5 Things about Winter [WW236]

This week Wicked Wednesday is about Winter…

5 Things I HATE about Winter…..winter, window, sassycat3000. wicked wednesday, tights,

  1.  The change in the sunlight, when it’s dark outside at 6 o’clock in the morning and 5 o’ clock in the evening.
  2.  Having to warm up my car before I leave for work in the morning. I hate sitting on cold leather car seats as much as I hate burning my thighs on scolding hot leather in the summertime.
  3.  The holidays. Yes! Bah Hum Bug! People are the worst this time of the year. Rude, selfish and so stressed out to find that perfect gift. The whole PC shit….being politically correct about Christmas and the holidays. I get it, I really do. Once the older generation dies out, “Merry Christmas” wont be said anymore. Say whatever is in your heart, there needs to be tolerance and understanding. Ugh.
  4.  I hate winter because my “issues” tend to get the better of me. I drink more, party more, stay up late more and my emotions are usually more raw. Did I mention that I gain weight during the winter? I crave starches & sweets. Instant fat ass.
  5.  Dry skin…crackle & pop skin, sometimes painful. I have baby oil in the shower to use after the shower. Then applying body lotion when I get into the bedroom and lastly A&D ointment for the really rough dry spots. Static. I hate static from the dry air. Nose bleeds from the dry air, then getting out the humidifier to fix the dry air problem.

 

5 Things I LOVE about Winter…..winter, window, wicked wednesday, sassycat3000, sweater, tights

 

  1.  I love hearing the snow crunch under my boots as I walk. I love wearing boots, thick socks or tights or leggings. Love wearing sweaters.
  2.  I love watching the snow fall during a blizzard. I love snow blizzards, the big snowflakes that you can really see. I enjoy being outside when it’s snowing heavy.
  3.  Not having to leave my house because of the snow or because it’s too cold outside. I can stare out the window all day if I could.
  4.  Laying on the sofa curled up with him and snuggled up with my woobie … safe & warm. Loving, touching and squeezing. lol.
  5.  Once the holidays are over, knowing that I will start feeling better about myself. Knowing that I’ve made it through another year.

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Late Night [MM101, WW219]

Charlie called. He only calls when he’s drunk or feeling needy. “Where you at?”drinks at the bar

I answer him.  “At home, ready for bed.”

“Come down and have a drink with me.”

“It’s 10:30 (at night) I can’t.”

“You can’t or you don’t want to? Tell me you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“See that wasn’t so difficult. Now come down and have a drink with me.”

“Ok, but I’m taking a shower first and I’m wearing my Jammie’s.”

“That’s fine.”

I showered, shaved and got dressed. I put on my blue nylon running shorts, white tube socks and my London zip-up hoodie. I immediately caught his eye when I walked into the bar.

Where is the soccer game?”

“HAHA!!! I couldn’t wear my real jammies. You know I sleep in a tank top & panties.”

“YEA I know!!! That’s what I thought you meant when you said you were coming out in your pj’s.”

He kept staring at me. He waved the bartender over and ordered us drinks. His eyes went up and down my body. He was buzzed as usual. I had gained a bit of weight since the last time he seen me, but I wasn’t too concerned about that tonight.

“Wanna a shot? Let’s do a shot!” He ordered us to shots of Fireball and our usual drinks.

FireballI took a sip of my drink and looked around the bar. I noticed that a few of Charlie’s crew were watching me. Trying to figure out exactly what was going on with us. I normally do not visit the bar on the weeknight.

One of the regular’s came up to me when Charlie had walked over to the jukebox.

“Hi. What’s going on? Here checking up on your guy?”

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Charlie & I have been over for a few years. However we would hook up now & again, just not recently. The booze & CC are his main girls now. I just am there for company. Which I don’t mind (sometimes). Charlie comes back to where we were sitting. “Hey Bill,” as he taps Bill on the shoulder. “Why you trying to hit on my girl?”

Bill immediately apologized to him and to me. I smiled “it’s all good.” Bill bought the next round of drinks. More shots. More drinks. I stopped counting after three. Charlie didn’t mean too much by his actions, just that it keeps the undesirables away from me and at the same time it shows I’m a possession. Which I truly am not his, it’s just the game we play.

Charlie began rubbing my thighs while I sat next to him. I smiled at him. “You’re drunk.”

“You’re fucking hot. Take me home.”

“Really?! Come on can’t Bea pick you up?!” Bea was one of his newest girlfriends. She had only been there a few times, most of his crew did not like her.

“No. I don’t want to hear her bitching at me.”

I rolled my eyes at him. I stood up to leave, he followed. As we walked out, he put his arm around my waist. I said nothing thinking he’s drunk and he’ll stop when we get outside.

We walked to the car, he spun me around and kissed me. Pushing me into the car, we’re leaning on my car kissing each other. I have always enjoyed kissing him, tasting his lips, feeling his smooth soft lips. I could feel his cock hardening underneath his jeans as he pressed me hard against the car. His hand on the back of my head, tangling a handful of hair in his hand. He pulls my head back and begins to kiss then bite my neck. OMG. Why. This feels so good and I know it’s so wrong. Why does he have this power over me? I feel that familiar warm sensation in between my legs. He bite my neck. I gasped.

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I could feel the effects of the alcohol starting to hit me. I love the beginning sensations of catching that buzz. We kissed a bit longer, deciding we should get into the car. We both looked at each other, smiling. He moved the seat all the way back, patting his lap I climbed on to him. We kissed deeply & passionately. I felt like I was in high school again. His hands up my shirt, under my bra, squeezing and kneading my breast. Just two buzzed people in a car making out.

He pushed two of his fingers in my mouth, I eagerly sucked them running my tongueBlowjob in the cemetery against them.  He pulled my shorts over to one side, pushing those fingers in to me. My body reacts willingly. He knows how to make my body quiver & shake. He smiles as he watches me orgasm. I watch as he sucks my juices off his fingers. “Hop off.” I sat back in my seat, watching him unzip his jeans. He stroked his semi-hard cock, looks at me. I leaned over and engulfed his cock into my mouth. My head bobbed up & down has he held my hair. My tongue swirling around his shaft. “Stop! Stop! Ride my cock baby.”

I pushed my shorts to the floor, climbed on top of him. Holding his hard cock with his hand he guided it into me. I rocked on his tool while his hands held onto my hips, gently pushing & pulling me back & forth on his member. We kiss, he takes a handful of my hair pulling my head back, he licking and biting my skin. I feel his body tighten and my pussy tightens around his cock. “Say my name. Baby Please say it. Say it for me. Please!”

“Charlie.” in a monotone voice.

Looking into his dilated, slightly red eyes, I know what he wants. I want it too.

In a stern demanding voice I say “Cum inside me Charlie. I want it, you do it! Cum inside me! Charlie! Now!”

I felt his hands on my hips again, guiding my rocking motion. I’m feeling an orgasmic buzz. I blackout for a mere second while my orgasm begins, hearing Charlie’s voice cry out “Oh Cat, baby, fuck.” My drunken orgasm was like an out of body experience. His eyes closed and a peaceful look overcame him. I laid down on him, we seemed to pass out for a few minutes. I came too, when I felt his cock melted out of me along with all our juices. I reached in to the glove box in search of tissues to a quick clean up. “Damn, did we pass out?”

“Yeah, I think we did.” in a fretting voice. He laughs, “we always had the adventurous kind of sex. You ready to go to County Line?” It’s another bar. I started the car and we were on our way for more drinks.

This blog post is for Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday. Wicked Wednesday ‘s prompt is about Alcohol. I have several posts about that topic.

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5 Reasons Why I Love Chocolate [WW218]

“In Heaven Chocolate has no calories and is served as the main course.” – unknown

5.  Chocolate can be as good and sometimes better than sex.

4.  Chocolate is always festive and dressed up during the holidays.

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3.  Chocolate always makes me smile.

2.  Chocolate makes me eat more fruit.

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1.  It’s not illegal to be addicted to chocolate.

 

 

Chocolate! Who doesn’t like chocolate? Okay, I guess some people won’t like it, but still I would love all of you to share your best (and sexy) chocolate stories! – Wicked Wednesday

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Questions about Quitting [AtoZChallenge]

A two in one post. Q is for Quitting & Wicked Wednesday is about Questions.Q

In the past I have read a few articles about “starting a blog,” but what about when to quit blogging.

A blogger/writer should quit when OR why some bloggers quit.

  • They have lost their passion to write or blog.
  • Life events are more important than blogging.
  • When starting out bloggers do not realize how time-consuming blogging can be.
  • Not finding a blogging niche, not fitting into a specific blogging niche.
  • Getting discouraged because of no comments or getting too focused on blog stats.
  • Not finding a supportive, accepting or friendly blogging community.
  • Not being able to come up with blog topics.

Those were just a few that I had read throughout the blogosphere. Now here come the questions…

  • What would be the number one reason that you quit blogging?
  • Do you have an end goal in mind, that if you reach that goal you plan on quitting blogging?
  • Will you ever quit blogging about your main topics or your blogging niche? (Sex, Fashion, Food, Parenting, etc.)
  • If you quit blogging about your main niche/topics what do you think you will blog about or would you quit blogging entirely?
  • What motivates you NOT to quit blogging, even if your stats suck, no one comments and you really think about quitting? What keeps you going?
  • Is there anything about blogging that scares or intimidates you?
  • Is there any advice you would give to a new blogger about starting a blog in your current niche/topic?

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As far as me quitting this blog. The answer is not anytime soon, however shit happens and I could have some life alternating event that would prevent me from continuing this blog. For now, you’re stuck with me.

 

Book Collector [WW199]

 I am not avid book reader. I had problems with retaining the information that I just read. No problems comprehending what I read, it took me longer.

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I don’t like to read novels, romance stories or most other genres. I do enjoy reading self-help, psychology and sociology books, gardening books and books that I can relate to.

I do have a thing for books.

What’s the “thing?” I enjoy having them, even though I don’t or haven’t read all my books. I have intentions on reading them (I know I never will). There is a unique smell to new books, opening a new book before anyone else, the way it feels in my hands, how comfortable it is to hold and the size of the print.

I don’t collect books like first editions or rare books. It’s just a collection. I have kept some of my grandpa’s old books he read when he was alive. He was into world history, aliens, astronomy. When he passed away, my dad gave me his books and I went through them and found several $20 bills.

I love going to the book store and look at all the books. When I was in high school I loved going to the library, not just to get away from my grandparents (who raised me). But because I was fascinated with all those books. I wanted to be able to read them and soak up what was inside. However, this is not one of my talents nor a true passion.

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My Manchild will be moving home at the end of this year. I must downsize. I took all my books off my three shelves in the office and loaded them in to several boxes. I told myself I’ll go through the boxes one day, sort through the ones I want to keep.

Wait a minute! If I haven’t needed any of those books in months why should I keep them?! I want to sell some of them via amazon, but was told that it’s not worth the time & energy nor the money. Charity shops? Not sure what I’m going to do with them.

In the past I have purchased a few books that have been recommended by friends or family. In these 2014 photos I’m looking at a book that was suggested reading material.

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Heart Stew [WW198]

Are you a fan of zombie movies? If yes, why? If no, why not? Share your thoughts on zombies and for those of you who love to write zombie erotica… this is the moment to dazzle everyone! – Wicked Wednesday

 

zombie heart stewZombie movies are on the bottom of my horror genre list. From childhood sitting in the classroom of a catholic school I heard some reference to the dead walking the earth from the bible. Thank You Sister Mary TortureChildren and Father Aaron Onyourknees for scaring the shit of me as a child!

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There were verses like….

Zechariah 14:12 – “And the LORD will send a plague on all the nations that fought against Jerusalem. Their people will become like walking corpses, their flesh rotting away. Their eyes will rot in their sockets, and their tongues will rot in their mouths. On that day they will be terrified, stricken by the LORD with great panic. They will fight their neighbors hand to hand.

Revelation 20:13,14 (KJV) – “And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.

Sure, I know that the above verses ain’t talking about zombies, but when you’re a child you tend to take what you hear at face value. Zombies always scared me, because I thought of them as something made by God to punish the remaining humans for their evil deeds.

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I love horror movies. The more of a psychological thriller the better, the sicker the better. Zombie flicks stuff not so much. The Walking Dead does nothing for me, because it’s too popular. I don’t like anything that is so popular by society. I wanna watch movies that are borderline disturbing. When the director pushes all the boundaries. Movies that make people talk. I tried watching izombie a few times, but was it just didn’t hold my attention.

I’ve watched a few good zombie flicks the most recent was Brad Pitt’s World Was Z. It was very good, the storyline I mean. Sure there are so far-fetched scenes, but it’s the storyline. Yes, I believe that it is possible for humanity to be infected by a some form of plague, disease. Look at the news today, there are so many new (and old) viruses appearing in all parts of the world.

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I’ve watched goofy and silly zombie movies like Cockneys vs Zombies, Shaun of the Dead, Warm Bodies. Some of my favorites are Planet Terror, Zombieland. I’ve seen the classics; Day of the Dead (I went to the cinema to see it, to this day my mother thinks that action had an affect on my son while in was still in my womb). Night of the Living Dead, Return of the Living Dead (too silly), Dawn of the Dead. Most of those are the ones that really freaked me out. Until I viewed them differently, however the thought that mankind can become walking dead because of some type of virus really does freak me out.

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He enjoyed Playing with My Shoes [MM76 WW194]

We were watching TV and talking about what a wonderful evening we had. I was were my black flats, short skirt and a floral print blouse.shoe fetishish

It was getting late, Slipping my shoes off I stretched my legs across his lap. He smiled. He began gently rubbing my smooth silky legs while we continued watching TV.

His fingertips gliding across my legs, running up my thighs. I spread my legs just enough to let him know that I wanted what he did. I placed my foot on his cock, rubbing his cock over his jeans. Feeling his growing hardness underneath against my foot. He unzipped his pants, releasing his hard member. I continued rubbing him with my foot, putting pressure on it, the ball of my foot on his balls.

I whispered. “Get my shoes.” He kind of giggled, reaching down to pick up my shoes from the floor. He slipped one on my foot and kept the other one in his hand. He held the black ballet type flat in his hand and begun stroking his cock with it. I started to play with his balls with my other shoe. Quickly slipping off my panties and laying back on the sofa. I spread my legs wide for him to see. I watched him stroke his cock with my shoe faster and faster. His breath was fast and swallow. I continued putting pressure and playing on his balls while I had my other shoe on.

He’s stroking his cock faster, my shoe hanging off his erect cock. He rubbed his precum on the tip of my black flat. Rubbing it into the shoe with the tip of his cock. Bringing my shoe up to his face, he takes a deep breath and smells my shoe. He licks the outside of my shoe, all the while my other foot is rubbing his cock. “I wanna cum in your shoe.” he utters.

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I smiled, “I’m not stopping you.”

“You want me to? Because I really want to.”

“Go ahead. Cum in my shoe.”

He put the shoe back on his now throbbing, leaking cock and stroked it. He was thrusting his cock into my shoe faster & faster. I heard him take a deep breath, watched his body tighten up. I laid my feet next to his cock. He squirt his hot jizz into my shoe and on my feet. He looked at me as if to ask if he should put the cum-filled shoe on my foot. I looked at him and smiled. He slipped the shoe on my foot. I felt the warm cum squish between my toes. I let the cum dry on my feet because we continued to finish the movie.

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The Right Selection, is to Protect your Erection [WW191]

CONDOMS!!!!

 

Oh the stories I can tell you about my experience with condoms. I might share one or two of those experiences here.use a condom

There are 3 types of condoms that I wanna briefly discuss. The first being the standard type. The type that the guy puts on his cock. Trojans, Lifestyle are just few types that I consider standard condoms.

First of all I hate them. I hate how having to use one interrupts the flow of sex. I hate how sometimes the guy loses his hard-on because of the condom. I hate the smell, taste and slick feeling condoms have.

Now, that my issues are out-of-the-way.

Condoms should be used when fucking someone for the first time, someone who you don’t know well or trust, especially, one night stands, stranger sex. Are they 100% safe, prevent babies, prevent STD’s? No. I know of relatives that have caught funk by removing the condom wrong. Not washing afterwards, etc. I don’t think some people think about how to take them off correctly. Is that even taught in sex education class?! I would hope so.

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I have used condoms in the past. In relationships that I have not been too sure of. I have had condoms lost up inside me. I squeezed his cock as it was thrusting in & out and in the process of that the condom was pulled off by my vaginal spasms, eventually pushed up far into me. I spent the rest of the evening fingering, pushing and freaking out about the condom that was lost in my vagina. Not to mention the guy didn’t cum in the condom, since the thing wasn’t on him. We lived on pins & needles from that night until I got my period.

In the past, during those impulsive, risky behaviors of random sex, stranger sex. I never used a condom. The mental torment, the energy spent was (is) all part of my illness. I seldom remember using a condom with any of my one-night stands. Few guys even offered, don’t think they cared. Now if an opportunity presented itself for a casual sexual encounter, would I take the risk without a condom? HELL NO.

There was that “old guy” at my work who propositioned me for a sexual encounter. I asked “are you fixed?” He replied “No, I’m not.” I imagined an old man 20 years my senior putting on a condom and gagged. That humored me for about a minute. condom

Second type of condom is the female condom. I often wondered how it felt to use and how well it would work. I think that it would be a bit sloppy and not very comfortable.

I wonder what the guy would think. The female condom would serve well if the female has Herpes. These condoms seem to be easier to remove than the standard ones, but just not comfortable.

Lastly, there is the Rapex. The anti-rape condom that was developed in 2005 for the women of South Africa where rape was at an extreme high rate. It’s a shame that it’s not easily available like the other two types of condoms I mentioned. I would think that it could be used as some sort of teaching tool for the young colleges girls who plan on attending, drinking at colleges parties. I know the colleges would never support this condom,  give some of those affluent college boys something to think about before they decide to get a girl drunk and rape her while video taping it. I know this would be a hot topic for debate, however I’m not going into any of that now.

 

 

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