There is a local contest that started here in my area. NO. I’m not participating in the contest. They want a $30 entry fee and you can enter 4 photos and then $10 for every photo after that. I don’t have that kind of money. It’s my understanding that the photographer would eventually lose out on any royalties, etc. Besides, my photos aren’t that great. I’ve doubted my “eye.” I just don’t see things like I used to. There is a theme to the contest, to take photos of what we think is the best of our city.
In a slowly dying town, it may be difficult to take these photos. Might have to really get creative with locations, not to get confused with landmarks or historical sites.
I’ve taken photos of this spot several times before. It always speaks to me, so tranquil, peaceful and quiet. The sounds of water, the birds and the wind through the trees. There is a bench off to the side. I have sat there a few times to listen to my inner voice. Most of the time, I can’t hear a damn thing.
Are you like me when it comes to masturbation and sex? You know, when you go too long without it and you turn into that tightly wrapped bitch? It’s been over a week for me without sex or my daily “me-time.”
We have a house guest for a few weeks. The guest bedroom is directly across from the master bedroom which makes me self-conscious about having sex or masturbating. I would prefer to go without at that point.
However, turning into the up-tight bitch in need of some release is not good when entertaining house guests. Friday afternoon the house was empty. I took advantage of the time alone, using my new gift (nipple pumps) and my Satisfyer Pro 2. Thanks to both of these products I felt that release that I desperately needed to carry on.
I have been absent from so many blogging memes. Life gets in the way, doesn’t it? Unless blogging is your business, then it’s something you have to do. It’s a responsibility isn’t it?! Sometimes I feel with blogging I have to “work” at it. I slacked off for most of this year.
Trying to learn to balance everything & everyone in my life can really be draining.
Once again my summer is kind of a bust. Our empty nest is now full again. My “me-time” is so limited these days. Today my Beloved decided to take our company out and about to give me some free time for myself. I wasted no time.
A special THANK YOU to a thoughtful follower/fan for thinking of me and sending me these nipple pumps by Angel Kiss.
Walking down Main St. looking for ideas for photos, I was explaining to my friend how difficult the last part of the alphabet is for ideas.
She suggested walking a bit further down the street because she noticed something on a building that would work perfectly for the letter X.
It was a pleasant day for a quick walk and then back to the bar so I agreed.
There are several run-down buildings in my dying city, few of them are marked for demolition.
This building will not be standing much longer.
As I was leaving the dive bar, driving through the parking lot I passed by a lone beer bottle someone had set upright on the white line. The first thing that popped into my head was ….
A million magic crystals, painted pure and white
A multi-million dollars almost overnight
Twice as sweet as sugar
Twice as bitter as salt
And if you get hooked, baby
It’s nobody else’s fault, so don’t do it! – “White Lines” by GRANDMASTER FLASH
A friend from the bar had shown me some photos of her favorite photographer, Todd Hido. I looked at some of his photos and completely fell in love with his work. Todd’s work speaks to me on an emotional & visual level.
When I seen the beer bottle standing there I stopped and took a picture. Of course I edited it to try to give it more of a dramatic look. Not nothing to write home about, but I’m happy with it. I like those photos that make a person question what they are looking at or why. What’s the story behind the bottle? I think I may continue with this type of photography (in my spare time, when I have any). Only if my eye catches these type of moments. I tend more often to miss opportunities than to capture them.
I know I wrote about quitting last year.
Quitting blogging, if so and when?
I know this year has been pretty dry on my postings. I neglected everything. I have tons of material to write about, just finding the time to get it all done. But I’m still not ready to quit. I think habits are very difficult to quit. Hobbies tend to be easier to quit, that’s just my opinion. One habit I know that is difficult for most people who start to quit…is smoking.
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.
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.
I will try to write a story about my first rope experience.
Meanwhile check out some other Sinful Sunday posts.