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

Here’s the Quick and Dirty on our Host, Kinky Kupid

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.

The Kinky Pepper Contest

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.”


Wicked Wednesday

Nov 252014

To my U.S. American friends, readers and lurkers Happy Thanksgiving. To everyone–Happy TMI Tuesday.

This week’s TMI Tuesday was derived from a book called Taking Things Seriously. Read on, you’ll get the drift.

Taking Things Seriously


“Step into any living room, office, studio or den of just about any engaged, imaginative, passionate person and you will find an item that, although it may not appear particularly valuable, is reverentially displayed as though it were a precious and irreplaceable artifact.”

For example: scraps of movie posters scavenged from the streets of NYC by ‘Low Life’ author Luc Sante. A WWI prison camp hunk of bread forced upon photographer Rosamond Purcell by an elderly neighbor…you get the idea.

1. Think about your environments–home, office, vehicle, what sort of inanimate objects hold special meaning and significance for you. List/name the objects, tell us why they hold a special place. Share some photos if you dare.

I have my Father’s wallet. He had it on him when he drowned. I have a cassette tape that was in his truck. He recorded me singing without me knowing about it. My brother found it in his tape deck. I have a giant topaz ring that he bought on a hunting trip in Colorado, and a knife. I also got a killer coat that he wore as a teenager.  16 has my Grandfather’s watch. It was the one he wore, had it on him when he died. I have one of his knives, perfect for killing zombies.

2. Are any of your treasured items worth a lot of money? 

I’m sure some of them are. My Grandmother’s jewelry, lots of old coins and bills. I’ve got a ton of autographed football memorabilia.

3. Would you ever part with that item? If yes, under what circumstances.

I wouldn’t part with anything I have.  I see no reason too.

4. What is the oddest or strangest item that you covet and proudly display?

Probably, my children’s teeth. I wouldn’t say that I proudly display them. I have kept some of them. It does freak out some relatives. I assure them that’s not the oddest thing they’d find in this house. Teeth



TMI Tuesday blog
Nov 242014

Plugged InMy face was comfortable in the pile of pillows. My bottom was in the air with both holes exposed. I heard him pump the lube and make an attempt to warm it with his breath. He slathered it on me and the metal plug.

“Relax,” he said.

It was my first time. I felt pressure against my ass. I cried out and tightened up. The feeling wasn’t bad, but I wanted to go slow.

“Unnhhh… I feel it,” I said.

“You’re going to feel it. Relax and it’ll be easier,” he said.

The pressure didn’t go away. I couldn’t take my mind off of it. He stood up and opened the door. He flagged down a girl named Jamie. I didn’t know Jamie, but Jamie knew him. He leaned my head back down.

“Let’s try again” He started moving the tip of the plug in small circles around my hole. That felt like a much better way to warm-up. When he began to ease the plug in, I felt Jamie’s tongue in my pussy. She caught my cunt by surprise. Her tongue flicked and played on my clit.

“Bite it, and I’ll cum” I was working very hard not to climax.

“Bite it,” he said.

Jamie bit down on my clit. He popped the plug into my asshole and held it there while my juice leaked out of me. Mostly, Jamie got it in the face.

When the plug was finally in, I didn’t mind so much. It felt odd, heavy. I felt a little horny.

“See, it wasn’t that bad.” he said.

I looked up at him inquired casually…

“Can Jamie be there when we take it out?”


Nov 222014



The Husband has a thing for pictures after sex. That’s fine with me. Occasionally I’m drawn to one, like this one. Maybe it’s the curves of my ass and my back  that pulls me to the photo. Possibly, it’s my feelings that I relate to it. I know that my cunt was sore, my nipples stung, and my ass was hot. My mouth felt stretched from a gag. And I was thirsty.


Yeah… I think that’s why I like it.





@Mollysdailykiss challenged us to use a little photo editing called color splash for this month’s theme.

In trying to learn a little bit about effects,

I played with this one.

Click the kiss and see who else is being sinful this Sunday

Sinful Sunday