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.