Maintenance

I discovered last week that my first blog (it was pure politics), got deleted. Blogger must have some new rule where if you don't log in now and then, they drop kick you. LAME. I wanted to show my boys some of my writing, which is how I discovered it no longer existed. Grrr. Obviously, I will not show them any writing from HERE. lol. Some things, we just don't need to know about our parents. :)

I just noticed on the side bar this blog started in 2005. 19 years ago now. How is that remotely possible. I remember having the idea and being nervous but giddy. Then it took off and good grief, was that ever fun. I had real life people like the hub, MFD, Bestie C, and a few others that I invited over here. The thing I will always find so extraordinary is that I developed life long relationships, for which I'm awfully grateful for to this day. Amazing. 

Miss you, Flowers.  😘 

Well this is new.

Yeesh. This program does not remotely resemble it's former self. Don't expect much. No idea how to edit anymore. Lol! By the way, when we were all blogging did we actually use "Lol"? I say it waaay too much. oomph. 

It has been almost a year since I posted anything here. It isn't because I don't want to or don't have time. It is more to do with no one really being around here anymore. Everyone bolted for Facebook and Instagram and UGH. TIC TOC. I effing hate Tic Toc. Anyways. 

A few updates, should anyone wander this way some day (or just because I feel like writing this, honestly): First and most important, I am thrilled that I have remained in touch with so many of you. The extra special ones would know who they are. :) I was trying to come up with the number of you and I can't! Most of you are over on The Book Of Faces, as a dearly loved person I know says, but I wish there was more of you. If we are still in touch, I am definitely crazy about you. There are several out there somewhere I would love to find again. 

I am still a stay at home Momma Bear, tho I may tip toe back in to the real world again soon. My twins....holy crap, my twins... They are now TEENAGERS. How is that remotely possible??? I am so glad I have bits and pieces of my personal life down below. All during the fertility clinic tango, the miscarriage, the pregnancy, and until birth, I was writing a journal to my boys the entire time elsewhere. So guess what happened??? The computer crashed, and hub wiped the hard drive. I had New Mommy Brain (it's real, y'all) and had not saved it somewhere else. All of it was instantly gone forever. I spent so many late night hours on that when I was way too nauseous to sleep. That was a tough loss, but I am glad I at least have this. 

The boys are totally amazeballs, by the way. Regarding myself, I am doing pretty good these days. Finding happiness with the sublimely special people that I love dearly, continuing to bee-bop through life. Trying to do so with a smile on my face. Glass half full. I say that all the time. I am glass half full. I actually started writing stories again not too long ago. Yes, I mean the naughty kind. It has been so fun revisiting my creative side. I actually only have one reader these days (do I mean myself? maybe, maybe not) but I am sublimely happy. 

If you were with me back in the day...Muscles is now married, which I cannot wrap my mind around. The Wee General, aka the girl next door, aka my gym trainer, aka my make out partner and I are still friends. She is no longer married to her 'roid rage ex, long remarried to a significantly... uhm... err... "mature" gentleman and happy, which is awesome. I think those are the two people in my life I wrote about the most, and they are both happy and fine. 

Muscles still works where I used to work and continues to terrify customers "on the hill", and that is all I can really say about that. Lol! (see, toldja I use Lol way too much) Cougar and I are still besties. I always loved that she hung out with me here so much and enjoyed my writing and my out there in the deep end thoughts. We worked together back then, and now she has gone on to an incredibly bad ass job elsewhere. I am ridiculously proud of her, and I assure you, she is still quite fabulous.

I frequently wrote about my first Dom and he and I are still friends. He used to comment here all the time but I never said who he was. Or at least I don't think I did! I liked it that way though. It was like my own private running joke. Pretty sure the Coug was in on it, but no one else was. :) I love a person with a good sense of humor, and MFD still makes me laugh my ass off. He is still cute as hell, and is also happily remarried and doing great. We trade memes every week, and he is still an absolute riot. I am thrilled we are friends for life. 

I am still married. I moved, but not too far from where I was. If you knew me mostly as Jinxie, my parent who hung out with us making people laugh is still happily poking dead things with a stick, but for God's sake, don't tell them about my blog over here (I'm looking at you, Philadelphia). I've been thinking the last couple of weeks that we sure have lost a lot of you along the way. My beloved friend Stealth, Acidman who made my blog here so popular, that crazy bastard Bane, Tony C, whose nick here was BTExpress, just a couple weeks ago was El Diablo if you knew him, a couple mil-bloggers and political bloggers I knew and loved, my favorite South African Keesekennis (hope I spelled that right) aka Keesie. It is kind of crazy, typing all those names at once! 

It has been a really long freaking time now since I started out here, and unfortunately that is just life. 

While I am thinking about it, did anyone ever figure out where Lycan or Steve The Sex Addict landed?? Their blogs were awfully fun. I was friends with the real person behind the Steve blog, but he disappeared off Facebook years ago. Never saw Lycan again! Bummer. 

I have been reflecting on this a lot lately, and I tell ya, I would do every bit of this all over again, even knowing I would lose some dear ones along the way. Well, ok, there is one thing I wouldn't mind erasing a bit, but we just won't acknowledge that. 😉 (we can do emojis now?!?) 

I'm strangely content these days. Yes, I can still be wacky, still blonde in the hair sense and the "other sense", irreverent and silly (especially with my twins), sometimes far too serious, try to be thoughtful and kind, still got a mile wide naughty streak, still obsess over politics and music and theater, tho theater to a lesser extent now I guess. I am still the same person in a lot of ways, but in some ways I think I am better. Special people in your life can definitely make you feel that way. I am happy. I am good. I still feel SEEN, even though it is not by however many thousands of people loved my writing here.

I would not change the path that got me here because if I did, I would not have the happiness I have now. It truly does sadden me that the blogosphere is dead and buried, but I will always be extremely proud of everything I was able to do here. This place will stay "live" as long as the program exists. Hopefully one of my braniac children will not ever find this place because I sure would have some es'plainin' to do. 

Love you, my pretty, pretty Flowers. Especially the ones lurking about in the dark corners over there. xoxo Blondage, briefly Evie/Evilicious Blonde, elsewhere Jinx/Jinxie (and still Jenn, with 2 n's)

Ha!

Every time I consider logging on here, it takes me a good five minutes to remember HOW. LOL

I sure am feeling nostalgic today. I've been thinking back to fifteen years ago when blogs were huge and tons of people had them. The blogosphere is now dead and buried, unfortunately. But, mine will stay up as long as the program lives.

There's a few things I wish I could tell you about. I want to tell you all about things that bring me joy these days and make me excited to see what happens next. But alas, some things must remain a mystery.

I loved this place. I met so many dear friends here that remain in my life today. There was drama too, but that has faded with the years. Now I just look back on it all and smile. I love having this odd little time capsule of my life.I mostly talked about sex, but the blog also got me through a miscarriage, a twin pregnancy, and child birth. Once the twins were top side though, I sorta faded away here. But I am still around, happily lurking in a dark corner, with naughty stories dancing through my mind. If any of you ever stop by, you'll always be my flowers.
xoxoxo Blondage/Evie/Jen

My first threesome...part 2....

Scroll down for part one...

He fumbles with the hotel room key. The door pops open and the three of us step inside. I'm nervous as hell, but giddy with excitement.

After another round of shots, I decide to go for it. I slowly unbutton my blouse and let it fall to the floor. I step out of my skirt and leave my thigh highs and heels on. I lean forward and kiss my man. He sighs in to my lips and tells me how much he loves seeing my hot pink lingerie on the floor. I help him out of his clothes and then turn to James. I'm not at all surprised to find that he is already naked.

Did I mention that my man is bi-curious? He is not necessarily attracted to men, but is fascinated with cocks (especially his own, of course. Wink.). So our first order of business? A challenge to see who can give the better blow job. James is the judge. I'm so excited I can't see straight. (Straight....lol)

James sits on the bed so that my man and I can kneel in front of him. I reach between my legs and gather some of my wetness. I run my hand all over James' cock, coating him in my excitement. My man tentatively flicks the cock with his tongue. I murmur my approval. I watch as he begins to test out his technique. He is licking around the rim, and I can tell he is getting in to it. James sighs, puts his hand on my head and pushes me towards his cock. My tongue dances with my man's, as we begin to lick and suck together.

My hand sneaks down to my man's cock. I am thrilled to find him as hard as a rock. I grip him tightly and begin to jack his cock. His moans give me butterflies.

Watching him give head for the first time is sooooo exciting. I decide to suck on James' balls while my man takes his full length inside his mouth. God that is so sexy.

James tells us he is getting close, and that his cum is my man's if he wants it. He nods and I am soooooo turned on! I'm rubbing my clit with one hand, and my other hand is still on my man. James is beginning to pant hard. I cannot wait to see this! He moans and shouts that he is cumming. I keep an eye on my man and wow, he does great. I grab his face and kiss him fiercely. He tastes sooooo good.

He touches his forehead to mine and whispers "Your turn.".

Oh my.

My first threesome...part one...

"Are you ready baby?", he asks. I smile and nod as we step in to the cab. I can tell he is as nervous as I am. We're going hunting together for the first time at a rather infamous swinger's club. Worst case scenario, we see lots of nekkid people. Best case scenario, we find a man to fulfill some intense fantasies. We are laughing nervously as we kiss and paw at each other.

The cab approaches a non -descript, innocent looking building. We hold hands as we enter, pay our dues, and walk inside. The vibe is intriguing. We walk to the bar and order drinks. Liquid courage is a necessity. We slam our first, and order a second round. The atmosphere is charged with sexual energy. We are thrilled by it.

We begin to explore our surroundings
 I become particularly excited when I discover there is a small dungeon. Oh my.
But that is not our purpose tonight. I sigh as we move on to the next section. There is a line of private rooms lining the hall, some of which have two way mirrors. Interesting. We hear a commotion and walk towards it. A beautiful woman is giving a man a blow job while a crowd around her cheers her on.
Our first live sex act. Yes! We cling to each other as we watch the woman bring him to a very loud orgasm.

We head back to the bar and I am overwhelmed with the feeling that I am being stared at. I search the crowd until I lock eyes with a very handsome man. I flash a shy smile and he waves. I poke my man and whisper in his ear that we may have a bite. He approaches us and offers to buy our round.

He introduces himself as James. He calls us out on being newbies. Is it that obvious, I wonder? We laugh and admit we have no idea what we are doing. James is very kind, and fills us in on some of the regulars.

My man decides we need shots. More liquid courage. Yes! Goldschlager it is! We slam our shots and it gives me the courage to ask James what he usually does at the club. He tells us he is in to threesomes and finds his partners there. His stare gives me butterflies. Could he be the one? I look at my man and he winks at me. I realize we are thinking the same thing, and I am so excited.

It is around 10PM, and things are in full swing. Pun intended. James walks us to a viewing window to watch one of his favorite couples have sex. My man stands behind me and wraps his arms around me. I can feel how hard he is, and I am so turned on. He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, "This one. Yes?". I nod, approving of James. My man leans towards James and says something in his ear. I watch as James' eyes widen, and he smiles and says "Absolutely.". Oh it is sooooo on.

My first spanking

A looong time ago...

One of my biggest fantasies was getting a REAL spanking. I had given one to myself while experimenting, but that just is not the same. I wanted a man's hands on me. Desperately.

Along came my first Dom.

He listened to my fantasies, and helped me live them out. SUCH a good man. I sure got lucky with him! Anyways...

My first spanking.

I think I was wearing a white little short nightie. It had these sequined straps that I absolutely loved. He had me standing in the middle of my bedroom. I think he had me blindfolded. I was able to peek through a bit. I had these posters on my wall that I could see my reflection in. I could just barely make him out.

He started slow. Taunting me. Words cannot describe how gooood that first smack felt. My body wanted to go in to sub space, but I fought it off, desperate to just FEEL. The smack of his hand on my ass was just heaven. I wanted my limits tested, so I begged and pleaded for harder, HARDER.

He later told me that his hands went numb. Lol! I wish I could remember the direct quote, because everything he said was always so clever. Something about how he learned the value of paddles and floggers and such -- to save a Dom's hands!

Ahhhh such happy memories.

Hello!

It's 2020 now. Gosh, I have not blogged in YEARS. I've been feeling inspired lately... So I thought I would put a wee post on the blog to see if I still knew HOW LOL I'VE MISSED YOU!!!

The first 30 minutes....

My phone rings.

"blondage, I have an idea...."

When my dear friend "The Schoolgirl" gets her wheels turning, I know I'm in for it!

I loved her plan, of course. I would drive to her place to stay for the weekend. She and her boyfriend/sub "gman" would invite him over. It sounded simple on paper. Ha! It had taken careful, meticulous planning, and I was a nervous wreck!

What would he say? Would be be angry with me? Flustered? Most importantly, would the chemistry still be there after all this time.....????

I arrived at Schoolgirl's house early. She and her boy toy were planning to dress me. Yes, I mean that literally. We have, uhm, a very "close" relationship these days. We giggled like crazy as we tore through my over night bag. I modeled, they chose. Time for cocktails!

They made me a rather stiff drink, then sat down to watch me pace.

Lord, did I pace.

I felt their eyes on me, but I couldn't focus on anything but the floor. I was aware that they were talking. I knew they were talking about Him. I could even make out their tone - part giddy, part nervous for me. Their actual words remain a mystery.

I looked at my cell. Noting the time, I gulped. Any minute now....

I heard them gasp, and it registered in my slightly panicky brain that we had all just heard a car door.

Schoolgirl dashed to me, grabbed my shoulders, and smiled.

"Go get the door blondage."

I watched them scurry off around the corner. I knew they would at the very least be listening in. I was rather comforted by that.

He knocks.

I float to the door.

One last deep breath.

All of a sudden, there he is. I'm catapulted back in time. Memories of spooning, cracking up about boomsticks, choking on his enormous cock, and being spanked until his hands went numb flood my mind.

I see shock and recognition in his expression.

Am I breathing? I think I'm breathing.

I notice his lips beginning to twitch.

His eye brow raises slightly.

"Hello blondage."

I can't help it. I totally giggle.

"Surprise?"

He smiles.

"I should have known....."

One minute we were standing there; the next I was shoved against the wall, his hand threaded firmly through my long blond hair.

"What am I going to do with you??"

He sounds a bit exasperated.

I fight a smile.

"You might think about kissing me hello."

He swiftly spins me around to face the wall.

"No."

I feel his breath, warm against my neck.

His hands slowly drift down my body.

Oh my God....I remember those hands.....

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

I yelp and whimper.

I see my friends out of the corner of my eye. They're not just listening. They are watching! Rascals.

SMACK!

SMACK!

I try to press back against him but he holds me firmly in place.

SMACK!

His free hand snakes around me, pinching my nipples.

SMACK!

SMACK!

He presses against me. Mmmmm. I feel that he is rock hard already.

I'm kind of terrified, but ohhhhhh so very wet.

I know exactly what * I * want.

I know that HE knows exactly what I want.

But will he give it to me?

If you are good little flowers, I just might tell you.

I think my panties are on fire

Oh Flowers, I can't believe this....

Stealth died.

Osbasso has written a beautiful tribute.

I'm wrecked.