Dec 182014

She dipped into the bathroom of a truck stop to clean-up and do damage control. Eileen lifted her fingers to her busted lip and hissed at the pain. It was still swollen. Her eye looked worse. She wore a pair of cheap, black sunglasses and carried an overstuffed purse. Her heels were dusty from walking. She straightened out her bag and put a t-shirt on over last night’s club wear. Her tiny skirt continued to ride up. Her blonde hair had a knot in the back. Last night’s make-up blackened her under-eyes. She was a mess.

Bill saw the young woman enter and exit the building as he sat eating his lunch. He saw her walking as he drove by, on his way in. Bill figured she was a lot lizard or a hitcher. He took a long slurp from his orange soda and straightened his belt.

“Ma’am?” Bill waved politely.

His tall, lanky frame made him seem awkward and innocent. He kept his hair short and neatly brushed. He wore khakis, a polo and a big, lop-sided grin to lock it in. Bill was a little goofy. He was in his 40’s. His pants were a little high. He thought it a shame her having to walk like that.

Eileen was finishing off a much needed spliff before beginning her walk. That’s when she noticed Bill. She was not in the mood to be bothered. She waved him off. The traffic was picking up and the sounds of the cars were drowning him out.

“Ma’am! I’ve seen you walking. Do you need a ride?” he called out.

Eileen perked up. She got up slowly and walked towards Bill.

“I need to get to Phoenix,” she sighed.

“Well, I can take you as far as La Paz. How’s that?” he asked.

Eileen nodded slowly. Her shoulders relaxed. Finally, some good luck. She hoped for a nap, too. Unfortunately, Bill wanted someone to entertain him. They were barely settled in good before Bill started with his questions.

“So why are you leaving town?” Bill asked, excited to start up a conversation.

“Because my boyfriend..ah, ex-boyfriend, Hank, hit me in the face, again,” Eileen was matter-of-fact.

“Besides, I just want to go home. Start over. I hate this shit,” she hugged her overstuffed bag closer. It was all she had in the world.

It looked like Bill was really gearing up for some unwanted advice when the sirens caught both of them off-guard.

“Oh! Oh, I wasn’t paying attention! I believe I was going too fast!” Bills voice almost cracked.

Eileen groaned, “Shit, just be cool.”

The two officers approached Bill’s car, one on either side. Eileen was shocked at how Bill’s anxiety skyrocketed. One of the officers smelled marijuana in the car. Eileen knew when they searched her purse they’d find about an ounce and papers. She owned up to it. They searched, detained her, and stuck her in the back of a squad car. Bill was probably shitting his pants right now.

Three other squad cars and an unmarked rolled up. The cops pulled Bill out of the car and questioned him. She watched as Bill was frisked and cuffed. The police were searching his car. She felt like shit. It wasn’t Bill’s pot.

Finally, an officer finally came over to the door.

“So, tell me how you fit into all this,” he said.

“The pot’s mine. I smoked right before I got into this guy’s car. I’m know I smell like it. I’m trying to get to Phoenix. This guy was nice enough to give me a ride to La Paz. He didn’t know about the weed. It’s not his fault.” Eileen tried to sum up the situation and take blame.

“Not his fault, eh? How long have the two of you been riding?” he asked.

“About twenty – thirty minutes… something like that.” Eileen shrugged, guessing.

“He do that?” motioning with the tip of his pen towards her face.

“Huh?…Oh, no…” Eileen forgot what she looked like.

“You’re a lucky girl. Sit tight. Someone will be with you soon.”

“Lucky. O.k. Thanks…”

The officer walked away. Eileen’s view was partially blocked by a County Coroner’s van parked beside Bill’s car. His trunk was popped. They were removing a body.

Dec 172014

I’ve never been a fan of body hair. I would prefer to snap my fingers and be soft and smooth. Unfortunately, that doesn’t work for me. I have a pale body and more black hair than any person on earth. It feels that way, at least. It started when  The Socialites and The Husband began checking on me while I was in the shower.

“Hey, you ok?”

“Uh… yeah. I’m taking a shower. Why?”

“Just checking. You’ve been in here for about an hour.”

An hour?  What the hell was I doing that was taking me an hour? I was shaving.


I’ve been shaving my legs since I was in the 5th grade. I begged my mother to let me do it when school started so I could wear shorts with pride. She made me wait until Christmas break. When I was in 6th grade, I think I shaved off a bug bite. There was some skin missing and a lot of blood. Other than that, no mishaps. I have to shave every day to have smooth legs.

I don’t remember when I started shaving my armpits. Probably, it was before my legs. But by the time I was 15 or 16 I was shaving my pussy. I tried little designs and cute shit. Always something small. I quickly moved to hairless. It was smooth and soft. And it moved to slippery really easily. Maybe that’s what’s so captivating, there’s no hair to interfere with seamless exchange of texture.

I’ve never used a mirror to shave my girl stuff. One hand always led the other.

I like a bikini wax, but it hurts like fuck. And so far I’ve found a few pieces of that blue wax  stuck in questionable places. Thanks, Natalya. But the place I go is fancy and the girl is quick about it. Those usually last about two weeks. For me, that means a week, solid.

I shave my arms in the summer. That started when I was a teenager. I was at a pool party and met my very first swimmer. He was slick. I’ll leave it at that.


Would I Like My Partner Shaved?

Honestly, I’d love for them to be as bare as I am.

I’ll take a nice, tight trim.

There’s no way I’m going down on a sweater.


Dec 162014

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Dec 092014

We worked at a bar filled with people who kept eyes on the door, and did their business at night. I was too young to work there. A pretty girl who just hit her twenties was fresh meat in a place like that. I was vetted, but my ability to do the job was another thing. The place was a seedy layer of rough.

Thomas was intimidating. He had thirteen years on me. I had no intention of causing Thomas any problems. Brian made me an issue for Thomas.

All of our secrets chased up the sun.

I knew Thomas felt some sort of way about me in the beginning.

I didn’t care.

We were fucking in the end.



“I don’t have any Kool-Aid or orange juice. How about a beer? I think you deserve it.” Thomas chuckled darkly and pulled his head from the fridge. Thomas liked the sharp parts of honesty.

“So….. why hasn’t he said anything to me?” I popped my ass up on the counter top. I hissed when the peeling laminate scraped against the back of my thigh. I spread my legs, cradling an ankle in my hand while my other one gingerly ran across the abrasion. There wasn’t any blood, but it hurt like a beast.

“You know that I can see almost all of your vagina?” Thomas was blunt as a fucking butter-knife.

I pulled my legs back down and rolled my eyes. I had on a flimsy tee and a pair of faded, red cotton panties. I’ve never been modest. Besides, I was fucking Brian. I never gave a second thought to Thomas seeing my body. Thomas and Brian were friends. I liked to think that Thomas and I had a slight friendship. I wasn’t going to pretend Thomas’ proclamation had anything to do with his alliance to me as much as it was a way to get rid of me.

“I’m being serious,” I was young.

“So am I,” he finished off his sandwich.

Thomas turned his beer up and finished it off. He ducked in for another.

“What was I supposed to do? Brian stashes you here for the weekend so he can fuck and go as he pleases? Look… somebody had to tell you. You were going to figure it out one way or another. This little set-up wasn’t going to last forever.”

Thomas was right. It was a life lesson. Brian stashed me with Thomas so I was always accessible. I was the whore. And I got played. Flickers of people I’d let him meet and places I’d taken him to, family, all in my head. Inexperience shook around my head in big boulders, then plummeted  down my gut until I fully understood.

“Was there anything else?” I asked.

“That Sherri bitch, tried to get a job over there where you used to work?” Thomas motioned in the air with his bottle.

I nodded slowly, placing the girl in my head.

“Brian fucked her in the ass. He said she almost wore him out.” Thomas nodded factually.

My brows lifted.

“Lovely,” I said.

“So, does Brian’s girlfriend and her kids live with him? Or is it the other way around?” I was curious.

Thomas grinned, shaking his head, “after six years, does it matter?”

Dec 092014

TMI Tuesday: December 9, 2014

This time of year lots of people travel: Travel to family for the holidays, travel to warm places to escape winter weather and more. For this TMI Tuesday let’s talk travel…



1. My favorite travel companion is – The Husband. He carries, he tips, he keeps up with reservations.

2. I pass time on a plane by – sleeping.

3. My favorite part of my travel routine is sleeping. I hate the time it takes to get anywhere.

4. When you travel with a companion who is the primary planner for the trip itinerary? Well, it’s never me! Who is the primary planner for the days during your trip/holiday? Always TH. I just tell him where I’d like to go and he takes care of getting us there.

5. In 2014, how many times did you travel for leisure? Twice, I think. For business? None.

6. In 2014, how many times did you travel more than 100 miles from home? Twice.  How many times did you travel out of your county/state/region but remained in the same country? I SAID TWICE!

7. In 2014, How many times did your travels take you out of your country?  None. Where did you go?

8. Do you use a travel agent? Why or why not?

9. For the holiday season, do you prefer to travel/go away or do you prefer to stay home and have friends/family visit you? It’s a toss up. It depends on who it is and the circumstances.

Bonus: Which all-expenses-paid travel destination listed below works best with your interests and why?
a. Walt Disney World
b. Tigh-na-mara Seaside Spa Resort A nature lover’s wonderland–hiking, biking, kayaking, wildlife viewing, beachcombing, and health farm amenities.
c. Macau, China The top gambling destination in the world, experience gambling and casino life excess on an unprecedented level

None. I want a day spa.

Dec 082014

Masturbation-Monday-Week-14“You act like you’re not even happy that she’s coming.”

“I didn’t say that. I said I’m not babysitting.”

“Babysitting? Dude. She’s you’re sister.”

“Yeah, my lush, little sister. And every time she comes for a visit, she spends it drunk or hung over. She’s on her own this time.

“Seriously, man? Who babysits your drunk ass? Me. When she comes, my workload would be a lot easier if you’d get drunk like normal and not be so possessive of your kid sister.”

“Man, act like you haven’t! You know I caught you smellin’ her panties that time.”

“Dude, you ain’t caught me doin’ nothin’. Besides, that was like four or five years ago.”

The night played out better than expected. Eddie cut his kid sister loose; and Jessie watched as Anna lavished her attention on the men she drank with. The more she drank, the more she teased them. Jessie watched all night. He suppressed a note of jealousy.

Eddie stumbled out into the clear night. The fresh air rushed into his lungs. He laughed, shaking his finger at Jessie. Eddie was too inebriated to find the words. Jessie chuckled along with him. He knew Eddie was referring to Anna, passed out, carried in Jessie’s arms.

Eddie wobbled towards his room. Jessie laid Anna on his bed. He planned on getting her into a t-shirt and grabbing some jogging pants. He slid her heels off and unzipped her dress. He lifted over her head. He looked down at her. He could barely make out the tiny hearts on her cotton panties. He pulled one of his t-shirts out of a drawer and guided her head and arms inside it. He leaned over her, gently adjusting her legs. He maneuvered the covers, pulling  them out from under her. Her knee fell to the side, opening her legs.

Her scent caught him off guard. Her panties were damp. He could see the outline of her pussy. He could smell her. He inhaled deeply. His cock pulsated instinctively. Jessie tossed the covers over Anna and headed to the spare single they kept in the weight room. His dick was out of his pants. Her aroma banged in his nostrils. He could see her moist panties in his head. He barely made it into the room before he shot his first load.




Dec 012014

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Anise over at Kinky Kupid might be the easiest person I’ve ever worked with. She and I spoke about doing a giveaway on my blog. I set out to pick a few simple BDSM items that might interest people in the wold of kinksters.  The first item I chose was a spandex hood. It has a blindfold sewn in. I actually own this item. It’s breathable. It’s great for sensory play.Kinkylab Spandex Hood

The next item I chose was a Spider Gag . I don’t own one, but I love how they look.FF Extreme Spider Gag

Then, a simple paddle, easy for any growing toy bag. This one’s called the Singapore Stinger.FF Singapore Stinger

I was strolling around on the site when I found a glass dildo in the shape of a pepper. Perfect. If I know my kinky people, they will be excited about putting a glass pepper all over their bits.Glas Glass Natural Chili

I like Kinky Kupid. Some of the items in the Novelties category are hilarious. The site is packed full with sex toys, shoes, clothing, body products… and about a million other things. You can find just about anything. Even a glass dildo shaped like a pepper.

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Nov 252014

There was an entire group still in the dungeon lining up to play when Shannon left. She didn’t feel like sitting through another night chatting and not participating. She was officially someone who chatted, and never played. She hated that.

There was no one Shannon was interested in playing with. She was approached, but she was looking for a connection. She’d seen couples with amazing power exchanges. They were palpable. She wanted a relationship with an invisible boundary that radiated, that people could feel.

She left early and headed to her car. The black asphalt had a tiny glow from an overhead light a few buildings down. Disappointment made Shannon’s stomach heavy. Her innocent footfalls disgusted her. She missed noodle legs.


She heard her name called out. She looked over the parking lot and saw one of the members of the group sprinting towards her. She couldn’t remember his name. She knew he did a lot of rope. Shannon never really got on the rope bandwagon.

He was her age. Shannon always thought he had a misplaced surfer look. Maybe it was his shaggy blonde hair. He always wore jeans and a t-shirt. Not bad looking, either.

“I can’t remember your name,” Shannon said.

He laughed.

“Justin. But I’m guessing …since you didn’t know my name, you probably won’t play with me and my rope.”

“Here?” I asked.

“Sure, why not?” he seemed to be confused about any alternate locations available.

“Probably, but let me think about it. I’ll let you know next week.”

“Cool,” he said. Nodding his head, smiling.

He stood there for a little too long before Shannon gave a half wave, opened the door, and slid into her car. She cranked up and left with hopes of playing and falling in love with the feel of rope. At least she wouldn’t be chattering.

Shannon pulled into her parking spot, grabbed her purse and stuck her phone in her back pocket. She locked her car, and headed for the porch. Her footsteps creaking against the same spaces in the wooden porch were a natural and welcoming sound. He skipped a step. His long legs forced the wood to make sounds under his weight which were odd and unfamiliar.

Shannon turned around to face Justin just as he’d cleared the last step. He no longer had such a lax demeanor. With a black bag over his shoulder and a nervous smile on his face, he attempted to hug Shannon. She stepped back and looked at him curiously. He shrugged it off, nervously.

“Justin, did you follow me here?” asked Shannon

Justin nodded his head and laughed jovially.

“Yeah! I’m stoked. I just want to show you how seriously great rope can be. And I’ve been watching you. I know you are really flexible. I took your coat off once. I saw your back. I made a model, well, kind of a model. I started playing around with what all we could do if…” Justin rambled.

Justin was getting to the gut of it all. His frenzy was growing. Shannon backed into the doorway of her house. Justin’s arm movements were like a car window’s warning: some objects may be closer than they appear.

“Why don’t you come inside, Justin?” Shannon asked, calmly.

Justin’s face lit up. He nodded his shaggy head. Shannon unlocked the door and let him walk past her. The lamps Shannon left on prior to leaving the house softly lit the room. She never liked coming home to a dark house. Justin bent to unzip his bag. He began pulling coils of rope out. He was jabbering, excited.

When he bent over, Shannon dropped her bag and let fly four cartridges that would fishhook neatly through Justin’s thin white t-shirt and into the flesh in his back. The electric charges would have him seizing until he drooled and pissed on her floor.

She let him have the full 20 seconds. The last ten were for following her home. Shannon tilted her head from left to right. She watched him, and smiled. She left him plugged into the gun, but set it aside and wiped her hands dramatically, sneaking a peek into his bag.

“Well, Justin. This changes things. You’re the rope expert, but I can do magic with duct tape.”

Shannon drug a chair over from the kitchen. She bent down at an odd angle to peer into Justin’s glazed-over eyes. She kissed her finger and pressed it to his lips.

“I’ll be right back. I’ve just got to get the plastic out of the shed.”


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