Oct 072014
 

TMI Tuesday – October 7, 2014

Welcome to TMI Tuesday “Memorable & Amazing”

tmi art Oct 7 2014

Memorable sex is not necessarily amazing sex, though amazing sex is certainly memorable.

Memorable: hard to forget.
Amazing: startlingly impressive.

1. Tell us your top 3 memorable and/or amazing sexual experiences thus far in 2014.

How dare you ask me to kiss suck and tell!

2. What made the encounters memorable/amazing?

Because I was in them.

3. What is memorable and amazing about you?

My tits, my big ‘ol booty, riding on that surfboard, and of course, my sense of humor. Did I say my tits?

Bonus: Which one of the things listed below should be infectious? ALL of them!
a. smiles
b. wealth
c. laughter
d. good health

TMI Tuesday blog
Jul 182013
 

I started playing with the idea of the Scavenger Hunt that Curvaceous Dee has going on. I’m still new to this, flashing parts of myself and hoping that no one walks in, walks by, catches a glimpse. Thinking about it is completely different than actually doing it. You realize that you have a moment. Wonder if you’ve just wasted it. Casually get into position and debate, debate, debate. At least that’s how it is for me, right now. I’m getting a bit braver, but it’s still not easy. It’s still exciting, though.

The Husband had knee surgery and I was in his room, waiting. Forever. Simple surgery. The wait was killing me. Nurses walking back and forth. I remembered the Scavenger Hunt. After trying to time the nurses who were back and forth in front of the room, failing badly because they were EVERYWHERE. I just slapped out my tits, snapped a picture and practically RAN back to the chair I was in on the other side of the room. I’m sure the smile on my face was ridiculous.

Later on, The Husband asked what I did while he was back there, during his operation.  I told him I was taking naked pictures.

He laughed, “You probably were.”

Hospital

Jul 162013
 

I’m trying to change my view on things, literally, figuratively – what have you. Get a new perspective. This is, in part, thanks to a Blogger who doesn’t even know she’s a part of this change in me as I’ve never even spoken to her, and other home stuff. I’m sure this will all come together with time, but for now, please stick with me while I muddle through thoughts and experiences, the good, bad, and ugly. I’m figuring myself out here. No. Here, literally. On my blog. Feel free to stalk or comment.

 

So. Pictures. It started the other day with my contribution to Sinful Sunday. I decided to go a different route to get A Different View. Now, I’m working on a different series, and you have to understand that with me, I get some ridiculous outcomes with some of the shit that I try. But here’s a slight googly-eyed picture. It’s a first take. I silly, tiny, first peek  at something I’m working on from another perspective of me.

from the front - Sultry Saturday

 

See who all has kicked in for this Sultry Saturday!

Sultry Saturday

Jul 132013
 

I’ve actually been on an unintentional picture hiatus lately. That said, after my morning shower, I decided I was going to do a little riding on my Randy Silicone. The Husband has always loved for me to ride him, and makes a big deal about my tits when I do. Wait. He’s always making a big deal about my tits. – Anyway. At least I had the iPhone handy, so I thought I’d try to grab a few shots and play with them later. Trust me, I wasn’t able to get all the shots that I wanted, but here’s a few clips I got during my ride.

It’s quite a different view.

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Sinful Sunday

Sep 152012
 

I used to be embarrassed about drooling. Regardless of what headspace I was in, as soon as I felt that string of saliva pool right under my bottom lip, I would begin to focus on curling it upwards. I was trying to control the inevitable strand that would spill over, slowly drip, and land haphazardly on the sheets or do a hit and run off my tits.

I knew that it would catch him by surprise, this nastiness oozing from my gaping mouth, involuntarily wetting my body. I know he saw it in the mirror; when he pulled my hair back; while he was fucking me. It was embarrassing. Please don’t let him notice.

I never said anything. I didn’t want to draw attention to it.

One night I was lost. It was different. New. Stronger. More of an Experience. Every touch and every word resonated off of every sting. Every sting made love to each command. Every strike was met with me wanting more. My energy fed off his. His energy fed off mine. His hands were roughly on my face and tangled in my hair.

His words ringing in my ears. “Drool for me, girl.”

And without hesitation, fear or insecurities – I did.

I wanted to.

May 062011
 

During the beginning of spring and on into summer, my favorite time of the day is the evenings. I love sitting outside in a lawn chair, the long kind… where your can put your feet up and cross your ankles, get a good look at the tan you’ve been working on, your toes and how far away you are from needing your next pedicure.

I’ve usually worked up a decent tan by this time of year and I shave – everything. Slather on some baby oil and let it soak in and that’s right about the time that I’m feeling perfect from the day.

Right out of the shower, it’s just too steamy. I have to get out of the bathroom and get some air. I’ve never been modest so walking around naked and airing out feels good. My bedroom is always freezing so it usually evens out the temperature in my bathroom when I leave the door open.

My hair is long and it sticks to my neck,  face and tits while I’m toweling off the rest of my body –  even if I’ve already put it through a good towel drying. If I’m trying to get ready to go somewhere, I’ll twist it & clip it up to wait on styling. If I’m not, I’ll leave it and let it air dry with a little bit of product on it.

I can’t ever really smell my own hair when I’m fresh from the shower, but men say it’s a wonderful thing. When it air dries it curls on its on and it’s softer. Here lately I’ve been straightening it to go out, but the curls feel nice.

I usually toss on a tank top and a pair of panties and grab my phone. I sit back and relax in one of those lawn chairs and watch the dogs go on a huge adventure up the hill in my backyard. Sometimes I talk on the phone. Sometimes I’m sexed up from my shower. In the evenings I’ll hop on Twitter and see what’s going on. Sometimes company is over. Sometimes I’m just chilling.

I like to have some good music on in the background. I’m in love with Sally’s Song from Universal Hall Pass & Our Dance by Wax Tailor. I saw a great rope performance which included both of these in the soundtrack. Now I can only think about sucking cock or rolling around in a bed to them.

It’s this time of year where sitting outside and the warm sun on my shaved, baby oil soaked, tanned legs in the evenings really makes me love The South. It’s beautiful. My black hair attracts the heat, so I get to suck up the last bit of sun as it sets and the air starts turning cool. This is a wonderful way to finish the day. Feel good about yourself, where you come from.

There’s nothing like having someone you love, someone to laugh with… someone to just be with… in those moments. MGirl and I have started hanging out in my backyard like that. T.H. & I do it often too. It’s the perfect place to chill & de-stress.

It’s my favorite time of day.

I wish I had a spanking bench in my backyard.

Jan 142010
 

What was your first experience with an erect cock?

Sweet, little, southern, Christian girl, straight home from cheerleading practice, sneaks her then boyfriend over for an hour or so before her Mom gets home from work.

I had on just a pair of black cotton panties and a white long sleeved button down shirt, all the buttons undone. I had taken off my own pants and my bra was gone before he’d even gotten there. I have always had nice, full tits, and I had known what I was doing in losing the bra. I just remember trying to plan everything so carefully. Oh God was I nervous!  When he got there he was instantly touching me, and I was on the couch, my Mom’s cream, floral couch, something my Grandmother had helped to pick out, no doubt. Here’s what I think of your couch, Grandmother, and not to mention overall floral prints, too.

He was on top of me, between my legs, and his cock was hard. He just had his underwear on, and we weren’t really looking at each other as much as he was attacking my face like a hungry animal, grabbing at my tits and not sure what to do with one when he had it, but when he did happen to graze a nipple I would hiss and arch, and he would freak for a nano-moment, seem not to understand, then go back to his activities. I could feel how hard he was. He was pressing against me and God he was so hard. I can remember how almost uncomfortable it  was for him to touch me.

I got up and asked him if he was thirsty and wanted something to drink. I walked into the kitchen. I was so ridiculous. Looking back, he is the most passive person in the world. But then, in my perfect little fantasy (yes, even then) my make-out sessions included a little more “I am Man, you are… Mine!”… I wanted a little wrist pinning, hands in the hair, snatching off the rest of my clothes and “taking it if you want it”. I guess I never thought about it that way, but had it been with the right person, I would have easily lost my virginity that day. Instead, I was way frustrated, so at some point I decided to make the best of it, and use it as a learning experience.

I slowed his kissing, sat him down, straddling him, took my time and just enjoyed him. Through my panties I could feel the pressure of his cock rubbing up against my clit, as I moved against him. I gently introduced him to my nipples, and I got off. Afterward, I reached inside his underwear and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had no idea what I was going to do. I’d never touched one before. Thank God I didn’t have much to worry about. Before my hand really even closed, he grabbed me tightly and blew with a loud cry that made me jump. It scared me, and I know I jerked his cock some. God knows how that felt.

I was just some chick who had no idea what to do or even what I was willing to do. I knew what I wanted, but was too afraid to say it.

I hope that answers your question… :)