Nyctophilia

The definition of Nyctophilia is the love of darkness or night or feeling like you belong in the dark. This usually applies to those who often feel sadness. .

There are times when I feel the darkness. It’s my darkness though, I do love the night. But there is also a part of me that likes to be inside before the light of day. There is a certain time during the night that scares me.

I love the lights, the beat of the night, the night sky. The peacefulness of the night-time is soothing.

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The Tie that Binds [SS314]

Mr. Sam, like Charlie is not a vanilla partner. Mr. Sam and I have been together for 7 months now, we are getting used to each other. We talk about almost everything, I tend to still get embarrassed about some things.

We recently discussed the idea of mutual masturbation, sex toys and other kinky ideas. He asked me to bring my bag of sex toys over, so I did. We went through all of my toys that were enjoyable for me to use. I had won a contest with some bondage rope included as an extra prize.

He had seen the neon green rope and immediately the Sailor in him started thinking of ways to use it on me. I have never been tied up before by any one. I have some deep seeded trust issues about being restrained. But Mr. Sam is different, even though I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop, a part of me trusts him.

He had mentioned some photo ideas before we got started, but once he started tying the rope, we forgot all about taking any photos. Until after playtime was over, I had to stop because I had pulled on the ropes too hard. Mr. Sam had used one long piece of rope with several loose knots in it for my ankles and wrists. I had pulled on the rope causing it to tighten around my ankles. I had left my socks on, pulled them off to look for any marks because the rope seemed really tight.

This is what I saw when I took off my sock.

 

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I will try to write a story about my first rope experience.

Meanwhile check out some other Sinful Sunday posts.

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On the Rocks

My dive bar isn’t a classy place far from it, but the booze is cheap and there is a certain atmosphere that I enjoy when I’m there. There are times when I order a Henry’s Hard Soda or a Barefoot Spritzer and I will ask for a glass of ice. alcohol awareness month

I’ve always wanted to be sitting in a upscale bar and hear someone order a drink on the rocks.

I hear “you want a glass with ice?”

“Yes Please.” And it makes the booze go down quicker and smoother. I have switched back to my old stand-by drink Malibu Rum and pineapple juice. The ice makes it taste so good, refreshing and it goes down quickly. I also love drinking Coconut Mules that’s loaded with tons of ice in the brass mug and its so cold and delicious.

I like sitting on the bar stool with my drink full of ice and a straw so I can nervously stir my drink while waiting on my friends.

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The Hunky Hairy Hipster

While at my favorite watering hole, a friend of mine was there sporting his normal “man bun.”  I had always been envious of his long wavy locks and I have always had a thing for men with long hair. However, this young man is too young for me to ever think about in only other way.

I asked him if I could take his photo for this challenge.

He seemed very unsure of himself and is a very sensitive young man.

I tried to get him to relax, but the more I spoke to him the more he became nervous. I really like this photo. I haven’t heard his opinion yet, hope he likes it.

I Love to Leave Bite Marks [SS313]

I have always loved flesh between my teeth.

His smooth creamy skin (or sometimes anyone’s for that matter) calls to me in such a way that I can’t resist or stop myself.

Especially, when I’m on top of a lover, seeing their midriff exposed and if I am working my way down their body to satisfy both our needs for oral gratification I tend to bite. I was kissing him, nibbling on his nipples. I bit one too hard and he cried out, but the sadist side of me became more excited. I started biting his stomach, but accidentally bit the spot where he had a surgical procedure done. I felt bad, because I know the skin can be more sensitive in those areas, so I moved on.

I worked my way over to his ribs, where the flesh can easily be bitten and pulled. I started biting as I normally do, but he started to tease me about something unimportant. I began to bite harder, pulling at his skin, twisting it between my teeth, pushing my tongue against the tender section of flesh between my teeth. My mind drifted into dark fantasy thoughts of tearing the flesh from his body, tasting his blood on my lips. I became even more aroused. If Mr. Sam had moaned in pleasure or even cried out, those sounds would have pushed me in an orgasm. When my hips move, when the need to relieve the “itch” between my legs becomes so intense that I would have mounted his cock or sat on his face. But Mr. Sam never cried out in pain, he never pulled away from my mouth like most people would. He didn’t tell me to stop, at once. He laid there perfectly still, which concerned me yet I didn’t care about the reason. If this is trust then I admire and adore him even more.

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French Fries

I love French Fries.

I love them with ketchup and sometimes I eat them without.

I love the crinkled, the steak and the regular fries and of course American. But I don’t like the waffles fries. I like cheesy fries, but not “the with everything” fries.

Sometimes I dip my fries and sometimes I drown my fries. I don’t like my fries with ranch, mayo or anything odd like those things. Just pass the ketchup.

 

 

Drinks and Darts at the Dive bar

It’s free pizza night at my dive bar. The last time I was there was on last week. I wentsassycat3000, a to z challenge, latina blogger, Drinks and Darts at the Dive bar there to see my best friend shoot darts because her team was playing at my bar. I had stayed away for Lent. Yes, I’m no longer a practicing Catholic, but I thought it would be a good excuse to remove myself from the drama of a dive bar.

A lot has changed since I’ve been away for those few weeks. Bartenders getting fired, new bartenders suck and probably wont be there long. The drunks want their drinks fast and not have to wait 10 minutes for a beer. The jukebox is no longer connected to the internet because the bartender who made sure the bill was paid is no longer working there and now everything is kind of upside down.

THE BEST THING A DRUNKARD CAN DO IS BUY A ROUND OF DRINKS FOR A CROWED BAR

There is no more restaurant style pizza, but wings and frozen pizza. WHA?! Frozen pizza?! I guess drunks will eat anything if its free and there is booze involved. I’m not one for chicken wings, so I continued to drink my pineapple juice and Malibu Rum. I sipped my cocktail while listening to some of the female regulars go on about each other while each one of them took turns going to the LR. One conversation got only ugly when two of the women were arguing about having to take another one of them home. There were a few “fuck you’s” exchanged and I thought to myself “this is the reason I don’t have female friends.” I would have told both of them to fuck off, not to feel obligated that I have to take one of them home.

sassycat3000, a to z challenge, latina blogger, Drinks and Darts at the Dive barI wrote about the dive bar once before, but I didn’t go into detail about the patrons, the drunks. They are like an extended dysfunctional family. Everyone knows everyone, they all are related by some way or they grew up with each other, but John Doe can’t just walk in and sit down to have a drink. The bar is so far off the main path its difficult just to find the door.

Sometimes, the atmosphere is dark and cold. Other times its filled with crazy drama and other times it’s filled with the drunkest of men. When glasses fall and break to spilling someone else’s drink, the drunks are made to clean up their messes.

ALWAYS TOAST BEFORE DOING A SHOT

As the evening processes and the drunker every one becomes, more drinks are bought, shots and toasts are made. Since Mr. Sam & I have been “together” the regulars now embrace him as one of their own which makes me happy. I am ashamed to admit that I wanted to have Mr. Sam replace Charlie and those good times. Yet on the other hand I am glad I have Mr. Sam there with me, because it’s now once again that the alcohol flows again like milk in the land of milk and honey.

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THE BAR CLOCK MOVES FROM 10 O’CLOCK TO LAST CALL IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE

I used to shoot darts back in the 90’s. I used to watch Charlie play a few years ago, he had used my darts and destroyed them. I need to get some new ones, but I don’t play that often so its now on the top of my list. However, there are a few guys there that are hardcore. sassycat3000, a to z challenge, latina blogger, Drinks and Darts at the Dive barI always tell myself that I am only staying for a few drinks, one or two. Regrettably it never turns out the way, I always end up staying too long. I end up trying to fit in my desires in to a short amount of time when I should have cut my drinking & socializing time down instead. I’ll never learn, but the practice is fun & exciting.

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