Trust [Truthful Thursday #4]

At the beginning of a relationship, do you trust your new partner unless there is something specific to make you do otherwise or do you withhold your trust until he & she has earned it?

Image courtesy of Stuart Miles at

Image courtesy of Stuart Miles at

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You got some ‘Splaining to do [Truthful Thursday #2]

If tomorrow you found out that you & your partner had just conceived a child, how would you react? How do you think it might change your relationship?

I would be in a panic! I would immediately look at my calendar. Counting dates, last menstrual cycle, the date I last had sex and with who. Not saying that it wouldn’t be my Beloved, but we all know shit happens and with my past record of risky behaviors anything it possible. Not likely, but still possible.

I remember when I did mention to my Beloved I was curious about sex with someone else, one of the very top criteria was that the man be “fixed.” I’m too old to ever humor the thought of having anymore children. Oh gawd…I don’t have the patience to bring another fucked up person in to the world. It’s bad enough my 3 kids had to suffer through my awful parenting skills.

If I found out I was having a baby, it would change the relationship to the point I don’t think we would stay married. Especially if I had cheated on him and got pregnant. That would be just reckless & inconsiderate & irresponsible on my part. Sure, I’m irresponsible BUT that’s at the far end of my extreme scale.

My Beloved & I have completely different child-raring views. Being an only child, I’m used to getting what I want, he comes from a family of 4 where each had to fight for their stuff or there wasn’t enough to go around. The one thing that we would agree on is that children and a child at this point in our life would be burdensome. It would be like an anchor drowning us completely in all aspects of our lives.

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25 Qualities about Me [Truthful Thursday #1]

One of the new things I will be attempting this year. I’m not sure who started this meme or how to connect to it. But I am just doing it for something to attempt to give me a goal. A weekly meme that I can add when I can’t think of anything else to write or share.

My first Truthful Thursday of 2015 is…

25 Qualities 

  1. Dependable
  2. Open-minded
  3. Intelligent
  4. Rebellious
  5. Emotional
  6. Selfish
  7. Impulsive
  8. Excitable
  9. Self-Centered
  10. Irresponsible
  11. Thrifty
  12. Discreet
  13. Curious
  14. Indecisive
  15. Realistic
  16. Possessive
  17. Stubborn
  18. Sarcastic
  19. Sloppy
  20. Temperamental
  21. Loyal
  22. Truthful
  23. Humorous
  24. Interesting
  25. Tactless

Some good qualities and some not so good. There were a few other qualities that I could have added but these are the ones that came to mind first.

Until next Truthful Thursday [#TT]

Neighbor [Daily Post]

It turns out that your neighbor on the plane/bus/train (or the person sitting at the next table at the coffee shop) is a very, very chatty tourist. Do you try to switch seats, go for a non-committal brief small talk, or make this person your new best friend?

Make yourself comfortable! / ¡Póngase cómodo!


Meeting people online has always fascinated me.

I’ve often wondered if any one besides the few loyal readers actually read my blog posts. In January of this year, I had written about my son going through a difficult time. How I was angry at God, fate and the world. Feeling helpless as a mother that I could do nothing to help him, being so for away from home.

A man, who I will call “Burt” sent me a direct message, offering his sympathies for my situation. We messaged back & forth for a few days. I think he was curious about me, attracted to my photos and enthralled by my sexual adventures. Like most men, I think he wanted to know if I am real. If what he reads is real, if what he sees is the real me. Curiosity got the best of him, so he reached out.

When any one reaches out to me, I will always answer. Why? Because it’s the courteous thing to do, even if I don’t give them the answer they were hoping for. I will still answer.

Burt shared things about his life, that I would consider super personal and touching. I was honored that he felt he could trust me with personal details of his life. Sometimes, I do wonder if some of the things that people tell me are true. Ya know, like the State Farm commercial.  Burt is a sincere guy who gets my respect for taking a chance for reaching out to me. He disappeared shortly after our few days of conversation. I tend not to chase people. I’m too cat-like, I will be on the back of the sofa, flicking my tail.

While I was in Georgia for my son’s wedding I received another message from Burt. He wanted to know what number he was. Because it seemed that I had written post about those men in my life. I explained that I didn’t know him well enough to write about him. Most of the men I write about have had some sort of positive or negative impact on my life. Burt & I exchanged general conversation, small talk.  Burt asked me this “How do I get to be “loud” fan and get to know you better?” I had no answer for him. What does he wanna know about me? Here are a few questions he asked me.

What prompted you to start the blog? Here are the posts that might answer this question. 

Do you get turned on thinking about men reading your adventures and jerking off?  I just addressed this subject in my recent Wicked Wednesday post “Fapping to My Photos & Stories

I will add that I like, respect, admire honesty when it comes to certain things. If a man wants to fap to my photos, to me it tells me that I’m doing what I intended. I don’t want anyone to look at my photos and make a face and ask “WHY?” I started out posting photos on a shoe fetish website. I knew that men were wanking to those shoe photos I posted. Purpose served. I got off on when those men who told me what they did, some even sent me photos of them wanking to photos of my legs, shoes. I got turned on more when those men picked out shoes especially for me. Not for their wife or girlfriend but for me, getting built up searching for the perfect shoe they wanted to see me in. That was an amazing feeling. Keep in mind, shoes are not a fetish of mine. I enjoy enticing those men who have a shoe kink/fetish.

It’s not a sexual turn on, more of an emotional turn on. Knowing that I’m turning on someone else, gives me a high. However, I need to hear it, I need to know it. I need the attention. Yes, I’m an attention whore.

I Love My Woobie [Daily Prompt]

SassyCat3000 sleeps with her woobie.

SassyCat3000 sleeps with her woobie.

What kind of sleeper are you? Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed, or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream?  I am a bit of a light sleeper. However, there are times when I wouldn’t wake up if the house was on fire. When the kids were little I felt like I was sleeping with one eye open. I got remarried, I would cross one leg of my beloved to wake me up if he got up. Why? Because I had always heard horror stories about step-fathers. I would have never forgiven myself if something ever happened to one of my kids under my very roof. Once I learned my beloved sleep pattern or middle-of-the-night pattern I could sleep a bit better. We laugh about it now, he doesn’t blame me or hold my behavior against me.  

There was a time when I needed to take Ambien to help me fall asleep. That was after my motorcycle accident. The nightmares caused from the flashbacks were awful.  I would take the pills to get me over the edge. I stopped because I hated the way I woke up in a fog, besides I kind of freaked out while under the influence of the drug. I was done with those pills. I now take my BP medication about an hour before I’m ready for sleep. This medicine makes my drowsy and works well with getting me to fell asleep and stay sleeping. 

I really tend to be a person who can’t get relaxed enough to get to sleep. My thoughts just keep my going and going. I can’t get them to shut off or shut up. There are times when I will wake up from a dream, got to the bathroom and then I am not wide awake, but wake enough to not be able to sleep. I will admit the it is a very bad idea to have your cell phone next to your bed. This makes it too easy to grab it and start surfing, emailing, etc. I should really invest in a simple alarm clock and put my cell phone in another room.

When I was young, I needed the radio (with a timer) to go to sleep. Just to keep my thoughts drowned out, so I could drift off. I remember my mother said “one day you’ll embrace the silence.” NEVER! I thought quietly. I also needed a hallway light on or some form of light without causing to much shadow, door open. Closet door closed, my bed shouldn’t face a mirror. If I wake up in the middle of the night I will not look into any of the mirrors in the house. Also, I needed my woobie. I’ve had it since the late 80’s when my grandpa bought it in Mexico while we were on vacation. I still sleep with it, just not wrapped up with it. If I am sick or feeling blue, I need my woobie. It’s worn, has a few holes in it, but its soft against my skin. It’s too thin to really keep me warm if my freezing, just a throw over. Now that I’m older, the closet door still needs to be closed. I need dark & silence. No noise. Mom was right, silence is needed for sleep. 

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My Legs

Sex Question of the Day: What body part do you love the most on yourself?

I would have to say my legs, followed by my lips.

I have to giggle when I say I have my “father’s” legs. My mother always says “I haven’t seen legs like those since they fell out of the nest.” Meaning that I have bird legs, huh?! I know by looking at my mother I do not have her legs. I do need to work on my upper thighs. Once the weather gets nice (and stays warm) I will be out there walking.

My lips come in second. I used to be made fun of when I was younger for my lips. I remember being called by racial slurs because a few of my former classmates said they were too big for an Mexican to have, so I must have some black in me somewhere. If you haven’t figured it out, yes I was bullied (at a private school).



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