow and HNT on my trip to Vegas and then I will get off from the subject. 'stay tuned'

What's a Girl to Do?

Today's final guest post is going to start Anon. She may reveal herself in the comment box...show her some love

I quickly volunteered for this post and now? I'm having trouble with what to write about. Should I do an anon post and just let it all out? Or do a linked post and pray my husband doesn't read it?? I always thought that I would start this cute blog about football, my kids and household, and blah blah blah. It hasn't really turned out that way at all. Oh sure, I still write about football and my kids, but it is evolving into something else. I didn't want to be a Mommy Blogger, but I was also unsure about "laying it all out there." In my line of work, or my husband's for that matter, I have to be careful on the trail that I leave. I started reading other blogs, LOTS of other blogs and found out that I'm not that different from a million other people out there. In a nutshell, I'm somewhat happily married, three awesome kids, a job I hate but can't quit and I'm completely bored. You know, bored....

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Barefoot Dreamer caught my attention because she said she's on a road to self-discovery. I think that's a pretty good description of my life in the past year. What I've discovered most is that my sex life is lacking, a LOT. And I'm not sure I really want to have an affair although I am contemplating it. I really love my husband, but I also know that affairs (having had one or two before during my last marriage--don't judge, I traveled A LOT with my last job) should have nothing to do with emotion--just sex. Period. In the past month, I've met about 10 men in various arenas, (you know--work, sports, etc.) not one of which I would fuck. What the hell? I read these blogs by these women that talk about their awesome sex life with their men and wonder, "Are they lying?" I ask this because if you read mine, you'll see the same thing. I mean, we have great sex, never boring or the same old routine...The problem is just not enough of it!

Now, here's the dilemma (well, besides not getting any): No one warns you that when you hit 36, your sex drive goes into sixth gear. NO ONE! Where are our mothers and sisters at this point? Snickering at us as we lean up against the spin cycle?? What's even MORE amazing is that when you pass through 40? You're in overdrive. I'm serious. That's one reason I married someone a few years younger--thought he could keep up. I have a hard time grocery shopping. Every somewhat attractive man is a target in my mind. I spend the entire time in Safeway like Madeline Kahn in "History of the World, Part I"--yes, no, no, no, no, no, no, YES, no, no, yes, no, no, YYYEEESSSSS!!!!! I look at coaches and team dads from other teams (my own? Yeah...no, not even) during sporting events thinking, "Hmmm, wonder if he likes...?" Yeah, pathetic, I know. But what's a girl to do?

If you think about it, sex is really the one thing you cannot compromise on in a marriage. No, no, it's true! Now let me tell you why:

Let's say I want to have sex 60 times a month--break that down to twice a day or skip some days and make up for it on the weekends, whatever.

Now YOU want to have sex 10 times a month. That leaves 50 times unaccounted for. So, we compromise. We decide to do it 35 times a month. (Now, I realize you don't have conversations with exact numbers, I'm just using this as an example. Be patient.) OK, we're both OK with that, except not really...

You're doing it way more than you want, and I'm getting it way less. The biggest problem is now the times you're doing it more have become a chore. An obligatory fuck, if you will. You don't really want to but you're doing it just to keep my happy and shut me the fuck up. Obligatory. Now, who's happy about that? Kinda takes the passion and experimentation out, doesn't it?

On the flip side, if you keep on the track you're on you wind up buying stock in Jergens and wasting money on chat time on Ashley Madison. Oh yeah, THERE'S an interesting site...Whew! Four days of having a profile with NO PIC and I had like 300 emails. Scary. Took it down. Ran like the wind....Man.

Yes, I do have toys but you and I know that they are just not the same, are they? They should be used like porn--enhancing the sex life, not the "other person" if you will, in the relationship.

So I convinced hubby, after month's of bitching, that he needs to see a doc. He's going on Monday. I know his work exhausts him and I can confidently say that he's not fucking around. He doesn't have the time nor the energy. No, trust me..I know. I have my ways. I just know that this is wearing on both of us. His lack of sex drive and my overdrive are making for some uncomfortable weekends. Wearing on my self-esteem too, but I realize that it's not me. It's really not him either. That's what I get for marrying a semi-pro athlete/bodybuilder--if you know what I mean. Our sex life wasn't the only thing "enhanced" when we met.

So, I ask you in the meantime: Do I pursue physical gratification at the hands of someone else? I DO have an offer on the table from a much younger guy. Do I keep investing in Energizer and hope the doc helps? Or do I just brush it under the rug and act as if it's OK?

put your two cents in the comment box

Missionary - Judge Not.

I have to send a big thanks to Barefoot Dreamer for having me today as her guest. I will try to limit my F-bombs, as she is far classier a lady than myself and it not my intention to defile this beautiful blog. But I can only be who I am, and I have something on my mind today.

What I want to write about today is the missionary position. In fact, today I write in staunch defense of the missionary position.

The missionary position has a very bad reputation, and this makes me quite sad indeed. For it is, by far, my very favorite posture in the lovemaking realm, the fucking realm (whoops sorry – there is no other word in the English language that holds the same meaning and context as “fucking” and there are times within this post that I will have no choice but to make use of it) and even the simple mechanical sexual intercourse realm. For me, it is the perfect posture.

I am sure it considered vanilla by most. We imagine frigid women enduring the missionary position as their dutiful (and quite infrequent) submission to their husbands. We imagine them staring at the ceiling, waiting for him to finish. We imagine them pushing said husband off of them the minute orgasm has been achieved (by him! Never by her, because the missionary position is not imagined to be a pose for women who are actually interested in coming themselves), grabbing her book off the bedside table and drifting off to sleep to the literary workings of Jodi Piccoult.

This is not my association with the missionary position.

I love this position because I love being pounded by my husband, and it is in this position he can pound me best. I love watching his face, feeling the force of him drilling into me, giving him full access to the very essence of me

I love the access to his body – where I can wrap my hands around his throat, pinch his nipples or shove my middle finger into his mouth. Or I can caress him softly if I choose, which I often do, running my fingernails slowly and gently down his chest.

I can grab his ass and try to control his rhythm, he can buck against my hands in revolt.

He can call me names, whispering into my ear “Come for me.” Maybe that night I am his whore and he will let me know every chance he gets. He will want me to look him in the eyes when he insults me, he will want to know how much he enjoys it.

He can grab my ankles and force my legs wider, he can push them together and force my knees to my chest. He can rest a foot on each shoulder.

We can lock eyes, grinning lovingly at each other, or he can blindfold me and watch me. He can run his eyes all over me or stare down at the place where we connect.

And when his pleasure becomes too much to bear, he can leave his mark on me anywhere he chooses. He can ask me to open my mouth, he can run himself across my chest. He can stay right where he is (thank you, Vasectomy) or he can lubricate me for more fun later. He can use himself afterwards, rubbing against me, giving me even pleasure than he already has.

And so, my friends, while there are a great many sexual positions that are creative and acrobatic and even kinky or dirty, I am simple woman with simple needs, and the simplicity of the missionary position is what makes it so wonderful.

Judge not.

You can find more by Athena here

~athena

www.returningtocenter.blogspot.com

HNT- Fire & Ice II

I should be getting on a plane today (Thursday) and home sometime late tonight or in the wee hours of Friday morning from my Vegas trip. I am hoping I had such a wonderful time I won't even know where to start.

Thanks for continuing to visit and read (my guest posts) while I was gone. (btw- did you check out the post below? Adam updated us ... remember he was about to burst waiting for his wife's postpartum check up? well burst he did, but at the right time ;) go see)

See you in a day or two when I get home and recover.

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onto the nekkidness

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I posted here a set of pics
I called Fire & Ice
I was so surprised by your wonderful responses
Especially considering
I almost threw this whole set away.

Here is another couple of pics
I wish I could post Vegas pics but
I will not have computer access.

Could someone make sure that Os knows I am up.

Tonight she was going to make sure I was satisfied

Well I need to thank BFD once again for allowing me to make an appearance on her blog.

Well last time I made a visit I shared with you how awesome it was to make my new baby! I also shared with you how I wanted to be face down in my wife with a mouthful of her vagina. I also was counting down the days until her 6 week postpartum appointment with her doctor. Remember?!

So now that we are caught up, I felt compelled to give you an ever hotter epilogue to the story!

Finding alone time with my wife has been increasingly scarce. Between going to work, and the Wifey heading back to work, finding quiet alone time where we aren't really tired has become a rarity. Now that we have had the all clear from the doctor, we had to get the "first time" out of our system. Wifey was nervous because all her books tell her that the first time after the baby hurts a little. I have read that an episiotomy can make it difficult to self lubricate, and my wife an I have never once used any type of lubricant ever. So not only was our first time going to be the first time after the baby, but also the first time we needed to use something other than our own fluids to have sex. Not only that, because of breast feeding, we also have to use a device I have NEVER used with my wife, a condom.

Now that we have a green light we were not prepared at all. We did not have lube, condoms, but we DID have alone time.

Things started out playful. A gave her a complete body rub down. I love giving these because with every heavy stroke down her back, I can feel her muscles start to relax. As she starts to get relaxed, I let my hands slip into parts of her that usually don't "casually" find themselves. I would rub her legs and move north along her legs until I approached her pantie line. She would move and make herself more accessible and I would move to the next leg, and repeat. Again she would make herself more accessible and again I would move to a different part of her body.

I could tell she was getting hotter with every passing tease, until I finally found myself with my lips against her tummy, softly kissing her from her belly button up to her lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth slowly, and once my hand found its way to the small of her back [as she was now laying on her back] she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in tighter. Her tongue was schooling my tongue in the ways of some twisted mouth game.

It had been too many months without intimate contact with my wife, I could feel my self aching to leap out of my pants. I was harder than a nipple in a wind storm, and felt like a teenager. I thought the if my wife were to touch me with just the most subtle of moves, I would blow it. My wife's hands found their way into the front of my pants, and wrapped around me like wrapping paper on carefully wrapped gifts on Christmas morning. She was carefully playing, stroking, and letting me know that tonight of all nights, she wasn't going to leave me hanging.

I could feel myself coming to a sudden end, I pulled away and plunged myself into an act I have only dreamed about for the last few months. I suddenly found myself in my wife with a mouth full of vagina. It was like having a home cooked meal after being deployed for a year. It's was like being a convict who was exonerated and suddenly let out of prison.

It didn't take long for my wife to scream and moan in satisfaction, but then suddenly she said something that will make the most turned on guy stop dead in his tracks. It will make a penis go from hard as a rock to flaccid as a spent balloon. "Ow, that hurts"

It stopped me dead in my tracks. I thought that I put a finger where it wasn't allowed to be, and I asked if she was ok. Well it turns out that she hasn't seen that much action south of the border in a little while and she wasn't quite back in shape.

I felt compelled to kiss her neck and apologize profusely. But she wasn't done.

For too long she watched me lay in bed next to her and cuddle her, and make her feel loved, and make her feel beautiful despite the stretch marks, despite the mommy belly, and despite the lack of sleep.
Tonight she was going to make sure I was satisfied.

Up until this point in our marriage, I have only had an orgasm while we had sex. Sure she would go down on me, and use her hands, but never ever to a finality, it was more of a build up.

This night her hands slammed down my pants and once again wrapped me in their soft touch. With a slow, deliberate motion, she started. With every following stroke she made her intentions known. She moved closer, kissed me ears, my neck, my nipple, all the while her hands did their diligent duty. Increasing speed she started to hold her breath. She was breathing like I was actually having sex with her, Her hands started going faster. Her breathing more and more rapidly. She could hear my breathing increasing as I was nervously wondering what was about to happen. I was about to blow a load into my wife's hand for the first time and I suddenly felt self conscious. Sure I have had many orgasms, but never have they been visible to her. Sure in the shower when I am alone, I can see them, but I have never shared that experience with my wife. She has never seen me actually blow it.

My wife could feel me start to get harder as I neared orgasm, she positioned herself for the fireworks that were about to go off. Harder and harder I grew, I held my breath and suddenly I couldn't hold back any more. I let myself go and allowed what was ineveitably going to happen, just happen. Just as my prostate started to pulsate to send out my reserves, she stopped and away I went. She gripped so tight and as she felt the first drops of baby batter on her hands and arms, and she let out a deep exhale. Like she was congratulating herself on a job well done.

I couldn't say anything, my body had gone numb. There is something magical about experiencing something you have experienced before, but never with your wife. I was smiling from ear to ear and my wife looked at me. She smiled back, and I told her, "I think we made a great mess."

"You started it." she said. I kissed her gently and we curled up in bed and held each other.

It was about 10 minutes later when my wife rolled over and curled up inside arm and said, " Want to hear something funny?"

"Sure." I say.

"I have never done that to anyone before."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, never ever. I love you. Good night."

You can find Adam over here @ Throwing Quarters.
Remember to keep all your naughty comments over here - as his in-laws read over there.

Anger Managment

Today's guest post comes from Ken:

Look I know sometimes I paint a pretty rosy picture of myself on my blog, and in some way all blogs are a little bit if a narcissistic journey. In the same token I have written a lot of raw and honest stuff about myself there as well. It is interesting that it is easier to tell a bunch of strangers than it is to tell the people closest to me. I am sure I could count on one hand the number of people who read my blog who actually KNOW me and/or have met me in person.

Look I am a guy and in many ways a typical guy. Sure I love opera, art, and I write poetry, but I also love heavy metal, power tools, football, and I pick my toenails. I cry at a good movie, and I am a hopeless romantic, but I put my pants on one leg at a time, I burp and I scratch myself while fixing my package. So if I have painted this super caring altruistic "Mr Perfect" portrait of myself here then I apologize. For one that was not my intent and two that is hardly how I see myself. Don't get me wrong I think I am a good person (I didn't always feel that way) and I admit in some ways I have tried to set myself apart from the average guy, but I want you to know that is not how I act around people in real life. I really don't like coming across as better than anyone else. I hope if you ever got a chance to hang with me you would find me a fun and relaxed person to be around. Someone who is intellectually stimulating and a person who you could talk to about almost any topic and have an enjoyable conversation.

Why am I saying all this? What is the point I am getting to? Well you know I got flaws and lots of them. Some are just the same minor flaws we all have and others are of the major type. Tee kind you work on all your life to fix or control. part of being a passionate person is sometimes emotions can be high, or run near the surface. Unfortunately, anger is an emotion just like any other. Now you throw in the fact that I am from New York, Half Italian and half Irish you not only have a lot of passion, but at times you can have a lot of anger.

I admit it I get angry, hotheaded, and when I do I can pretty much use the "F" word in its all forms as a verb, noun, an action verb, a passive verb, an adverb, an adjective ,an interjection, heck I can even use it as a conjunction. I mean hell they practically teach you that along with writing cursive in elementary school in upstate New York in the 70's. The film "Goodwill Hunting" or what I call "Good Fucking Hunting" had nothing on us.

Now in all fairness I have come a long way in my life, and I have had some good helpful mentors along the way. I no longer flip my teachers off like I did when I was a kid, I no longer punch walls with my bare fists like I did when I was a teen, and I am not itchin' for a fight like I did sometimes in high school. One helpful mentor was my Principal in Elementary school. He would be my ideal for what an educator should be. When I was having anger issues in elementary school he came to me one day and gave me a softball. My job was to keep it in my desk, and throughout the week I would write on it anytime anything angered me. I would write down the item, incident, and or person that upset me so. Then on Friday he would pull me out of class and just he and I would go to the gym. I would then pick one item on that ball at a time and I would whip that softball at him as hard as I could while thinking of the thing that made me angry. He would catch that ball each time with his bare hands.By the end of the session his hands were red and I was exhausted and much calmer. It is amazing that even as I read this how clearly I recall it, and how much it helped me in controlling my anger today. I do not have a softball other than a virtual one I keep in my mind. Plus I have an awesome counselor that helps me when I am in a real bad way.

For the most part my anger is as benign as anyone's, and like most people I get irritated by bills, to do lists, people who don't listen and occasionally the ex ( in fairness I am sure I irritate the hell out of her). Every once in a while though something just makes my blood boil. I hate hate hate injustice and I hate people being completely inconsiderate and dumping unnecessary stress on me. It makes my blood boil. I want to fight. I want to seriously kick some ass and I worry. You see this is the anger I am accutely aware of and with my size and bit of knowledge if I ever acted on it I could get myself in some trouble. I think the important thing is I recognize this part of me. When I was seriously depressed I could not feel any emotion except for anger. I swear there were times I just wanted to beat the shit out of somebody. I just wanted someone to pick a fight even if it meant getting my ass kicked because then at least I could feel. Now before you go checking the dead-bolt on your doors and downloading a template for restraining orders. I am fine now really. Yes, I get angry but I also recognize it and how to avoid the dangerous and destructive behavior associated with that kind of anger.

Those who know me and read my blog know a lot of things have happened in the last year ..year and half that have severely changed my life and put a lot of stress into it. Besides the divorce I have spared you much of the details of the mounting bills, tax issues, traffic tickets, and other small details in life that push us to the limit. I have things that help me deal with this stress, such as running, working out, and my music. However, sometimes I can't empty out the filling hole quick enough. it is like trying to dig out a hole in real dry sand. Sometimes the sand just keeps pouring back in faster than you can dig it out. Then all of a sudden if i don't bite my tongue it is KABOOM. Of course this doesn't always mean some sort of psycho melt-down or act of violence. In fact it rarely, if ever means that. No it would be more typically I would cut you in half with my tongue. My razor sharp wit would be unleashed and I likely would be very mean and destructive in one shot. Sometimes this can catch the unaware or the uninitiated and certainly the un-New York quite off guard.

A good example of this would be Samshine's new teacher. Real quick Sam is having a banner year. His mom and I could not be more thrilled. Last year it was a disaster full of meetings, psych evaluations and non-existent home schooling. Whatever his teacher is doing this year we owe Mrs. Van Ommen a huge debt of gratitude and in fairness we have told her that. Still the district's policies on tardiness is driving me right up the fucking wall. First and foremost because California is an all or nothing state. Which means the kid basically only has to show up for a minute and the school gets attendance credit for the day. This in turn increases their size of the financial pie, so as you can imagine attendance is very important. Tardies though are only tardies and the school still gets paid either way. Secondly, this is 1st grade and not high school a tardy at this age is not going to set the table for the rest of their academic career. Finally part of the reason Samshine is tardy is his major anxiety issues. We are dealing with them though and if the district doesn't start cutting us some friggin' slack they are going to have to start paying out on some expensive evaluations and professionals to deal with Sammer's anxiety issues.

Still the other day I was stressing big time, and I was majorly running my ass off to get Sam to school on time. Not to mention I live about 15 minutes further away from the school than my ex. I am stressing about everything. I am hustling my ass off , and Sam is fighting me and slowing me down because of his anxiety disorder. I get him there while they are still lining out up on the playground and his teacher comes up, gives me that phony smile, and says, "good job if only it was three minutes earlier," and sent me to the office to get a tardy slip. MY BLOOD WAS BOILING! I really wanted to punch her in the face despite everything she has done so far. Yet, like Drew Barrymore in the movie FireStarter based on the Stephen King book of same name. I pulled my destructive behavior in, but not fast enough to keep me from making a snide ass remark and give the teacher the big furry eyeball. Pleas just cut my ex and I some slack. We are burning the candles at both ends!

Finally I just wanted to leave you with this yes, sometimes I get angry. Like Incredible Hulk type angry, but I am not looking for a fight. In fact, if there is a fight you are more likely to find me walking the other way. In my years of studying Martial Arts I learned some very astute lessons. Numero Uno - never never never never never underestimate an opponent. Never assume you know what they know. One thing the very best fighters in the world understand is how powerful the element of surprise is, and they would go out of their way to obfuscate what their skill level really is. Number 2 and really the most important is once you have to result to fighting you have already lost in some way even if you win. Although when it comes to defending my family or those I care about there is no one else you want in your corner. I will fight and I fight dirty like a caged animal. I fight for one reason to make sure my enemy does not get back up to fight again. Maybe to my own detriment I fight without fear or trepidation and I have a high tolerance for pain. I can fight when I am angry if I have to, but only as the last result in the world. I much rather fight with my words than my fists any day of the week. I am an Angry man! :-D

Ken can be found here on his blog - Still Breathing.

Lead me not into temptation

Today's guest would like to remain anon:

A couple years ago I was dating (see: f*cking) this guy regularly. We were not seeing other people, but we weren't necessarily exclusive either. Of course we would go places together but most of the times we would stay holed up in his apartment, having sex. OH the sex. The passion and chemistry between us were unlike any other I've experienced. It's like our crotches were opposite poles of magnets. Our relationship was purely based on the seamlessly amazing sex. OOOH the sex!

Events happened and things between us ended on a pretty good note. He was going through some things that he needed to take care of and I understood. I wasn't heartbroken, because as I said, it was all about the sex. Shortly after that, I met my current boyfriend. He is wonderful and makes me happier than I've ever been in my life. He's a good man with a great heart and treats me better than I've ever been treated. We can talk, laugh, do anything together and enjoy ourselves. He's kind, patient, adores me and gives me plenty of attention. His willingness to make me happy is equal to how much I want to make him happy. And he appreciates me and the things I do for him. Bottom line, he's wonderful. I will be with him forever. The only thing lacking is our sex life. Now, it's not bad, by any means. It's just not electric. It's not spontaneous. It's not kinky or freaky like I like. It gets the job done. I do melt when he kisses me and I do get off every time we have sex.

Which brings me to last week.

Mr. Magnet Dick and I have continued to email each other since things ended. They're always short and friendly emails, nothing sexual. I hadn't seen him since things ended until Friday when we met for lunch. (which I told my boyfriend about and he was completely OK with it) After I had agreed to meet him for lunch, I got so nervous. Would I be able to control myself? What if our crotches are still magnets? Maybe this is a bad idea? I didn't sleep the whole night before and woke up horribly anxious. The drive to meet him was torturous. My hands were shaking, I broke out in a sweat, I left my cell phone at work, and my directions to the restaurant flew out of the window.

I walked into the restaurant and he was sitting at the bar waiting for me. He smiled, I smiled, we hugged. He looked and smelled the same as he did when I last saw him two and a half years ago. I rambled my words because my nerves wouldn't allow me to form proper sentences. I calmed my nerves and just made conversation. This isn't so bad, now is it? He looked at me with those green eyes that seemed to burn right through me. Compliments were given to me sincerely, which I get frequently at home. Lunch was over and he paid like a gentleman. I thought we'd hug and part ways, but he insisted on walking me to my car. That's when he went in for the kiss. I didn't stop him. Oh how I wish I stopped him. I know it's just a kiss, but my man doesn't deserve that in the slightest.

After a few seconds, I did stop him and told him I had to go. I hopped in my car and drove off bawling my eyes out. How could I be so weak? I have been COMPLETELY faithful to the most wonderful man in the world and now I've kissed another man. I know some of you are thinking that it's no big deal, but to me it is. He has been nothing but good to me and in no way deserves my lips to even touch anothers behind his back.

I will NOT have sex with Mr. Magnet Dick and I will NOT even see him again. I can't. Not after what happened on Friday. Sure it was just a kiss, but I don't want that to lead to other things. Now my problem is that I want that electric sex. I had been content with my sex life prior to last Friday. But now? Now I want my boyfriend to give me gotta-have-it-right-now-I-need-to-be-in-you-at-this-moment kind of sex. I've told him that I want to do and try more, but it just doesn't seem to be part of who he is. I'm concerned that I may not be able to come close to having that passion and electricity I had with Mr. Magnet Dick. I know that relationships are not all about sex. But it's certainly a big part that both parties need to be happy with. I'm not unhappy.........I just....I don't know.

I just need to know what I can do to make things more passionate and freaky in the bedroom with my boyfriend. I've told him. I've made suggestions. And nothing. I have toys and lingerie, which help, but the sex is always the same.

Do any of you have any suggestions or ideas on how I can get him to think outside of the box when it comes to sex?



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