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.
Here’s to boobday and February Photofest.
“It’s shower time.” I told him.
“Ok. Send pictures.” a request from Mr. Sam.
He’s inside the bathroom with me. I’m taking a quick shower, it’s getting late. “Hey babe can you get my razor from there?”
“Sure.” As I open the shower curtain he snaps. “I was going to try over the curtain, but I couldn’t see good.”
I didn’t laugh at first, but I did after I thought about it.
I used to love being on top. Feeling your hands on my waist, pushing & pulling me. Grinding on you, so I could feel every inch of you hardness. I’d even squat so we could both get a view of your cock sliding in & out. Every muscle in my legs burning with our workouts. Do you remember baby?
Alas, since my motorcycle accident kneeling, squatting and anything to do with my knees is painful after a while. My knees will feel locked & it’s that awkward sex moment when I hafta just fall off.
I know most men enjoy watching their partners faces. When I’m on the top, I get off on being watching and looking down to see his face especially when he’s getting ready to paint my sugar walls creamy white.
Can I be on top now?!
Sometimes, I hafta get creative when it comes to these photos. I took some #boobday shots while I soaked in the tub over the past weekend. I decided to use them for my Sexmas challenge as well as boob day.
I’m going to to dinner tonight with a group of friends. I’m not actually sure how to dress or what to wear. I hate when my friends ask me “why are you dressed up?” When I’m not dressed up at all.
I’ve been wanting to wear my tights, but I seldom see anyone wearing them around my town. I bought some really cool ones; black with blue designs on them. I’m gonna wear those and some black shorts & a blue sweatshirt.
My closet looks like it tossed its cookies with clothes everything. Time to get dressed now but before I do…
Remember Friday is always boobday!
October is my “dark” month. I continue to embrace my darkness.