Redefine Renew Recover

I got an email about a month ago... from a friend... asking me that since it was my 3 year anniversary for blogging if I felt like I have found what I sent out looking for... I have taken many moments to think about this and I think I have come to a satisfying answer.

redefine -to define (something) again or differently

I have redefined many things over the years but the one thing I set out to redefine has remained. I am still the wife, mother,  protector of your freedom, and everything to everyone that I was years ago... and those titles haven't changed, I have not changed my position in those roles but I have redefined how I have seen myself in those roles. 

Mother- I love my children, but I used to feel guilty for doing me, or taking care of me... I don't anymore. My children have far more than they need in every aspect of their lives and I am happy to be able to provide that for them.
 

Wife-  I have grown as a wife throughout the years of blogging. I have learned to love my mature marriage, and relish in the comfort of my secure relationship.  Although I still may wonder from time to time what may be, I always know that I can come home.  Atlas and I have been a lot more open with each other, it has made life better, it has made sex better, it has made our marriage better.  I am so in love with that man, despite his flaws, despite my own. Blogging has allowed me to find the person that I am, to be that person online without fear or persecution or discrimination and that has allowed me to be me in real life too. I know that my kink is not that kinky, or that my life is also not that vanilla.  My life with Atlas is far better than any fling, or flirt, or fuck that I have had over all this time and I am thankful for him everyday.

Protector of Your Freedom- This role has changed alot...Probably the most because my heart is not in it anymore. I love my job, I do, and I am thankful for it and all my benefits everyday.  I just don't see myself in the same position that I was years ago. I love this country, and I am a patriot through and through but I find myself wanting and needing to be with my family more. I am not willing to take that big deployment for promotion, instead  I am secure in setting my priorities family first.  It's not the military that I joined almost 10 years ago. Its a different breed of people, and leadership, and its just not "My Navy" anymore. Frankly, I'm not even sure who's Navy it is anymore or who's fights were fighting.  It's something I am blessed to be a part of, to have the honor to serve your country and be part of something so much bigger than yourself is so humbling.  In my years, I have met the most amazing people, who all hold special places in my heart and always will. But I feel that I can wash my hands and walk away feeling secure in my choices and happy in what I have recieved and proud for what I have given.

Everything to Everyone- I can not be everything to everyone. There was a point in my life that I could, and I can't now, and I know this and I am okay with this.  Losing my mother, and nearly losing my sister has really opened my eyes to focus on the little things in life because that is what makes memories and moments important. I live my life without regret, but with lots of learning experiances. I have learned so much over the years, whether it was failed relationnships or  flings, or whatever it happened to be at the moment... I learned from it, and from them.

Renew- to make like new : restore to freshness, vigor, or perfection

I have spent a lot of time renewing the relationships that needed it most. My marriage, my children, my family, my coworkers... and in the same sense I have seemed to let some of the relationships that do not define me anymore go, Hermes, and others.  Atlas and I spent 2 weeks recently alone, no kids, no family. We spent hours sitting in the woods together, we spent hours in bed...we talked, we held hands, we made love... The things that had been lacking for so long have seemed to have began to heal. Men need to be loved, women need to be desired. There is such a huge difference in the way men and women view a relationships.


Recover-to bring back to normal position or condition

I am still recovering from a lot of things. Recovering is the hard part and the part that will take the longest. I am still recovering from losing my mom, from my sister's brain injury, from failed relationships... I will recover, and I will get better. When I feel like my recovery is complete is when I feel this blog will end. Till then though I will still be around, maybe not as much as I have previously. I miss blogging, I just haven't been that into it. I have not been online, I have been kind of avoiding it altogether.

I had met someone on here. Someone who I really thought I had a connection with... and then one day out of the blue I got nothing in return. Not a "I don't want to be friends anymore" not even a "go fuck yourself"... just nothing, and it hurt. It still does. I don't think they really realize that they really hurt me that way... All I want is an explaination and I will wash my hands of that relationship too. I will recover from that too...

Oh... and a picture for good measure :) Stay Tuned... I'm not done yet.

I have no Special Talent...

I am only passionately curious- Albert Einstein.



Atlas is home, for a week... Its been nice to have him home but as with life it gets in the way. I've been missing from the internet for awhile, but I should be back... at least for now.

Loyal to a Fault

So what was I anticipating? Hanging out with Hermes... He was going to be in town, we were going to hang out... just like we did before... but it didn't happen the first night, or the second, and we didn't make it to breakfast either... So, I was a bit saddened over it.  I discussed the scenerio with a friend and said that perhaps Hermes is " Loyal to a fault but even the people I just flirt with should still respect my feelings" True true...

So... I know that he would have been tempted, I probably would have too but I can clearly separate who he is in real life to the man I have made him to on this blog.  I think for the first time in a long time I may have intimidated a man. Its not because I would of thrown myself into his bed and hoped that he was interested, it was becasue he was interested and in the slim chance that I would of suggested anything, something may have happened...

Was it that or was it he's seen this blog? He knows what I think commonly, and he's seen me in next to nothing... but he's also seen me in a swim suit in real life, and we have been submerged in water up to our nexks and forced to work in cold dark palces together... Nothing ever happened. Maybe I slight brush of the hand or an incidental touch but that was it. Now he doesnt trust himself alone with me?

I'm kind of flattered that he thinks I have that kind of power becasue I never thought I did before. I still want to talk with him and flirt with him but I will find it hard to get my hopes up again...

Another thing I am looking forward to... a friend is coming and staying at my house over the weekend. It will be a much needed invitation to let loose and probably cry alittle and have a  lot of fun. I just need that interaction with someone and since Hermes felt like he was doing something wrong without ever doing anything wrong I can probably manage to find someone else to play... at least for a little bit.

ANother thing I am looking forward to? I was working with flirty guy at work on Sunday and Monday... I can't wait to get that going again, he was so fun...

Also a brief and sincere thank you to Jack (and Jill) for talking me off the edge Friday night after a few too many drinks, and keeping me company, entertained, and excited last night.  You may never really know how much that all meant.

Anticipation...

Sometimes the build up is soooo good...

 

 

 

 

Home for two days....

So say... you go away for a few weeks, you come home for only 2 days before you have to leave again on another adventure to save the world. What would you do? Take a nice long shower, and then fuck right? That is for sure what I would do... or at least what I would plan to do.... Not so much though... So off to another month or so with no physical contact... How is that even possible? Only time will tell...

Something to look forward to... and a late THN

How do you make it through days that seem to run together? Pick something to look forward to, whether its a trip to the spa, or the night off where you could take a long bath or a quiet evening alone with a glass of wine. Something to look forward to makes the days not seem as endless... This week I may have soemthing to look forward to... I don't want to spoil all the fun, but it is something that I am hoping all works out. 

But I know something you have all been waiting for... more pictures... So since the theme for The Naught Hangout was Favorite Team... I thought I would sport my favorite team... Yeah... That's how I roll, Jersey and Shorty shorts.

 

Guess who's back... Back again

I have been busy, I know we all have. I've also been a terrible blogger and this comes and goes in spurts for me I guess. I haven't been doing too much recently. Working a lot of hours, trying to spend time with my kids, and manage life as a married single wife again, as usual, as always.  Went to the Zac Brown concert last night. It was incredible. What did I learn? That I can listen to every single one of their songs, and the ones they played that weren't theirs and love each and every one of them.

I had a nice night. I  shared a few beers with a shipmate while we talked about the USS Cole, watched a movie with the kids, drew an awesome picture for my sister, and chatted with a good friend for a long time.

I had a good night and I am going to bed happy and satisfied... well I will be satisfied before I go to bed. I was going to pist some pictures tonight to go with The Naughty Hangout theme... but my camera battery died, so maybe tomorrow.  Hope you all had as good of a night as I did. Good Night all.

Flirting in the Workplace

So.... We are both married but that hasn't stopped us yet.

I'll buy your coke this time, and next time you buy mine(openly) writing little notes on the wrapper
You graze my hand when passing supplies
You lean over my shoulder to talk into my ear
We bump into eachother arms and legs touching
The eyes across the room
The hand in the small of my back when we are standing
The hand I put in your back as I grazed passed you in a full room (complaining about how tight it was in there)
The eyes (again)
The smile and raised eyebrows you give me everytime you pass
How I go out of my way to walk past your office
How this morning you went out of yours to walk past mine:)


Its nothing I know, but its oh so much fun.. flirting in the workplace.

TMI Tuesday: Stripping

TMI Tuesday: September 18, 2012 - Strip for me, I’ll strip for you

 

 

Thank you to Andee for submitting this week’s TMI Tuesday questions.

 

1. Have you ever danced naked in front of anyone? What prompted the experience?

To be completely honest I don't think I have danced completely naked in front of anyone. I think in the past I may have started to maybe dance and remove clothing but I never got to the point where I was naked and dancing. I am pretty comfortable with my body but I think I am still pretty awkward sometimes and I believe being naked and dancing would be the perfect opportunity to show off my clumsiness.

2. Have you been to a strip club? Was it what you expected?

Yes, and yes.  I went a few times prior to being married.  I was young crazy girl and there was plenty of chances with the group of guys that I commonly hung out with to go.  That being said I have never been to a male strip club. I always found the women to be much more appealing and graceful. I don't need some guy grinding his junk into my face or his face into mine without the idea that it is going to go alittle further.

3. Have you ever been to an “amateur night” at a strip club?

No, but I would be willing to go and watch, it is probably pretty exciting and I bet its funny too!

4. Do you think strip clubs are exploitative or are they misunderstood as simple adult entertainment venues?

As long as all parties are consenting adults it an entertainment.

5. Would you ever consider stripping to pay for college or other expenses?

I definately would of considered it if I didn't already have my college paid for.  I can't say that I would of made enough to pay for my bachelors or my masters for that matter but I would be willing to try it and see if it could take a chunk out of it. Student loans suck from what I hear.

6. Have you ever given your partner a private dance?

Not often as I would like to. I think I used to do it more before kids, and married life. I did date...errr... fuck a stripper on a regular basis and foreplay often involved dancing.

7. Would you ever perform a lap dance for a complete stranger?

Uh... no... I can't think of a situation that this would be okay.

8. Showgirls, Strip Tease, Magic Mike … What is the sexy Hollywood stripper scene you have ever YouTubed?

Hm... Well I never youtubed a stripper video. But I love the Powder Blue strip scenes and a few out of  Strip Tease, gotta love Demi Moore. As much as I love some Channing Tatom I just had a hard to going to see Magic Mike ( I did not go see it) because I just don't think I would be into it. Not going to lie, I am totally redboxing it though:)

Bonus: Do you have a stripper fantasy, that given the chance of not being found out, you would turn into a reality?
No, I have no intention of ever stripping, and I have had a stripper and it was wonderful.

 

Sigh

So I have been busy at work, busy at home, busy in my mind at least.  So... a few updates, Atlas home and gone again. Kids are in school. Im working ungodly hours but its not bad. A new guy at work is helping keep the nights flying by with some eye catching, fliting and subtle touching that turns my face mildly red and its so fun.  Unfortunately he will only be working with us for a few more days and then I wont see too much of him.  HAven't heard from Hermes in Forever, he isn't reaching out and I am kind of okay with that.  I shared a few drinks and a good evening with my trident and eagle bearing neighbor but he too is off in the world somewhere.   Oh well... I am also getting my shit together to start some grad classes... Hopefully next fall I will start into some classes but I am having a dificult time deciding what I want to be when i grow up. My baby sister is coming to visit me next week and that should be a little bit of toruble considering that we are both on vacation... I got some things I need to get done today so although its only 6am I am going to get my ass in gear.

Kiss Tomorrow Good Bye

I know I have been MIA for a little while. I have some things I am working through. Nothing bad, nothing great either though just things to work through.  I'm working it all out and I will be back sooner than later...

My trip tp Brazil

Okay... so I didn't really go to brazil... but I went to a spa where I had a Brazil inspired visit. So... I usually shave... everything...and although that takes a bit of time, it has always done the job. Well.. I was kind of tired of shaving and with Atlas away and no chance of play for me I kind of fell behind on the subject. So I asked around and a friend of mine gave me the info to a good spa and a good person and so... the story went....

I arrived a bit terrified because i have heard horor stories. She showed me to room and told me  I could undress from the waist down. I got undressed, laid on a table and in she walks. She starts off slowly, removing small parts until one side was done, she then asked me to bend the opposite leg and she did that side. Making small talk and not making it awkward at all.  After having children I really am not too shy either but it was a good experiance over all. Not altogether too bad, more uncomfortable than actual pain, and I think I psyched myself out more than it was really worth. 

So the results? I love it, It doesn't look  much different than when i shave but it feels much softer and smoother and I really like the way it feels. I have already made an appointment for the next one, so I will have to admit that this is something I plan to keep up.  I didn't have any weid reactions, no ice packs or motrin involved in the aftercare. I actually went out had a good time, and never noticed a difference.

Yeah... Something like that

Had a lot of fun last night. Did not send out any drunk texts do to my phone dying very early on the night. Not to say that when I got home I didn't think about it, but the room was spinning already and I would of had to text with one eye closed in order to see straight... I love Sidney Crosby and all but I think Luke Bryan may be a little closer to my speed... Damn...

I'm alittle drunk on you, and high on summertime....

Luke Bryan... Jason Aldean, Apple Pie Moonshine, Boots, short shorts, Corset and a Hat...

And I had the hardest time finding anyone to go with me... hmmm... I see some drunk texting going on Friday night, just hope I make it home and someone pours me into my bed... Yeah... its been one of those weeks...But... I got things to be excited for.

 

The disadvantages of being me

I was in a rough place last night... alone in my house, no kids ( away for a week and a half), Atlas gone for a while still... It was queit and still and I was alone. It had been about a year, well to the day of the week since my mom had passed, the acutal date is tomorrow... I just wanted someone to reach out to. My best friend in the world had a baby 3 days ago and I couldn't make myself call her even though I know she would of willingly talked to me, calmed my fears and more than likely cried with me.

 I thought about emailing  Hermes just to have someone to talk to, to talk me off the ledge I felt I was teetering between completely losing it and knowing things are okay. But the inconsisentency in his emails could of been the push that I didn'tneed to hop off that ledge if he didn't respond.  I don't know if our friendship is about that though either really, after talking every single day for weeks on end, spending hours upon hours alone... feelings were never really a topic... although I think he would listen...I think he would put his arms around me and let me cry. I think he would but its hard to tell.

I was going to email Jack, but didn't want to risk ruining your sunday night when I know Jill has to work this morning. I know you'd have listened and probably skyped and talked me through it but I'm not one for ruining your night if I don't really have to.

I don't have friends like that down here in Va. What I really needed... or need even now is someone to just  be here. I want to be able to put my head on your shoulder and just cry... just for a few minutes and then I swear I will be okay. I just hold everything in for so long and now its all bottled up and I fear I am going to lose control over the feelings that I hide away so well.  All this happened last night because of the day, the lack of people that I have to be strong around, and the idea that well... I really am kinda at this all alone. 

My siblings can't even talk to me about it, and how they are dealing because, my sister was still in a coma when my mom died and my other one is far away in Pensacola hanging out with her friends and very literally living the dream...

This week will be better though. I have a lot to look forward to. I have a doctor's appointment today, going to go and get a flu shot, then I am on call tonight, and then off tomorrow, I work wed, and thrusday but then am off friday, going to the Luke Bryan/ jason Aldean concert with some girls from work, going to the Spa/Salon Friday morning, taking a trip to brazil ;) I'm terrified... but... all in good fun. Going to breakout the cowboy boots, and hat and some short bluejean shorts for Friday night:)

So I got a lot to look forward to... just got to get myself out of this slump. Happy Monday All!

It was Friday Night

And I was in a good mood. I slipped on some knee socks, picked up a coffee and headed off to work. When he replied to my email and asked for a picture I tried to send one of my fun socks.... When I realized this morning it didn't go through I figured I would post a picture of my fun socks here... So... What do you think? Worthy of a Friday night?

Few things in life feel as Good...

                                   As removing your Bra after a long day... or night at work....

TMI Tuesday: August 14, 2012 - Any Regrets?

 

Thank you to ‘Rants from the Erotic Rogue‘ for this week’s TMI Tuesday.

 

Looking back on our lives, we can have a mix of reactions to the things we’ve done. When it comes to sex, our memories can color us with pride, fondness, nostalgia, indifference, or all too often, regret.

This week’s TMI Tuesday questions delve into things that people typically regret later in life. How much do you regret, if at all, any of the following?

 

1. Do you regret how you “lost” your virginity? If yes, why and to whom would you have preferred to have lost it?

 

Is there any women out there who don't regret the way they lost their virginity really? I don't think there is ever the perfect way to do it.  Its always a bit awkward, doesn't usually feel great. My regret... not waiting a little longer. It was the one year anniversary with my first real boyfriend. I was 17... It was on my couch... it wasn't real romantic, it didn't feel good, neither of us got off... He expected it more than I was really ready to give it up, but it was our anniversary, I made him wait a whole year... I was a silly teenager who thought it was just the next step...  It wasn't the greatest experiance but I don't really know what would of made it better... I was just glad we got that behind us.

                                              Probably something like this. ( Anyone even know what this is from)

 

2. Have you ever lived a moment in your life where you said “Yeah, I’m not going to ever tell anyone about that.” Describe that moment or incident.

 

Yes, there was a situation, which involved unclear minds, my boyfriend and a close friend... we never talked about it after and i know none of us ever will...

3. Do you regret having acted on a sexual impulse? If yes, please describe.

 

Hmmm... Regret is such a strong word. I dont necissarily regret anything but I do think that I could of done without someexperiances.  A few boys that I would rather not do again. If I had to do it all again, I wouldn't spend a weekend with a rich lacrosse player... but it was good sex... just bad timing but looking back at it he reminds me an awful lot of Stiffler...

Yep, that guy.

4. Do you regret not having had sex with someone who you could have had sex? If yes, would you do it over and have sex?

 

Regret No. I have walked away from a few people that I can honestly think... damn... I so should have done that.

5. Do you regret not having asked out or tried to hook up with someone you really liked out of fear of rejection only to later learn that person wanted you, too? If yes, please describe.

 

The heart of the problem with Hermes.... I should have made a move. He should have made a move. Someone should have done something, then we could have left there not wondering what if...Not sure I can honestly say he ever really "wanted" me but I think he was at least remotely attracted to me.

 

On the other hand, I should have tried to date Brett or the sleeping bag kid... They are some of my what ifs... I know we were attracted to each other and we had great chemistry in both situations we just werne't able to make things work at the time. Looking back at it, I think sleeping bag kid and I really could have worked out in the long run... but then I wouldn't be where I am today... and that would be so sad.

6. Do you regret having done a particular sex act? If yes, please describe.

 

No, I think the things that I have done in a sexual matter have all been exciting and interesting and I have enjoyed the majority of them.   There is nothing that I can honestly say that I would never do again...

Bonus: Do you regret not having told someone you love them? Romantic, not familial or friendship love.

No. Not telling them never. I pretty much wear my heart on my sleeve and if I like you I will usually tell you straight up. I did tell a boy once that I loved him. I thought I might of, thought that maybe if I did we could make it work. His reply... " I don't know what love is" and he didn't. He wasn't lying to my for once then.  He was a liar and a cheater and we broke up when he had the nerve to slam me against the wall and put his hands on me... So... regret not saying it? Never... regret saying it? Only once.

Formspring Friday: Is it real?

Are your stories real or fake?

Well... now that's a complicated question because some of my stories are real and some are fiction. Most of them I will mention straight up if they are something that actually happened or if it is something that I imagine could of happened or just a fantasy. 

I have never had a crazy over the top sex life but I have had enough sex and enough partners to tell you who was good and who was bad, and which ones were just plain horrible. I wrote what I know and what I have experianced. If I was just trying to write crazy stories about things I knew nothing about then my blog would sound more like something out of a fifty shades novel.  The same with the sexual situations whether its with Atlas or someone else, if it was good... I am going to tell you about it. If it was bad, chances are I will keep it to myself, unless it was really that bad but I will always be honest about it. 

I also write stories about some of the things that I thought could have happened or that I maybe fantisized about happening such as this What Could Have Happened, or Class Break which was written about what could of maybe should have happened with Hermes. Other things are just plain fantasies of mine such as the Rendevous Series written with Jack or  A Boat Story. While others are real such as Brett or Sleeping bag are as real as it gets. 

I know my blog is all over the place but it's mine... So... that's the best answer I can give you right now.

TMI Tuesday

1. What size (King, queen, full, twin)?

We had a queen bed when we were first married. I affectionately called this the "slut bed" because of all of Atlas' whoring around before he met me... After we had our oldest the only way I could continue to function, work 12 hour shifts and be a good nursing mother was to allow said child to sleep with us... so the queen slut bed quickly was upgraded to the California Kind we have now. Big enough to fit two adults and two children or 3 adults comfortably... I think... never tried.

This is every Saturday and Sunday morning

2. What mattress construction (conventional springs, air bed, water bed, Tempurpedic-type)
Pillow top. Funny thing... when buying a mattress Atlas went to the shop first as I was at a dr appointment. He picked out the mattress he wanted then I went later and laid on every mattress in the store and we picked the same one. Its still my favorite bed today.

3. What type furniture (just a frame, headboard/footboard, canopy, trundle, etc)? Describe.

We have a four post pineapple bed??? Okay to be completely honest, bought the frame off of craigslist because it was awesome and I loved it! Its huge and intimidating and everything a bed made for fucking should be.

4. If your bed has headboard/footboard or bedposts, have you ever been tied to them? Ever tied anyone to them? For what purpose?

I remember tying Atlas to the bed once while we were dating maybe. I used ties  ( not silver ones you fifty wannabes) but whatever he had in his closet and I used it to tease him till he was ready to explode. It was fun, and that was in the slut bed.

5. What kind of sheets (cotton, linen, silk, flannel)?

800 thread count egytian cotton, I spent 1/3 of my life in this bed, I want it to be everything it can be.

6. What kind of blankets (cotton, wool, thermal, electric)?
Down comforter in a duvet in the winter, just the duvet in the summer.

7. What’s on top (bedspread, duvet,…)?

I like Jack's answer!!!  Hopefully you.

8. What kind of pillow (down, foam, fiberfill)?

Without being sarcastic there are 9 pillows on my bed right now. I know I usually sleep with 4 at a time. I like to feel like there is someone in the bed with me and if I am tricking myself into believe that a pillow pressed against me is someone thats good enough for me. Pillows are also used for building walls when the kids sleep in the bed or I am mad at Atlas. I am learned that there are few things more successful at preventing a midnight attack than turning your back leaving your shorts on, and putting 3 pillows between you.

Bonus: Fill in the blank and answer question.If _____ comes over, will you let them fuck you on your bed? Yes or no.

Sidney Crosby... In my bed, on the floor, out in the middle of the yard... where ever however... yes please....

True story

I went to bed around 10 knowing full well my phone would be ringing later on that night. Is it still a booty call if you know you are getting that call? We had texted all day, teasing and flirting and driving home the idea that we both wanted at each other, only geography and work was in the way. Either way, I knew the call was coming and I was expecting it when my cell phone buzzed next to my head at 245am.

" What are you doing" his drunken voice spilled through the reciever
" Sleeping, like normal people do at night" Funny how the 18 year old me, knew so much better than the 27 year old me.
" Well... I was thinking you should come over" This is where I could of played around, maybe not, I don't want to get dressed, I don't feel like driving for 45 minutes, I just don't think I want to fuck you tonight. But I skipped all the BS and quickly answered him.
" I'm on my way, its gonna be about an hour"
" I know I'll be waiting at the door"

And he was, no shirt, sweat pants that hung  just " that way" (oh fifty shades and your lack of better terms),  his hair kinda tussled, no shoes,  a drunken smile on his face, and a beer in his hand.  I walked up to his house, sandals, shorts and a tank top sans bra, I wasn't going to need it anyway. There was a single purpose behind the 45 minute drive and it wasn't to awe him with my conversational skills.  I had no one to impress, he already called me I must had made a good enough impression before, besides who sends a girl away at 330 in the morning for not wearing makeup? Not that guy.

He opened the door and I walked in beneath his arm, he stood about 6'2 and I was able to easily duck his attempt to kiss me until I was inside. I sat down on the couch and he went to get me a beer. I  Sat smiling on the couch like any goofy 18 year old girl about to be seduced by this intensely attractive older man. 

His name was Brett we met through a mutual friend who promised both of us we would never be compatable, We were too cocky for eahcother, we were too outgoing, and we both liked to be the center of attention... sooo... to me sounded like we could never ever ever date... but fuck... never was there a better combination. He was tall and fit, a bartender  mon-thur nights, a stripper fri-sun nights and a radio DJ throughout the week... I found him attractrive and the cockiness that oozed from his pores really turned me on.

So I sat on the couch as he stood across the room, we made small talk, jesting each other for position, I mentioned that i had never met a man who could make me blush, which at the time was true and so I set the challenge. He flipped on the stereo and this began to play.

So he began to strut over dancing. Strutting like only someone who has been paid to take thier cloths off does.   I leaned back against the back of the couch and enjoyed the show. He came up to the couch and began to grind up against me, picked me up and started to dance with me. I think there is nothing more sexy than a man who can dance, or a man who even attempts to dance even if hes not good at it. But Brett, ooo he could move.  He moved me to the position that he found fitting and pushed his body against mine while holding me tight to his chest.

At some point in the dancing and grinding he had me laid me down on the couch and began to grind into me.  Before I knew it he had pulled my shorts to the side and slid deep inside me. Taking me kinda of by surprise but mostly just taking me. He knelt his knee on the couch and stood with the other leg and began to slowly fuck me, rhythmically taking his time going all the way in and then pulling all the way out.

 He stepped back and pulled my shorts all the way off as his slid his pants down and stepped out of them.  He pulled me up and pushed me against the back of the couch and I held on as he leaned forward to kiss my neck his hands over my breasts pulling on my nipples. He pushed into me and began to fuck me harder and faster. He reached down between my legs and began rub my clit.  His head was next to mine when I began to explode. He reached up and cupped his hand over my mouth and whispered into my ear. " My Brother is home this weekend, you need to keep quiet".

He held onto me and rolled us over so I was straddling him and he was sitting on the couch hands on my hips guiding my every move. I threw my head back as he reached up for my neck, and slid his hands over my shoulders and grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled. The pleasureand  the pain intense and incredible. He pushed harder and deeper into me and all at once came hard pulling my head back to kiss my mouth.


 A few moments after my toes uncurled I stood up and walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of gatorade... I pulled Brett out another beer but when I turned to find the bottle opener he was standing in front of me. I handed him th beer and he walked forward at me, as I walked backward into the counter.He reached behind me and set his beer on the counter. He lifted my hips and set me on the counter and stood between my legs. Hard again, already... we started to fuck on the counter but my head kept hitting the cabinet behind me so he picked me up and moved to the kitchen table. Where he laid me flat on my back. I reached up and felt the muslces in his arms ran my fingers against his rock hard abs and wrapped my legs around his waist.  He pulled my right leg up and placed it on his shoulder as he slowly pushed the head of his swollen cock deep into me. I had to hold the end of the table so that I wouldn't be pushed all the way across the top of it. He pulled out of me and flipped me over so my breasts pressed against his kitchen table. He slid his legs apart and Brett thurst into me two times each time pushing the entire table across the floor.

"This is just not going to work for what I have in mind."
" What exactly do you have in mind then because this is working out nicely for me."
" OH there's so much more of you I will have this morning"

 He stopped at this point and helped me up from the table. I stood kind of dumbfounded and in an instant he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder and up the stairs we headed. We stood for a second in the hallway while he teased me, and tapped me lightly on the ass. I was trying to keep quiet as we were only feet away from the room where is brother was sleeping. Finally he burst through the door to his room, and tossed me onto the bed. I leaned up on my elbows as he drunkenly, seductively crawled up the bed towards me.  He split my legs and began kissing up my thigh. I reached down and instinctually reached for the back of his head. He began to lick up and down and nipped and licked at my swollen clit. He stuck two fingers inside of me, and within seconds I was cumming and moaning and pulling the sheets into my fists.

I wanted to taste him. I wanted to return the favor. So when he knelt on his knees to take me again, I moved so that it was my mouth that found his cock. He slid into my mouth. Thick and full, and hard. He began slowly allowing me a chance to get used to the feeling and then he reached down to hold the  back of my head as he thrust into my mouth. I could feel his orgasm start to build and I pulled my mouth from him... He smiled and told me " you should of finished me that way, because I am going to fuck you till you walk funny tomorrow" and that my friends is when I blushed. 

And fuck me he did. First  he knelt in front of me with my legs to either of his sides, then he held my legs to his left side and fucked me slowly and deep.  Then he moved away and rolled me onto my stomache. He pulled my hips up and slid a pillow under then and placed his hand in the space between my shoulder blades. with his other hand pulled my arms behind me and held my hands together. With that hand we interlocked fingers which was kind of intimate at the time.  He started slowly, pressing down on my shoulders.

"tell me if you need a break or if you need a different position" He growled at me. He then began to move faster and he let go of my hands and placed his hand on my hip and pulled me towards him.  He plunged deeper into me and harder than I think I had ever been fucked before. I reached out in front of me for the headboard and braced myself as he pushed harder and deeper.  I felt my stomach start to tighten and my legs started to get weaker and all at once we came together in a sweaty tangled mess. ( that was also the first time I ever came with someone else). Brett collapsed on top of me and then slowly pulled out of me to lay down next to me...I laid for a few minutes sitting up he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. He held my face for a few moments and then smiled. "You're beautiful, that was the best sex I have ever had"   My face burned .and he saw it. " Looks like I win..." What do you mean you win?" I asked puzzled for a second.  "You said a man has never made you blush... I must of fucked the blush out of you." and we both started to laugh.

I didn't stay too long after that. I wasn't one to spend the night plus it was morning by then.  On my drive home I stopped at a gas station and picked up a Yoo-hoo and a pack of Rasperberry Zingers... I remember eaxctly what I ate  that morning because that was the first of many yoo-hoo and zinger breakfasts that followed.

Its not lack of other options...

So I am home from a long boring slow quiet BEAUTIFUL night.  I spent the better part of the night chatting with a few friends, maybe enjoying some more than others ***Cough Hermes Cough***.  It was a good night a fun night and I hope to do it again soon.... I have a few post that I am working on but for now... as promised, my knee socks from last night.

"Hey... your dork is showing"  Yes... They come with capes too. Be jealous.

TMI Tuesday on Thursday? Yes Please

1. I enjoy the idea that my partner wants to inflict pain on me that:
a. makes me curious
b. is titillating and sexually arousing
c. that leaves me screaming and/or crying because that’s the way I like it

A? I think I am deinfately curious about it but not to the point that I would jump head over heels into a situation that was meant only to inflict pain for the purpose of pleasure but... if it is part of pleasure... I don't mind a nice swat against my bottom while being fucked doggie style or the feel of a man's hand wrapped tightly around a fistfull of my hiar pulling my head back... teeth grazing against my neck or breast or inner thigh... Maybe I am more into it than I know. I just have never been with anyone who wanted to even remotely try anything past perhaps hand tying, or the above formentioned events.

2. Do you like being forced to dress or act in a way that is humiliating? If yes, please describe. If no, why not?

No... I dress the way I want and act the way I want... if you want to change that chances are good we aren't going to get along for very long. You want me to dress up in the bedroom or act a certain way there? Perhaps we can come to an agreement because its in private but don't expect me to be acting a fool where anyone else can see.

3. Do you like seeing bruises, scars, or marks that were caused during sex on either you or your partner? What kind of marks?

I get an odd thrill to seeing marks that I left and get turned on seeing marks that were left on me. Let's not get over the top... I am talking light bruises or hickeys... but there is something satisfying about feeling sore after great sex... and I always mention that the next day if if was a particularly eventful evening or day or its been a long time since sex and I am in fact sore... I mention that because I think its hot. Below the neck hickeys happen often by accident for more than on purpose... I like to see the red marks that I leave on Atlas' back after a good night of fucking.

4. Would you like to be forced to do sexual things that you don’t necessarily like to do? Yes or No.

I will try anything once, chances are good if you ask you won't have to force me... at least the first time. Do I like to be forced to do anything? No, its just not my style... but if you ask nicely... plead, beg, we may be able to come to an agreement.

5. Do you want to be forced to watch your lover with someone else? Yes, No or It depends.

No. not at all. I wouldn't do it... end of story.

6. What dirty (sometimes inappropriate) things do you like to say to your sexual partner?

What do I say? Oh boy... Here comes my complete dorkiness because I am like a small child, my face turns red, I stammer over my words... unless we are already fucking becuase then whatever is in my head just flows out, no filter at all... or I am drunk or even buzzed... two drinks in and I will tell you what I think of you... sometimes more than you even want to know... Poor Hermes has been on the recieving end of drunken emails... maybe that's why we haven't chatted in awhile...

Bonus: Finish this statement: I like being powerful in bed because __________ .
I don't know if I do... I like to be positioned and moved and fucked... Granted I am all about taking what's mine and giving but I like someone else to take the lead and give me some direction...not because I don't know what i am doing but because, I'm going to get mine regardless... I want to make sure I am a satisfying partner.

Feeling Flirty

So... I know it's been awhile. But I will try and get back into it again. Summer really is a busy time for me, and I enjoy being outside so much... So What's new? Not much really happening on my end to be completely honest. Neighbor is out saving the world one bad guy at a time, haven't heard from Hermes since god knows when and I even silenced my blog for a few weeks... but I'm feeling rather flirty and this is my first of 3 in a row tonight to lead me into a since 3 day weekday weekend but its all in good fun. I miss some people on here ALOT and will be touching base with you all relatively soon... Getting some pictures up and posts up too... It seems like a black and lacy and knee socks kinda night... yep... that's my plan. Enjoy the weekend all. I will be back very soon!

It's what I do...

"People want t surround themselves with other people who appear to be having fun. When you smile and your eyes light up, you throw your head back and laugh, a real genuine laugh or cover your mouth because you are trying to stiffle a smile or gigle it brings not only me but everyone in the room to you. You are enchanting, I haven't met a person who knows you who doesn't think highly about you and just can't help but be attracted to you in some way. I am thrilled to be one of the people who can't get enough."

Yeah... one of the best compliments I have ever got....

Fifty Shades

Okay, I am almost done with the Fifty Shades books that I was peer pressured into reading... as with many things in my life, anything worth doing is worth doing well, and they are quite an easy ready so within the last week I have read 2 and the majority of the third one... The storyline is quite unbelievable, and the sex scenes are written from the point of view of a woman who was a virgin when it all started so there is a lot of  " he put is hand there" or behind, or apex of thighs, which is all good and fine but really... if you are going to be writing about sex, as often and as much as in this book ( like every 2 poages) let's bring out some of the bigger more appropriate words... but I degres, I can't stop reading it, and I wake up wondering what wonderful movie I watched and then recall that my mind does in fact go crazy and I am only reading a book, no movie at all.

So... that's my two cents on the Fifty Shades books. If you have some spare time I would read them but if you have other more important things to attend to they aren't life altering.

First Hermes... hmmm... there's not much to say really...at all which makes me SO.SAD. I sucked it up and against all my better judgement, I sent him an email on memorial day, a sober 2 line email... Happy Memorial day, its been a while... that's it... and If nothing else I would of expected a reply  same to you, something... but my email was blank... I mean Really? We work for the same people, maybe I thought too much into it... but anything would have been nice... He said  last time we talked that it was never his intention for me to feel like he left me hanging... well now what?

I see the neighbor every once in awhile, he will give me a knowing glance and nods his head in my direction... but we haven't talked much... at least not since Atlas has been home.

Atlas is back... eh...well was, now he is gone for the weekend with the guys... I work all weekend so its not a big deal to me so I hope he has a good time. Finally last night we had decent sex again... It just didn't fall back into a normal pattern when he returned home this time. I mean really... gone for 45 days and then home for 2 weeks and we have only had sex 3 times... not that I am counting or anything but really? I'm just not satisfied with that by any means, and when I go to make a move I have my legs cut out from under me... I HAVE NEEDS! The mental and emotional aspect has been there, we are happy to be together, happy to be home... the kids are happy... but damn it, I have physical needs that have to be attended to, also! Sex is supposed to be the easy part of  a relationship, it has always been the easy part... hell, I don't care if you have to close your eyes and imagine its someone else for a few minutes, I just want to be fucked!

Okay... perhaps a bit vulgar that I usually am .  Last night was good, after we took our little ones to the movies we came home and retired to bed, I was reading my fifty shades adn he looked over perplexed... " What are you reading?"  "A book" " What kidn of book"  hmmm... so I went on and explained some of it to him but I think he was more shocked that I was reading "Erotica," if you can call it that because thats not usually the type of book I have on my bedstand. But.... I was and a few minutes later he had ripped my covers off and was between my legs... Shocking because only an hour before that I was telling him how much I wanted him and blah blah blah and I got a  lot of eye rolling and not tonights... So I went into my own little world and see what happened.

The sex was really good, really intense...  much needed... but now he's gone again... what will a girl do with herself.... hmmm I guess I have a few ideas...

Happy Memorial Day

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always ...give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

~ Chief Tecumseh ( Act of Valor)

Unseen

I've been around here lurking don't worry. I will be back soon with more fuel and fury. Back to nights on Monday. Thank goodness because this day walking thing is for the birds. Who wants to be normal anyway? I find it is way more fun to play at night anyway.  I have had some wonderful dreams I will need to fill everyone in on and i think the most erotic dream had nothing to do with sex at all... but damn I was entertained by thoughts of it all day long after... So I will keep you waiting... but I will be back. Promise... and my word is as good as gold... other's not so much.

Oh no you didn't!

"So you are the red head that he has been talking about, I've heard so much about you."

" That's funny because he's never mentioned you"

Oh yes I did!!!

150

So this is my 150th blog post. Wow... really? Who would of thought that this little bit of filterless bliss would last so long or have anyone other than me that really reads it or cares. Okay maybe nobody really cares but I enjoy writing it. Its a nice, much needed outlet.

My life has really been a blur day to day. Working everyday is for the birds. I really miss my night shift people, the freedom that working at night gives me as well as the interactions I have during the night becuase the people that are up at night seem to be more receptive and less tightly wound than the ones who are working during the day.  I have however been able to get my facetime in with the higher ups and even got a few compliments on my work ethic, my apperance, and even my willingness to help out.... One team one fight right? If one of us is suffering aren't we all not doing our job correctly? Oh well it was enough face time for me, I'm ready to go back into hiding in the dark, quite, uniformless nights.

I haven't been online much because well... I don't really know why or why not...

Hermes has not spoken to me in like weeks. Its such a drag.  I just don't want to be the one and reach out this time. I did that, I tried that, no replies... nothing...

The hot would be fuckable neighbor seems to have disapeared to parts unknown for now... aside from sharing a beer with him about a week ago,  yes I didn't even blog about it,  I havent seen much of him... again could be the hours I am working...

I am also alternating between two books right now, The Color Grey... yes I broke down and got it and Service... Both of which are good in very VERY very different ways... So Since i haven't been online I have spent time catching up on my reading and really it feels pretty good to just be... So... I will write again, maybe if with some motivating new exciting stories.. maybe ;)

TMI Tuesday: Fine Dining

FINE DINING

You are having dinner at the best restaurant you can imagine. Do not concern yourself with over-eating, or other restrictions. We want to know what you like best. What will you have for:


1. Before dinner wine, aperitif, or cocktail?

Well... I guess I would probably start out with a dirty martini, Not what I usually drink at all, I am more of a captain and coke or cranberry vodak kinda girl, but drinks like that will ruin your palate for the rest of the night. So... something that will give me a buzz and allow me to fully enjoy a satisfying meal.

 2: Appetizer?

Raw oysters... I love it, I can't help it, I love the way they taste, I love the way they smell straight form the ocean, I love the sensation of their rough shell on my lips.

 3. Soup?

French Onion soup, I don't know why but its just my favorite.

 4. Salad?

I'm easy... House salad with ranch dressing, No eggs.

 5. Wine or other beverage with dinner?

Well.. a good red wine.

 6. Entree?

I chose red wine because I had all intentions of having a large  medium rare steak. Perferably from somewhere like http://www.themetropolitangrill.com/. I have eaten there once, with 4 people our bill was 550 dollars and yes it was the best meal of my life.

 7. Side Dishes?

Baked Potatoe with everything on it, and fesh asparagus.

 8. Dessert?

Gonna go completely different genre and go with Tiramisu

 9. After dinner drink?

Let's get the party started, A few shots and then cranberry and vodak.

10. Which 3 people would you invite to dinner: (must be famous, well-known, living or dead, not fictional)
- For sex appeal

Sidney Crosby

- For great conversation

Marcus Luttrell

- Because you detest them

heh...  I can't think of anyone that I really just detest.... really.

Bonus: Your lover brings you breakfast in bed. What’s on the tray?

hmm... I'm not really a breakfast person but if I am hungover I want a full meal in the morning, like bacon eggs, toast, and homefries... If it is a normal day... a chai tea, and an english muffin, sometimes with sausage and cheese.

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Inspired

So, I haven't blogged in awhile. I have kind of lost my inspiration for a bit. I don't know if its the nice weather or working a regular shift or lack of exciting interactions but I don't really have much to say.  I am kinda bummed about mother's day. Although I am a mother, I don't expect anything tomorrow but, I sure do miss my mom. Seeing commercials for flowers and candy and rings, and giant chocolate covered strawberries, yeah yo saw those commercials, is just irking me. I spent all day today in the yard, my mom would of been proud, actually I know she is proud of me everyday. She always was.  In high school no matter where my track meet was she would be there, all the way to states, all three years I went, she was there cheering me on for the 14.7 seconds it took me to runt he 100m High Hurdles.... she was always there in the rain or snow or hot humid days. It was nice.  Then when I had my children she told me allowing her to be in the delivery room was the greatest experiance of her life.  Then when I joined the military she was so proud, and she wore around her  " Military mom" shirt and put a big sticker on her car, She was also so proud when I was promoted, she left the ICU via ambulance to come and see me be promoted. She stayed for a few hours and even had a drink with me. 2 weeks later she was gone. I can't believe how quickly things change and how much it still hurts today.  But I strive everyday to make her smile and not a day passes that I don't wish I could pick up the phone and call her. Sometimes inspiration comes from around you, and sometimes it comes from within. I guess for a few minutes I was inspired.

TMI Tuesday: M is for masturbation

M is for masturbation

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1. How often do you masturbate?

Probably daily... at least every other day when sex is not involved. The longest I have ever gone was 9 weeks for bootcamp, but most recently went an excrutiating 5 weeks because I slept an arms length away from a roommate who im sure would not approve... add in stress, long days and hermes and it was almost unbearable.

2. What are you doing to celebrate Masturbation month?

Hmmm.. nothing that i don't do any other month actually... not yet at least.

3. Do you like to watch your partner masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. Not really, it’s boring.
d. No, it’s a turn off.
 e. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.

Its not really our thing, but whatever you are into.

4. Do you let your partner watch you masturbate?
a. Yes, it turns me on to be watched.
b. Sometimes, because it gets my partner very aroused.
c. No, it’s embarrassing.
d. I’ve never experienced it but I’d like to.

I have before but its not really my thing, I don't think I put on a good show, i'm kinda selfish when it comes to masturbation and shouldn't I be?
5. Mutual masturbation? Yay or Nay?

I'd rather be having sex, its way more fun.


6. If you had an all-expense-paid trip to San Francisco to attend Masturbate-a-thon 2012 would you go and masturbate? Why or Why not?
http://masturbate2012.tumblr.com/

 Would i go? Hmmmm Probably to check it out and meet some new friends especially since its in Cali ;) But would I participate? I talk big and bad but when It comes down to it, I'm often a fed faced giggling goofball.

Bonus: Are you addicted to masturbating?

Addicted no? A casual pasttime.... yeah I think so... I dont HAVE to do it... its something I choice freely to continue to do.

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Transition

I am back to working with the living for the next few weeks... Who in their right midn gets up in the momrning and goes to work. This is INSANE!  But, it will take me a few days to be able to actually sleep through the night, waking up at 3am is a better start than I expected though.  So... work, then home, maybe dinner and cocktails with a friend that I worked with in Seattle who is in the area for a week... interesting that they looked me up, I'm actually kinda flattered. But in order to get myself psyched to work the first day I have been awake since 5am in months... I thought it appropriate to wear a corset and some knee socks..

Happy Nurses Week!!!

Where I want it

You lead me by the hand acorss the dock, Our excitment and giggles muffled by the waves pushing up against the side of the boats.  We find your boat and climb onboard.  Once we are onboard we head out into the bay... away from everyone, alone, in the middle of everywhere.

Once we are away we stop and enjoy the quiet... no noise but our breathe, nothing to distract us, no one to worry about catching us.  Sitting next to you in the moonlit night is all i've thought of.  You slide your hand across my shoulder and move my hair around the back.  Your lips are on my neck,  kissing me. Pulling me to you. Melting every inch of resistance or self control that I thought I might have.  We are alone and the only noise other than my breathlessness is the sound of the water beneath us.

My hand is on your thigh, but i can't move, I'm overwhelmed, The way you smell is intoxicating, your mouth tracing the line of my neck to my clavicle has my heart beating out of my chest. I turn to face you and we begin to kiss. Slowly at first, Then harder, our tounges fighting eachother for space. As we pull away I bite your bottom lip playfully, Yeah its gonna be like that. This has been a fantasy of mine for years.  I have long thought about being completely alone, with nothing but the night sky and water all around us.  I have always loved to be on a boat, as a child growing up spending the summers on the water, as a teen enjoying sunbathing and swimming in the deepest parts of the river or lake, and now here in this moment there is nothing I have ever wanted more than to be right here at this moment.

I climb on top of you kneeling over your lap, my hands on the back of your head, yours pulling me closer to you.  I begin to kiss your neck, under your ear, down over your adam's apple and then back to your mouth, I just can't get enough of you.  I have thought about the way your lips would feel against mine and the way that you would taste for so long now.  I pull your t-shirt over your head and run my finers over your back, I trace the lines of your tattoo and and reach behind your to pull you to me. Those things don't matter right now.  You reach around me and pull my shirt over my head and skillfully reach behind me and unhook my bra.   You begin to kiss my neck and I sigh breaking the near silence around us.   You smirk and continue to kiss down my body, you love the control that you have over me at this moment. I lean back on your lap and give you complete access to my body. As I am unbuttoning your shorts and running my hands over your stomache. I lean back forward and onto you, kissing your neck tracing my mouth down your body until I am at your hips, I trace the line of your boxers with my fingers and look up at you asking you with my look to lift your hips. You do as I silently plead and I pull you shortsa nd boxers over your legs and I kneel between your legs. I rub my cheek on the inside of your thigh and take you in my hands. I slide my hands up and down and then slowly cover your head with my mouth. I look up to see you looking at me with that go ahead grin on your face. And with that. I begin to move my head up and down slowly at first, the faster moving my head as my tounge flicks you from inside. I reach up and cup your balls in my hand and slide my mouth up and off of your hard cock.

 I lean further forward and kiss your stomach, and your cock slide perfectly  between my breasts. You immediately begin to thursts into me. You reach and squeeze my breasts around your hard cock.  I am able to slide my mouth over you when you thurst foward and this is driving you wild.  I could finish you right here but what fun would that me? I slide back down your body and take you fully into my mouth. You are still thrusting upward and reach for the back of my head. Before you are able to cum I climb up your body and kneel over you, I reach down and grab your hard cock and slide it into me and lean in  to kiss you.

As you enter me, I let outr a moan next to your ear and that makes you almost lose control.  You start to thurst deeper and harder into me as i kneel over your lap. I cling to your shoulders for support as your pull my hips towards you.  I can feel your body start to tense up and suddenly we cum together. Your thrusts become slowed and then stopped as I collapse against your chest. Again the silence of the ater surrounds us and there is no one but us in this moment.


So. Hot.... Anyway... that is deffinately one of my fantasies! Who's in?

Formspring Friday?

Okay, I know I am not part of the cool club that does formspring questions every Friday but I have a few I should answer and I have a few minutes of spare time and it happens to  be Friday soo.... Here goes.


Other than on the lips, what is your favorite place to be kissed?

I have a few that will instantly turn my into putty, like melt onto the floor... First my neck, anywhere on my neck, so long as it isn't near my ears, I have very sensitive ears and I perfer if they aren't touched... Think there's something about Mary... yeah I'm right up there with him

Anyway.... where was I? Oh yes, my neck, anywhere on my neck to my clavicle, kiss hard soft, suck bite I don't care, it you get that far chances are you are in... Another spot, somwhere around my hip bones there is a spot that will instantly curl my toes. like make my entire body tense up... Yeah... so if you start with the neck, kiss your way down my body, find that spot,  the rest will be history.

Other than your current relationship (if any), in what relationship were you the happiest? What made that relationship so fulfilling? Why did it end?

I don't think that I have been in a relationship  other than my marriage that has really made me the happiest that I have ever been. I have been in situations where I have been completely happy but I don't know if I would ever really call them relationships. The two major relationships I had prior to meeting Atlas were unfullfilling to say the least. The first one I spent a lot of time at home crying while my boyfriend would go out to parties, and drink and do drugs. The sex was pretty miserable but I think most teenage sex really isn't that good. Now that I have had good sex I know the difference.. The second boyfriend, was a douche... to the infinite degree... He stole money from me, stole my SSN, he cheated on me ALOT, and in the end the part that made me leave was he put his hands on me.... So... no those relationship where not happy ones.

But I have had friendships or guys that I have spent time with that were incredible and fullfilled needs.  I think I am a tough woman to satisfy all the way around from mental to emotional to sexual.  I am  reallly easy to get along with and I am usually having a good time,  and I have a high sex drive,

 The best sex I ever had was with a guy that worked together and a relationship would of never worked because we would of butted heads continuously. The best time spent alone in a nonsexual way  was probably Hermes... the friend with sex was my friend that I wrote about the fishing and sleeping bag story....

 Each of those three never really ended they just went on their way.  First boy, tried a hook up a few years back but I didn't wnat to get into it again with him, seriously the sex was like a drug, I would drive an hour at 3am just to do our thing and then I would drive home because I didn't want to sleep at his house, god forbid he thought I wanted more.  Hermes... well everyone who had read anything on here knows how that goes... Up and down and down and out and up and down and so on... He's like a tease I swear but if all i get is a few emails... I will take what I can get from him because truthfully, I don't want to lose him from my life completely.  The last one... He's around, we are still friends, He's the one I would turn to if something happened... He's my what if... we were at a party... this is while atlas and I were dating and me and said boy were slow dancing and someone came up and asked when we were getting married we looked at eachother puzzled and then she goes aren't you whoever... and we just started laughing... That kid... yeah... my what if.